Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 131: Afraid the Little Girl Will Suffer

Li Qian was silent and embarrassed.

Indeed, for a grown man to need the protection of a weak woman, it was quite humiliating to admit...

After a moment’s pause, he looked at Shen Chen, his eyes clear and bright, clasped his hands and bowed: "Brother Shen Chen, I am enlightened. Listening to you is better than reading for ten years."

Little Traitor nodded in satisfaction: "Hm."

It wasn’t that he cared about him, but he cared about Ye Zhi. Bravery without strategy, careless, if Li Qian really sought her out for a fight, the girl, a loyal spirit, would surely not refuse, and then she might suffer.

Huanhuan stepped forward to join in the fun: "Turns out Xiao Qian is two or three years older than us. I always thought he was the younger brother; turns out he’s the elder brother."

Blame it on Li Qian’s simple and mischievous nature, which makes him seem harmless.

Then Shen Chen and Li Qian went to find Ye Zhi, and the two left first.

Huanhuan felt unsatisfied, stepped forward and cursed at the girl covering her face: "You surnamed Liu, if you dare to pull anything, I, Tan Huanhuan, the heroine of Yangzhou, won’t let you off. Last time at Longhua Temple, you even said Xiao Chen was a servant, you... hey hey hey, Changzhou, why are you pulling me..."

Halfway through speaking, her arm was suddenly pulled, and she unwillingly slapped a few times but couldn’t break free.

"Why are you pulling me, I still want to speak, she’s too much."

Ji Changzhou whispered in her ear: "The Teacher has arrived, let’s go quickly."

Dragging her little friends, they quickly left~

Huanhuan looked around, and sure enough saw Master Qin Lian, with a serious expression, carrying a tray, heading towards that corner.

Crying out internally, not good!

This time, she didn’t need anyone to pull her, she broke free from the restraint and ran faster than a rabbit.

But the boy couldn’t keep up: "Huanhuan, slow down, wait for me~"

Master Qin Lian is a scholar, dedicated to teaching, very strictly in class, if you can’t recite the book, you have to copy it. There is a deadline, if you can’t meet it, you’ll get hit on the palm with a ruler.

Both boys and girls are treated equally, with no special treatment.

It left the students of Yulan Hall complaining endlessly, working hard on their studies.

No wonder they were called "The Newborn Twins of Doom."

This nickname is definitely tailor-made.

Huanhuan was one of the victims, the palm of her hand faintly hurt again from the beating a few days ago, quickening her pace out of the eatery.

The boy behind couldn’t keep up either.

Li Du, seeing everyone had left, hesitated for a while and then stepped forward with concern: "Qingxi, how are you? Are you alright?"

On one side was the girl he liked, on the other his closest friend.

He was in a difficult position.

The girl’s stubborn face, with tears brimming in her eyes, finally couldn’t hold them back, and they fell drop by drop~

As she raised her head, her eyes were full of innocence, as if she was trying hard to suppress her grievances, and she spoke calmly: "Mr. Li, don’t worry, it’s Qingxi’s fault first, now it’s self-inflicted, others are not to blame."

Tears slid down her reddened cheeks, dropping to the ground and blooming into tiny tear flowers.

It was a pitiful sight.

Little man Li Du, seeing this, was outraged: "No way, Ye Zhi was too much, actually hitting someone. I have to help you get justice, you go back to the dormitory first, I’ll go find her and argue."

A hint of cunning flashed in Liu Qingxi’s eyes, but outwardly she was calm, softly saying: "It’s because my family background is not as good as others, and I lack confidence when speaking."

"In my eyes, you’re fine, it’s Ah Zhi’s issue. I’m going to settle the score with her now; you go back and apply something to your face."

Rolling up his sleeves, he charged out of the eatery, heading in the direction Ye Zhi had left.

Next, Liu Qingxi sniffled her way back to the dormitory.

On the way, many students noticed, if nothing unexpected happens, the story of Lord Minister’s daughter bullying the weak would soon spread throughout the Imperial College, and she cried even harder.

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