i have a sword fairy

Chapter 226 You Are Straightforward Students

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly after realizing that there was a traitor among them.

He turned his head and looked up at Yu Huaijin.

Yu Huaijin pursed her lips lightly, looked at Zhao Rong seriously, and looked at him, as if she was waiting for Zhao Rong to ask all the questions. After she answered them one by one, she let him bury his head in learning the piano.

The eyes of the two were frozen in the air in front of the stone table for a while.

Zhao Rong suddenly lowered his eyes, patted his sleeves, and immediately put his hands on his legs, his upper body was as straight as a pen, and he leaned forward slightly, facing Yu Huaijin's face, with a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows gathered in the middle, and the eyes in the middle The light froze, unblinkingly reflecting the old-fashioned woman in front of her, down to the straight bridge of the nose, and the lips pursed into a line.

"It's not good to do this." Zhao Rong paused for each word, "It's not right either."

With her hands in her sleeves, Yu Huaijin felt the oppressive gaze of the man in front of her. She stared at Zhao Rong's eyes without avoiding them, and said in a crisp voice, "I am the senior of the willful hall."

Zhao Rong nodded and said with a light smile, "You're avenging yourself."

Yu Huaijin said in a serious tone, "I don't. Student uniforms are one thing, and studies are another thing. The former will be discussed later. Today's make-up class is for the latter. The mid-month exam in half a month is related to the whole school For the interests of the students, we are a collective, and none of them can be neglected."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly. He heard Jia Tengying talk about this mid-month exam, and he roughly knew the rules for calculating grades. In addition to the individual grades of the students, the overall grades of the school they belong to are also very important.

And more than half a month later, it will be the third mid-month exam, which is also the last one of this autumn. Now the willful Tang Yu Taoist Hall each won the first place, and the third round will determine who is the quarter The first of the six classes of the school year.

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu who was buried in the pile of books from the corner of his eye.

These few days he was attending class in the candid classroom, and Zhao Rong was well aware of brother Yushu's status in the candid classroom. After all, just because he was close to Fan Yushu, he received many people frowning or frowning. squinting gaze.

And coupled with his status as a special student, and the "troubleshooting" during his first piano class, it is estimated that many students in the school should have already done a good job of "sorting waste materials".

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, and looked away from Fan Yushu.

He stared at Yu Huaijin's calm eyes, and asked curiously: "Let's not talk about collective matters, should we force our efforts individually...Senior Yu, you mean all the students who are self-willed? It's strange, This does not include me and brother Yushu."

Zhao Rong's voice was full of doubts.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Huaijin's brows froze.

She stared carefully at the puzzled expression on Zhao Rong's face, looked into his eyes seriously, and said in a powerful voice:
"You, Zhao Ziyu."

Yu Huaijin stopped, turned to look at Fan Yushu behind the pile of books, "You, Fan Yushu."

She nodded and said one word at a time: "You guys are willful students, from the moment you step in the door, no one can change it!"

Zhao Rong leaned forward and suddenly leaned back, his puzzled face disappeared instantly, he turned his head, looking at Yu Huaijin for a while, and Fan Yushu for a while, with a surprised voice.

"That's weird, I've been staying in your school for the past few days, um, let's not talk about it, let's talk about brother Yushu, why do I feel that he is like an outsider in the willful hall, Senior Yu, you Are you sure Brother Yushu is a willful student?"

Yu Huaijin was silent.

Zhao Rong looked thoughtful, and he frowned at Yu Huaijin, "Are you sure other people also regard Brother Yushu as a willful student?"

This old-fashioned woman who is the senior of the candid hall kept her eyes shut, and after hearing the words, she didn't raise her eyes to look at Zhao Rong again.

Fan Yushu on the other side of the stone table was nibbling on a penholder, looking down at a tome that was much bigger than his face, his eyes got lost among the densely packed pages of small letters, and he couldn't get around.

At this moment, upon hearing Zhao Rong's rhetorical question, Fan Yushu swung his two eyeballs upwards, temporarily escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, and glanced upwards at the two people who had calmed down. The man's gaze was straight, and the woman's was silent.

Under the stone table, Fan Yushu stretched out a hand and tugged on Zhao Rong's sleeve, but in the next second, his hand was slapped away by Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong still looked at Yu Huaijin without blinking, which was in his vision at the moment.

Yu Huaijin was standing under the early sun, most of her body in a loose university uniform was covered by the pale yellow morning light, her hair tied into a man's crown was a little yellowed by the sunlight, and at the same time, there was The thin lips pursed on her clean side face were pale as if dried up.

As for the hands that made Zhao Rong a little curious all the time, they were still hidden in the sleeves and could not be seen.

Yu Huaijin stood in the sunlight with her hands up, she suddenly raised her head, and said to Fan Yushu who was pretending to be a transparent person with her head buried: "Brother Fan, I was negligent before, sorry, I will deal with these matters, this time I've wronged you first."

The headstrong female senior took three steps back and saluted meticulously, her tone was sincere and apologetic.

Fan Yushu, who was reading with his head down and biting the end of the pen, creaked and almost bit off the pen and swallowed it.

What?Yu Huaijin apologized!

Fan Yushu poohed twice, spat out the pen, and immediately raised his hand and stretched out his fingers to dig his ears. He stared intently at the strange Yu Huaijin in front of him.

She was bending over to salute, raised her head slightly, pursed her lips and looked at him with questioning eyes.

Fan Yushu forgot to return the salute and reply for a while, his eyes gradually widened, and the next second, he flicked his head in a certain direction.

Fan Yushu stared wide-eyed at Zhao Rong, whose face was as flat as a lake, and his gaze was still filled with incredulity.

In the more than two months since the open-minded hall recruited new students, as long as Fan Yushu was around, he had never seen Yu Huaijin suffer from a loss.

She has always been stern, teaching and persuading others with a straight face. Even some gentlemen in the academy, such as their poetry and prose, are also punished by Yu Huaijin because of their clothes or drinking in class. Stand up and exhort and preach.

She is simply a "primary school teacher" among the six halls of Mochi Academy, and she is not much worse than the strict and rigid Xueguan Xuezheng.

After all, Yu Huaijin is honest and upright in speech, morality and courtesy, rigorous and stubborn, with the style of an ancient master, so most of the students in the academy still admire her, especially the willful students.

So Yu Huaijin usually said what she said, even though she was impatient, she still tacitly agreed that she was right.

But now, Tzuyu...

Fan Yushu stared at Zhao Rong in a daze, and nodded with emotion.

There was another person in the courtyard who had the same reaction as him.

Jia Tengying was about to come to the stone table, and was hesitating how to go forward to find an opportunity to pass cucumbers, but after hearing the conversation between Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin, his footsteps gradually stopped, especially when he saw Senior Yu, whom he had always admired in his heart, Suddenly bowed to Fan Yushu and apologized,

Jia Tengying couldn't help turning his head to look at Zhao Rong, the new classmate, with a dazed expression on his face.

A little while had passed, Zhao Rong saw that brother Yushu was still in a daze, he curled his lips slightly, raised his eyebrows and gave Fan Yushu a wink.

"Oh." Fan Yushu quickly reacted, he turned around immediately, and greeted Yu Huaijin.

"Senior Yu, please, it's okay, the students in the school, I can't play with them anyway, I don't care what they think, but there are indeed some things that I need to ask Senior Yu for help, that is Xiao Hongyu. ...mother...a classmate like a good teacher and helpful friend."

Fan Yushu blinked into Yu Huaijin's eyes, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, paused and continued to complain:

"Ahem, Brother Hongyu sometimes likes to strike at me while talking, you know, she looks a little taller, stronger, and has bigger fists than me, I'm sure I can't beat her, haha, Are you kidding me?
It’s just that Brother Hongyu is a woman, and this is in the academy. I am constrained by ethics and the principles I stick to in my heart, and I tolerate her again and again, but Brother Hongyu still doesn’t pay attention to etiquette, and always says to ‘beat me’, It's really degrading.It would be great if Senior Yu could help me persuade her. "

After finishing the complaint in one breath, Fan Yushu let out a heavy breath.

Yu Huaijin got up, and when she heard the words, she pondered for a moment, then nodded lightly, "I'll go back and deal with the red fish matter, and I will take care of other things together, Brother Fan, you are just like us, you are willful Tang Xuezi, this will never change."

Zhao Rong, who had been watching, did not speak.

Prejudice is not so easy to eliminate, even if you are the senior fish who makes all the students obey, but when it comes to this matter, you just talk to them, they probably just agree, and they still don’t care about it in private. The diaphragm is still there, without any reduction.

Just like Zhao Rong's previous life, who didn't know the slogan of unity and friendship that the teacher emphasized every day, and he listened to it every day, but who put it in his heart and wanted to follow it?
And according to Zhao Rong's experience, there will always be a few people in each group who will be disliked and rejected by most people. "Ghosts" are hated without much reason, or in other words, their "hateness" is not enough to match that prejudice, but some indifferent group violence, once imposed, has no scale.

If you accidentally become such an unlucky person, it will be difficult to change the impression, just like the current Fan Yushu.

There are many people who reject and laugh at him in the candid hall. In fact, they have no grievances with him. It is just because they find that everyone hates Fan Yushu, so they follow suit, afraid of being affected... Well, of course, there is another one who may stand up. The reason for stopping was that Fan Yushu held back all the students in the Willful Hall.

It’s just that it’s a fact that Fan Yushu’s grades are poor, and everyone in the Willful Hall doesn’t want to help him. Fan Yushu, who is a poor student, has no reason to study hard for the cohesion and honor of the candid hall when he subjectively does not want to learn?

This is also what Zhao Rong expressed to Yu Huaijin.

And Yu Huaijin's words "You are all willful students" is his answer.

What Zhao Rong thinks is even more ironic is that in some groups with strong cohesion, it is through this potential way that most members tacitly reject individual members, so that negative emotions can be vented, so that everyone can "unify to the outside world", so that failure Frustrations and conflicts have excuses to evade, so that the collective cohesion is stronger and more united.

Zhao Rong is one of the "majority members" in most cases, but he is afraid that he or someone he cares about will become that "individual member" in the future, so Zhao Rong objects.

Just like now, Zhao Rong has already noticed the signs of the students in the willful hall treating him.

Zhao Rong shook his head slightly.

However, he glanced at Yu Huaijin who had a serious expression, and his mind moved slightly. It seemed that she was not as boring and impersonal as he thought before.

He was silent.

It's just that she keeps a straight face all day long, no wonder outsiders find her boring, and I don't know what Yu Huaijin will look like when she smiles...

Seeing that Yu Huaijin was so eloquent, Fan Yushu coughed lightly and glanced at her, "Senior Yu, I have something else to do."

"What's the matter?" Yu Huaijin's eyes narrowed, "You can tell me everything."

Fan Yushu frowned, with a heavy expression on his face, "I went home a few days ago and felt a little uncomfortable, so I went to see the doctor in my family. The doctor told me that I am sick."

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids slightly, and glanced at Fan Yushu with a serious face.

Yu Huaijin said: "He Ji, if it's serious, I can ask Jijiu for leave, but I have to tell your family."

Fan Yushu sighed, and shook his head, "It's not a big problem, you don't need to ask for leave, but, alas..."

Yu Huaijin didn't speak, but stared at Fan Yushu with a sad expression.

Fan Yushu raised his head and said seriously: "I have a strange disease that makes me dizzy when I see densely packed characters. Senior Yu, I also want to work hard, but this disease is so severe that I was defeated by it. Now I feel dizzy when I read a book. Or, you let me delay for two days? When I regain my energy, I will see if I can try to overcome it."

Yu Huaijin: "..."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, I think you are lazy.

But finally.

Fan Yushu was guarded in front of the stone desk by Yu Huaijin who didn't say a word, and continued to finish his homework honestly under the ruler. He was not allowed to go anywhere until he finished.

Seeing Fan Yushu calm down, Yu Huaijin turned her head and looked at Zhao Rong.

She stretched out a finger and gently pushed the "Ordinary Guqin" forward.

Zhao Rong sighed and looked down at Guqin.

It is painted with purple lacquer all over, repaired with lacquer in many places, and the style is ordinary.

He stretched out his fingers and flicked lightly, the sound of the piano was warm, strong and loose.

Zhao Rong suddenly said: "Does this guqin have a name?"

Yu Huaijin was only quiet for a few breaths, and said directly: "Jiuxiao Yunpei."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Good name."

Immediately, he went straight to the point and said:

"This mid-month exam, I won't delay the class, so you don't have to make up for me. Not only is it a waste of my time, but also a waste of your energy. With this skill... it's better to supervise Brother Yushu to copy more. How many poems and fus?"

Zhao Rong had previously learned from Jia Tengying about the assessment rules for the mid-month exam, the seven arts of Confucian scholars. Although he has a few shortcomings, he is still somewhat confident in major arts such as poetry and prose.

Zhao Rong made the final decision conservatively in private, and it would not be difficult not to slow down the overall performance of the candid hall.

Fan Yushu, who was lost in the text maze again, opened his eyes wide when he heard his friend stabbed a knife again, "Ziyu, you!"

Zhao Rong ignored him and stared straight at Yu Huaijin.

However, the latter was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

At this moment, not far from the stone table, Jia Tengying, who had been hesitating for a long time, finally plucked up the courage, and he walked over with a bamboo basket, and the route happened to pass behind Yu Huaijin.

Jia Tengying looked up at Yu Huaijin, then lowered his head and reached for the cucumber in the basket that had been washed countless times, thinking of words and sentences in his heart, he gritted his teeth and was about to speak.

At this time, suddenly a big hand stretched into the bamboo basket as if there was no one there, and in an instant, the big hand directly passed Jia Tengying's hand and grabbed the vegetable and fruit.

"Thank you, Brother Teng Ying."

Zhao Rong saw Jia Tengying just passing by from the corner of his eyes, he swept his eyes and fished it.

A click.

Zhao Rong puffed his cheeks and thanked him casually.

Jia Tengying: "..."

(End of this chapter)