Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 239 – Joint Punishment_1

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Joint Punishment_1

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Xuan’er?!

Su Qingluo widened her eyes in shock, unsure of what to think.

“Xuan’er, Master is very pleased that you can recite the poem.”

Master Zhang Wenlin’s eyes darkened slightly, revealing a trace of sternness: “However, they must bear the consequences of their mistakes themselves.”

“Their mistakes were all because of me.”

The Little Prince’s eyes showed defiance: “If Master wants to punish someone, just punish me alone.”

“Xuan’er, you are a prince, Master does not have the authority to punish you.”

Master Zhang Wenlin’s eyes turned cold and unfathomable: “Sit down. As for the others, the punishment remains. If you can’t hand in the poem before school ends today, you’re not allowed to leave the classroom.”

“Master!”

“Xuan’er!”

The Little Prince’s indignant voice and Su Qingluo’s urgent cry to stop him sounded simultaneously.

Su Qingluo quickly covered the Little Prince’s mouth before he could defy the Master again, and left the classroom holding him and Hu Ya.

Stellar Pavilion.

Hu Ya, ignorant and clueless, happily ran around the Little Prince’s feet.

Looking at the Little Prince who still tightly pursed his lips and showed a defiant face, refusing to admit his mistake, Su Qingluo sighed deeply and left with a heavy heart.

The classroom was extremely quiet, with ten classmates writing diligently, hurrying to copy the poems.

Su Qingluo entered the classroom, respectfully bowed to the Master, returned to her seat, and picked up her brush to start copying the poems as punishment too.

From noon until school ended, the classroom remained as quiet as before, and no one left their seat.

After Su Qingluo finished copying the poem a hundred times, she took a stack of paper from her bag and continued to write.

As the sun set in the west, one by one, those who finished copying the poem a hundred times submitted their punishment and left the classroom.

Su Qingluo wrote swiftly without any pause.

“I’m exhausted after copying this all day. I’ve finally finished copying it two hundred times. My arm is almost broken.”

As the sky darkened, Xu Ruoxuan and Li Yunxiu shook their aching shoulders, tidied up their messy desks, and handed over their copied punishment scrolls.

“Boss, it’s dark outside. Are you not leaving yet? How many have you copied?”

Xu Ruoxuan finished handing in the scrolls and sneaked back over to Su Qingluo.

Su Qingluo smiled composedly: “Since Xuan’er won’t admit his mistake, I’ll copy it for him. You guys can go back first.”

“Boss, it’s our fault for not being able to hold back and losing focus in class, angering the Master and implicating you.”

Li Yunxiu also came over, his face full of guilt.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I shouldn’t have let Xuan’er bring Hu Ya to class.”

Su Qingluo didn’t raise her head and continued writing swiftly.

Xu Ruoxuan pursed his lips and forced a smile: “Boss, how many times are you going to copy this?”

Su Qingluo’s eyes flashed with determination: “I made the mistake, so I can’t copy less than Li Haoming. At least three hundred times, plus Xuan’er’s share, a total of six hundred times.”

“Ah! You’re going to copy it six hundred times!”

Xu Ruoxuan, Li Yunxiu, and Li Haoming, who was still fervently writing, all cried out in disbelief.

Master Zhang Wenlin sat on the podium, the movement of turning the book’s pages paused, a hint of appreciation flickered in the depths of his eyes.

“You guys go back, don’t make any noise.”

Su Qingluo looked up at the Master and continued copying.

“Ugh, fine.”

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Xu Ruoxuan and Li Yunxiu followed her gaze, looked at the stern-faced Master sitting upright, wanted to say something but held back, ultimately not daring to challenge the Master’s authority and left dejectedly.

It was pitch black outside, the classroom was extremely quiet, with only the faint sound of candlelight.

Li Haoming was extremely exhausted, his arm aching terribly, but he swallowed his saliva and forced himself not to stop.

Su Qingluo still sat upright, her breath steady, her brush moving smoothly, and elegant sentences flowed on the paper.

Master Zhang Wenlin pretended to flip through the book, occasionally glancing down at the students, revealing an involuntary hint of admiration.