Yang Chuxia glared at Ye Ziāan.
At this moment, Ye Ziāan stood up and straightened his clothes. By the time he reached the door, the blush on his face had disappeared.
Seeing Yang Qingrui and Yang Qingtong standing at the door, he said calmly, "Qingrui, Qingtong, our teacher once said, āDo not look at what is improper, do not listen to what is improper.ā The actions you just took go against the daily teachings of our teacher. Furthermore, although I am not your formal teacher, I did give you your initial enlightenment, which makes me half a teacher to you. Peeking into your teacherās affairs is disrespectful, and peeking into your elder sisterās affairs is even more so. What youāve done is not the behavior of a gentleman. As your enlightenment teacher, I now require you to submit thirty large-character writings as punishment after the New Year. Do you accept or not?"
Ye Ziāanās speech was in classical Chinese, his voice cold yet solemn, and he was serious about it. Thatās why Yang Chuxia, as well as the Yang Qingrui brothers, were all stunned.
Yang Chuxia finally grasped the meaning of his words, and when she looked at Ye Ziāan, who was now acting all serious and gentlemanly, her face darkened with annoyance.
Is this some kind of face-changing act? Was this cold and noble Ye Ziāan the same naughty boy who had just asked her for a reward?
However, looking at Yang Qingrui and Yang Qingtong, seeing that Ye Ziāan had gotten serious, they obediently stood in place, head down, accepting the teaching.
"What? Are you not convinced?" Ye Ziāan asked coldly when the two little devils remained silent.
Then Yang Qingrui and Yang Qingtong nodded again and again, "Weāre convinced."
After that, Yang Qingrui said, "Brother Ziāan, we were wrong. Sister, we were wrong."
"Weāll go home now," Yang Qingtong added.
Seeing that the two boys didnāt mention the thirty large-character writings, Ye Ziāan snorted and reminded them, "Donāt forget about the thirty large-character writings. Iāll be checking them before you start classes."
Yang Qingrui nodded listlessly, "Got it."
"And you, Qingtong?"
"I know too," Yang Qingtong quickly said, "Iāll write it after tomorrow." With that, the two troublemakers ran off hand in hand, all the while wondering, why was Brother Ziāan scarier than their teacher when he changed faces?
Only after the two little boys had gone far did Ye Ziāan think to himself, āIāll teach you two little brats a lesson for always messing up things between your sister and me.ā
However, when he turned around and saw Yang Chuxia staring at him, his cold face instantly vanished.
"Youāre awesome!" Yang Chuxia praised him, "Why do they listen to you so much? Iāve never seen it before."
Yang Chuxia really didnāt understand this.
"Have you forgotten? Thereās an old saying that goes, āa teacher for one day, a father for lifeā, you should know that most of the words they recognized initially were taught by me. Even now, when they have questions about their studies, Iām usually the one who explains it to them. So, while we joke around, deep down they still have respect and reverence for me."
Yang Chuxia naturally knew about this. However, she just couldnāt understand why ancient people placed such importance on teacher-student and teacher-pupil relationships.
"Wait, were you taking advantage of this situation for your personal gain?"
Ye Ziāan chuckled lightly without giving an answer.
Yang Chuxia, however, said firmly, "Xiaoāan, youāre getting worse."
Hearing the name Xiaoāan from Yang Chuxiaās mouth again, Ye Ziāan felt the urge to contort his face. Xiaoāan sounded so much like the eunuchs mentioned by those storytelling masters.