Chapter 776: Chapter 470: Calm as Still Water? Stop His Mother’s Water!_2
Then, he slowly raised his hand and rubbed his face.
"Mind like still water... Mind like still... still... How the hell do you still the water?"
Zhao Rong felt his spear was almost unbearable tonight.
"Ziyu, close the door quickly, it’s cold outside, don’t catch a chill,"
a crisp female voice came from the room behind him.
Zhao Rong didn’t immediately turn around.
Standing at the door, gripping the doorframe, he couldn’t help but glance again towards the west wing.
Was little Qian’er asleep, now covered under her small quilt?
Sometimes she liked to call out his name in her sleep, sweetly, sourly, or discontentedly, and then upon waking up, she delighted in squinting her eyes and tilting her head, asking him in a silly manner whether he knew what she had dreamed of.
Of course, Zhao Rong knew; the girl couldn’t hide anything in her sleep talk, but he always responded with two incorrect answers first, and only on the third attempt would he answer correctly. Then, little Qian’er would bounce up and begin to pound him with her small fists, pouting and saying:
"Oh, so you knew," "You did it on purpose, purposefully bullying someone in their dream," "Bullying a maid is no skill, if you’re capable, let the maid bully you back," blah blah blah.
Zhao Rong could only surrender obediently, allowing the "maid" to bully him, to seek justice...
At this moment, he thought to himself... So, was little Qian’er calling out his name in her dreams again, being bullied by the him in her dreams?
And he now... in the body of a god or demon?
There was a sudden hint of uncertainty in Zhao Rong’s heart, followed by... a tiny bit of excitement.
The next second, the pupils of the young Confucian scholar slightly dilated, a faint ring of blood vessels swiftly flowed around the pitch-like curvature of his irises.
That tiny bit of sensation instantly flooded his mind.
Before it, there were desires and thoughts stirred up by Su Qingdai within Heart Lake, previously suppressed by Zhao Rong’s utmost effort, yet now...
This thrilling sensation of indulgence became the final straw that broke the camel’s back!
Thus, the stunning woman in a black dress by the study table inside the room turned her head and witnessed this odd scene:
She saw the young Confucian scholar by the door subtly turn around, then suddenly close his eyes and take a deep breath, his lips moving as if to repeatedly murmur four words...
"Ziyu, what... what’s wrong with you?"
Su Qingdai bit her red lips and spoke softly, blinking.
The young Confucian scholar licked his lips, eyes still closed, and replied:
"Qingdai, I’ll give you one more chance, go back now, otherwise... I will properly teach you... what Mo Family is... what is called... the will of heaven."
Su Qingdai shrank her fine neck a bit, her gaze a little evasive, responding with a light ’oh,’ avoiding a direct answer.
Turning away like an ostrich, she focused on the tablecloth that hung to the floor, changing the subject, "Huh, Ziyu, why is your desk still covered with a tablecloth? The cloth is a bit long, let me help you knot and tidy it up."
As she spoke, Su Qingdai placed a scroll on the desk, turning her back to Zhao Rong, bending over.
Thus, beneath the black dress, those fragrant hips enlarged before Zhao Rong’s eyes, appearing like a full, ripe peach, stretched taut, the fabric of the dress tight to the point where anyone seeing it would instinctively worry that the smooth cloth would burst the next second, wondering if they had skimped on material?
Looking up, there was the uniquely delicate waist of a woman, and below, a pair of straight and full long legs, hinting at two sections of snow-white ankles...
The gorgeous woman was facing away, bending over, tying the tablecloth with her Jade Hand.
In front of the door, the young Confucian scholar nodded gently.
"Enlightenment... Enlightenment... I understand, this young master will now explore ’nature’."
"Bang—" A large hand swung to close the door.
The young Confucian scholar smiled, turning calmly.
Reaching out, he proceeded to close the window as well.
Afterward, he walked towards the desk and the woman.
On his way, he casually took out a band and tied it around his forehead.
"Hey, hey, Zhao Rong, what are you doing? If you had to guard against evildoers outside, that’s fine, but why guard against me too? Who in the world would envy this? I am distressed about whether you are still holding onto your principles or not..."
The young Confucian scholar remained silent, paying no more attention to the Sword Spirit who murmured and protested in the still Heart Lake.
With a composed expression, he walked behind the woman bending over to tie something. With one hand, he slapped down, producing a crisp ’smack,’ solid and real, and also accompanied by earth-shattering tremors and waves.
Su Qingdai let out a flustered ’ya,’ turning a pitiable gaze to the unmerciful Zhao Rong, "Um... Ziyu."
Zhao Rong reached for the scroll on the table, the ink book that Su Qingdai had brought with questions.
"Turn around."
He said calmly.
As he spoke, his hand rose again with a slap, landing on her aching and lifted spot.
"It hurts... oh." Su Qingdai acted obediently at once and started to get up to turn around.
However, Zhao Rong’s large hand pressed against her slender waist, and the woman’s supple body was pushed back down.
"Teacher can instruct you. Tonight, I’ll talk to you about... the will of heaven, but in front of Teacher, students are not allowed to stand. This is called... respecting the Teacher and valuing the way."
He chuckled lightly.
Su Qingdai was taken aback. If she couldn’t stand, how was she to turn around? By squatting?
However, a second later, she understood, because ’Teacher’ had already placed the roll of book on top of her forehead and was pressing down.
Su Qingdai fell forward lightly on her knees, Jade Hand supporting her on the ground.
Her face flushed, she shuffled on her knees and turned around.
Of course, students must kneel before the Teacher.
In the room, in front of the desk, the stunning woman in black was kneeling with Jade Hand on the floor before the young Confucian Scholar, her shame buried deep in her forehead; she dared not look at him, and a faint buzz-like sound floated from between her lips, "Uhh, Ziyu, don’t be like this..."
The latter laughed softly, bent down, and with the roll of book he was holding, slowly lifted the woman’s chin that was nestled against her chest.
Forcing her into a kneeling and upward-gazing posture, she had to look up to him from below.
"During class, you’re not allowed to look down. You have to look at the Teacher, understand? This is called classroom discipline."
Zhao Rong tapped her smooth forehead with the ink-stained scroll he had rolled into a rod in his hand.
"......" Su Qingdai.
"Hmm?" He uttered a nasal sound.
"Mm~ Mm!" She trembled with her long lashes, whispering a tiny response.
The gorgeous woman in black could no longer dare to lower her head during class, as her eyes flickered like that of a frightened deer.
Zhao Rong looked down at Su Qingdai with narrowed eyes, nodding his head slightly in satisfaction.
"Very well, let’s start the lesson then, and make up for the missed lessons."
"... Dai’er will listen to you completely," the beauty’s voice trembled, exceedingly shy.
Zhao Rong said with approval, "Good, Teacher is rather lazy and doesn’t want to overexert himself, so next you need to be sensible on your own, understand?"
Su Qingdai, with an expression on her face that was endearing and provoking pity, now looked slightly dazed and nodded, "Understood."
Inside the dimly lit room.
Teacher smiled and suddenly said, "Qingdai, your textbook? You didn’t bring out your textbook for class?"
The student was momentarily stunned, "What... what textbook?"
Her eyes glanced at the scroll of the ink book in his hand, which she had brought. It was now opened by him, rolled into a rod, and held in his hand.
Teacher Zhao shook the rod-shaped scroll in his hand, smiling wryly, "This is my textbook. Where is yours?"
The student bit her lip, looked down at her empty hands, then looked up again at the smiling Teacher, and suddenly became transfixed. Her gaze began to drift away from his face, slowly moving downward...
After a while, the student finally caught sight of the textbook.
Her beautiful eyes widened; her cheeks blushed red, radiant like the brilliant peach blossoms of spring, peerless in beauty.
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Su Qingdai, with an expression on her face that was endearing and provoking pity, now looked slightly dazed and nodded, "Understood."
Inside the dimly lit room.
Teacher smiled and suddenly said, "Qingdai, your textbook? You didn’t bring out your textbook for class?"
The student was momentarily stunned, "What... what textbook?"
Her eyes glanced at the scroll of the ink book in his hand, which she had brought. It was now opened by him, rolled into a rod, and held in his hand.
Teacher Zhao shook the rod-shaped scroll in his hand, smiling wryly, "This is my textbook. Where is yours?"
The student bit her lip, looked down at her empty hands, then looked up again at the smiling Teacher, and suddenly became transfixed. Her gaze began to drift away from his face, slowly moving downward...
After a while, the student finally caught sight of