Quick Wear: Is the Lord God showing double standards again today?

190 Is it right to suddenly have an affair with a love rival?

"Why?" Ji Junmo was not there just now and didn't know what was going on. He was a little surprised that his nephew, who had always been strict with himself, actually made this request.

"Your Majesty asked students to help Ah Huai with his homework," Nan Feng said expressionlessly.

When Lu Junhuai heard about this, he felt that His Majesty was probably trying to use this cold and wooden man to annoy him. He knew that he was unlearned and unskilled in military tactics, but he insisted on finding a studious and old-fashioned person to discipline him.

Ji Junmo frowned after hearing this, thinking that it was Ji Shengze's order that forced Nanfeng to obey. "If you don't want to, I'm here so you don't have to do this."

When Lu Junhuai heard this, he immediately liked the sick beauty and was about to say

Ji Junmo continued, "Jun Huai is used to being casual on weekdays. Feng'er's tutoring will make Jun Huai uncomfortable and will also affect your studies."

Although Ji Junmo didn't come to the school often, he still knew a little about the temperament of the unlearned and unskillful devil. He skipped school every day, robbed bird nests, and beat people on the street. He overturned several stalls and made a lot of trouble. It was said that he even beat the son of the Minister of Justice to a disability.

Although Ji Junmo never scoffed at these street rumors, his nephew was going to take the imperial examination and become an official, so he should not be affected by them.

Before Nan Feng could speak, Lu Junhuai slammed the table and stood up dissatisfied. "Who said that I would affect Leng Mu's studies? Yu Ze Hou's words are not pleasant to hear."

Ji Junmo glanced at the water stains at the door that had not yet dried. The meaning was self-evident. Don't think he didn't know that the teacher was just black-faced and took the blame.

Following Ji Junmo's gaze, Lu Junhuai's eyes wandered with a guilty conscience. He didn't mean to do this. It was because Leng Mutou had reported him before, causing him to be punished by the teacher, that he wanted to take revenge.

He's wrong, isn't that okay?

Lu Junhuai pouted and wanted to apologize, "I..."

"This is a student's own initiative. Ah Huai is not stupid, on the contrary he is very smart and clever. If he studies hard, he will definitely be on par with the ever-victorious general." Nan Feng stepped forward and drew everyone's attention.

The students had no way to refute after hearing this and had to admit that their devil was very smart. He did nothing all day and dozed off in class, but when the teacher gave him an in-class test, his grades were still in the middle.

It's just like... it's like he would do it all the time, but he did it on purpose.

Lu Junhuai didn't expect Nanfeng to speak for him suddenly. He could hear that Ji Junmo was optimistic about Nanfeng and was really afraid that he would influence him. Moreover, the basin of water was indeed prepared for him, but it was caught by the blind old man.

Isn't he really afraid that he won't be able to learn well if I disrupt his studies every day?

He didn't even notice that Nan Feng kept calling him Ah Huai.

Habit is a terrible thing.

"Well, you have had your own ideas since you were young, it's up to you." After saying that, Ji Junmo turned around and was helped by Chen Chen to sit in front of the desk and began to talk about military strategies from the beginning.

In recent years, His Majesty has placed greater emphasis on military commanders than on civil officials. Even schools require students to learn about military tactics. It seems that he really wants to cultivate the next generation of victorious generals.

But it's a radical move

He didn't know whether he was touched by Nanfeng's words or was thinking about something, but when he came to his senses, Nanfeng had already moved the chair to the back.

He asked doubtfully, "Didn't they say we should add a chair next to your desk?"

After Nanfeng finished moving, he sat down and pointed at the chair next to him to signal him to sit down and listen to the class.

Lu Junhuai was silent for a while and then sat down obediently. Ji Junmo's voice was soft and gentle, with an innate affinity, which made people unconsciously listen to everything he said.

Although Lu Junhuai was listening, he would always unconsciously pay attention to Nanfeng's movements, such as the way he held the pen, the way his long and thick eyelashes drooped slightly when he wrote, and the unusually conspicuous mole at the end of his eyelid.

It was like dropping a little ink on the petals of a peach blossom. It didn't feel dirty but rather had a unique charm. Lu Junhuai couldn't help but want to inhale it. I wonder if it would turn red.

When Lu Junhuai realized what was happening, his face turned red.

What the hell is he thinking? How can he, the devil of Jingdu, be interested in a man with a mole at the corner of his eye?

Nanfeng paused while writing. He could clearly feel that the little devil next to him was about to roast him. He looked over and wondered what he was thinking. His face was flushed red.

"It's hot?" Nanfeng asked in a low voice, putting the pen on the shelf.

Lu Junhuai's body stiffened. "It's not hot! Just listen to the class and don't talk to me!"

After saying that, the little devil lay on the table with an attitude of "I want to sleep, so I beat you up"

Nanfeng found it funny. Was this considered anger due to embarrassment?

Ji Junmo was still teaching in front. Nan Feng looked at the person lying motionless and chose to indulge his sleeping behavior this time. There was plenty of time to tutor him after class.

Bai Jinan carefully observed the two of them, and seeing Nanfeng's slightly indulgent expression, he felt that he had discovered something extraordinary.

Soon the school was over, and the students stood up, bowed and left one after another.

In the end, only the five people were left, including the one who fell asleep on his stomach, the one who sat and read the bamboo slips, the one who carefully observed the two people, the loving couple Mo and Chen.

Chen Chen looked at the time and knew it would be too late if he didn't have dinner. He was about to speak when Ji Junmo stopped him.

He said softly, "Feng'er, bring Jun Huai and this young master to Mingde Building later. Xiao Chen and I will go first."

Nan Feng did not speak, but just stood up and bowed.

Ji Junmo seemed to have guessed something. He glanced at the three people behind him thoughtfully, a smile appeared on his lips, and he pulled Chen Chen, who looked puzzled, out.

Then Nan Feng looked at the bamboo slips in his hand without saying a word, waiting for someone to wake up. Bai Jinan always felt that he couldn't leave or not.

After all, Yu Zehou had called his name just now, so he had no choice but to make himself as invisible as possible.

Lu Junhuai woke up after a while, raised his head and looked at the empty school in front of him with some confusion. His hair was originally loose, and after waking up, the hairband loosened directly, and his long hair spread out.

Make people who usually look unruly have some softness

The black hairband is placed on the arm of Nanfeng

The south wind blew gently, unexpectedly making the confused man sober up instantly. He looked at him fiercely, as if a little lion that had just woken up was threatened and was about to attack.

But when he met Nanfeng's calm eyes, Lu Junhuai withdrew his gaze and lazily rested his chin on his arm to come back to his senses.

The south wind is harmless to Lu Junhuai, so there is no need to be vigilant.

Although this emotion came up inexplicably, Lu Junhuai believed in his intuition that Nanfeng would not harm him.

"Want to tie your hair?" Nanfeng held a black hairband.

Lu Junhuai originally wanted to ask Bai Jinan to do it for him, but he tilted his head and looked at Nanfeng's hand holding the black hairband, unconsciously becoming absent-minded.

Nanfeng's fingers were clean and slender, and against the backdrop of the cuffs on his wrists, they looked even more like cold jade. His knuckles were slightly bent, and the black silk hairband in his hand hung down along his arm.

The unusual match is like a pleasing ink painting that makes people unable to take their eyes away.

"Please help me tie my hair"

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