i have a sword fairy

Chapter 253 Cold water gets stuck in your teeth, then drink hot.

The classroom is a wonderful place.

As a student studying in it, you are only a small part of this big group, but sometimes your every move quietly falls into the eyes of most of your classmates.

No matter what you are thinking about doing this, those watching students have their own scales in their hearts.

Measure your position in this group, your possible position in the heart of the teacher, and the possible position in the heart of the most beautiful woman in the group.

measure you.

Then there is gloating, or sympathy but superiority, or envy mixed with jealousy.

For example, at this very moment, the calligraphy class that is being held in the Lanzhoudu open space.

Yu Huaijin just said that all the papers were not collected, but she didn't say who was missing, but all the willful students present knew who it was in their hearts, and they tacitly knew who it was.

And at this time, Zhu Weirui, who was the focus of all the students in the classroom, turned in the stack of papers that everyone had handed in seriously, but only one person was missing, gently rolled it up, and held it in his hands. Carrying it on the slender waist of the belt behind her again, her chin raised slightly.

Zhu Weirui is the same as the old-fashioned disciples who followed behind her, with a blue-like face. If you say that not long ago, when she smiled softly and elegantly and taught the students step by step, the students in the audience looked at her like a flower. The Feifei Youlan in spring, and Zhu Weirui who squinted slightly at Zhao Rong at this moment, in the eyes of the students, in an instant, it was a winter orchid with a chilling fragrance.

She fixed her eyes on Zhao Rong, stepped off the stage slowly, and walked to the corner on the left.

Yu Huaijin held an old two-finger-wide ruler for Zhu Weirui, and followed behind her step by step. Yu Huaijin looked at Zhao Rong in front of her calmly, and also kept a straight face.

In other words, she was born with such a serious expression on her face. Anyway, Zhao Rong has never seen her have many other expressions except for Yu Huaijin's complexion when she ate cucumber for the first time. Did Huaijin unlock "Keep away from strangers", or did she just have facial paralysis?Anyway, Zhao Rong has always been a little curious about this, thinking about telling her a joke someday...

This pair of gentlemen and students, two women, one big and one small, stared at Zhao Rong with unfriendly expressions, and walked towards him.

All the willful students in the audience followed the two of them with their eyes, turning their heads from time to time to look at Zhao Rong who had just realized the imminent disaster and raised his head.

Is this annoying the two girls with the highest status in our class?

Among the students, there were those who shook their heads and laughed lightly, such as Wu Peiliang.

There are those who frown and say nothing, such as Fan Yushu.

There are also those who are not patient, such as Li Xueyou.

Of course, most of them don't care, just like watching a good show and lively people, just like Xiao Hongyu.

No matter what the students on the field thought, the open space was completely quiet, only the footsteps of Zhu Weirui and Yu Huaijin, and the sound of the book closing came from a certain student surnamed Zhao. Amidst the different gazes, he finally noticed something with a slow reaction, and he was slowly raising his head.

Zhao Rong's face was as usual, he did not look at the students around him, but stared at the menacing pair of master and apprentice in front of him.

His eyes didn't blink, and his expression still didn't change in the slightest. He seemed to be frightened by..., his eyes were stunned, and many students on the field laughed secretly.

Wu Peiliang's eyes stopped on Zhao Rong's face, and then he shook his head slightly with the corner of his mouth curled up. His expression was lazy and he felt a little bored. He turned his eyes to the paper in Zhu Weirui's hand, and his expression became even more impatient.

What is the delay, and Mr. Zhu and Senior Yu are the same. If the bastard doesn’t write, he won’t write. What is the taste of the well water that can only be obtained by reading seeds, but, hey, I will waste time to answer to the students in the academy...

Wu Peiliang's eyes were glued to the small bamboo tube again unknowingly. At this moment, the bamboo tube was standing quietly on the head of the empty red long table in front of him. Suddenly, there was another movement from Zhao Rong. Come, Wu Peiliang immediately turned his head to look, and saw that Zhu Weirui had brought Yu Huaijin and the ruler to that annoying bastard...

With her hands behind her back, Zhu Weirui walked towards Zhao Rongdu with her head held high.

She actually doesn't like this walking posture, because the appearance of putting her hands behind her back, her waist straight, and her chest upright will suddenly increase the burden on a certain piece of clothing that Zhu Weirui is wearing, and the forces interact with each other , the heavy burden tied up by that piece of clothing will strongly protest and resist, and the result is that she suffers, the strangulation hurts, and there is probably another red mark...

However, Zhu Weirui still maintained this walking posture, her beautiful face remained unchanged.

She has long been used to some things, just bear with it.

As for the current walking posture, Zhu Weirui feels that adding her husband's identity can give students a sense of oppression and majesty in the classroom. This is what Zhu Weirui learned from an old man, but she will not admit this.

Zhu Weirui's willow eyes were slightly fixed, and she looked at Zhao Rong who was looking up. With a straight face, she walked to his desk and looked at Zhao Rong.

Quiet for a while.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes slightly and looked at her.

All the willful students in the audience looked at these two people.

dong dong——

Zhu Weirui raised her chin slightly, freed one of the hands on her waist, and tapped the man's table in front of her with the rolled up paper, with a crisp voice, "Zhao Ziyu, where is your handwriting?" .”

Hearing this, Zhao Rong lowered his eyes, reopened the heavy book in his hand, and immediately stretched out his hand to the right. There were a few red maple leaves lying quietly on the table on the right side of the table. They were brought by the river wind before. He twisted a piece of red maple leaves. The exact maple leaf was caught in that page of the book and closed.

In the countless gazes, Zhao Rong raised his head, shrugged his shoulders and said frankly: "Mr. Zhu, all my classmates are in front of you. Looking at it from the bottom, I just feel that writing is tasteless and I dare not make a fool of myself, so I abstained."

There was some laughter all around.

On the other hand, Fan Yushu frowned and sighed, feeling that he put too much pressure on Zhao Rong, which made his friend lose the courage to write. Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong apologetically,

Zhao Rong noticed Fan Yushu's expression, he pursed his lips and shook his head at Fan Yushu, telling him not to blame himself.

Zhu Weirui couldn't stand it anymore, and hurriedly took the ruler from Yu Huaijin's hand sideways. She stared at Zhao Rong with a tense face, and lightly pressed the end of the bamboo ruler to the distance of three centimeters from his hand, her voice was crisp and clear. .

"You can't abstain. Others write others, you write yours... even a few words are fine."

Zhao Rong didn't look at the protesting ruler beside his hand, but looked up at her bright eyes, and with a slight twitch of the corner of his mouth, he knew that you were trying to trick me.

He shook his head and sighed: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Zhu, Mr. Yu gave me a supplementary lesson yesterday, painting 'Zheng' to learn the piano. I worked hard with both hands all day, and I didn't stop much at night. Now my fingers may even hold a pen. Unsteady, please forgive me sir."

Zhu Weirui slightly opened her willow-leaf eyes.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked up at her.

The two looked at each other, staring at each other, speechless for a while.

Zhu Weirui knew it, he just didn't want to write it, it was useless to say it, and Zhao Rong also knew it, she was just "cheating" the word, so she didn't write to Zhu Weirui.

For some reason, the two had a tacit understanding.

Just, slowly.

Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui stared at each other for a longer and longer time. The students didn't wait for Zhu Weirui's rebuttal and reprimand. The quiet atmosphere on the field seemed to be something added, which was a bit strange at first.

Wu Peiliang, who had been waiting impatiently, gradually frowned.

Xiao Hongyu, who had been watching with relish, turned her head and looked at Li Xueyou who was blinking.

Fan Yushu, who was closest to Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui, kept turning his head, looking left at Zhao Rong and right at Zhu Weirui.

Behind Zhu Weirui, Yu Huaijin, who was holding his hand, felt particularly deeply. After all, the two of them were teachers who had been together day and night, and went all the way south to the Confucian Academy at the end of the world in Wangque Prefecture.

She looked at the teacher's pretty side face with pursed lips and someone's face reflected in her eyes.

Yu Huaijin turned her eyes and watched Zhao Rong's expression seriously.

At this time, Zhao Rong was still looking at Zhu Weirui, his gaze refused to give up an inch. At the same time, he also noticed the colorful gazes around him from the corner of his eye, and frowned slightly.

Suddenly, when the classroom atmosphere was getting weirder and weirder, Zhu Weirui turned around and attracted everyone's attention at the same time.

She turned around and looked at Yu Huaijin, "Xuanji, is what Ziyu said true?"

Yu Huaijin saluted, "Teacher, it's not bad, it's just that you can't even write a few words just by learning the piano and painting."

Zhu Weirui nodded slowly, squinted at Zhao Rong, and then suddenly turned around, facing the many students in the open space, and said: "I want to correct the papers, everyone should practice calligraphy by themselves first, try to be as quiet as possible, wait a while and choose the best character before continuing." Attend class."

The students on the field were stunned, and they all saluted and responded, "Okay, sir."

After speaking, they got busy with their own affairs, but Zhu Weirui just lingered between the seats in the open space. All the students, especially the men, have too much time to do things there, and besides, the calligraphy class is nothing to them. There is not much to do in writing and drawing, and now I am waiting for the paper to be corrected by my husband, so I can't calm down.

The attention of the students of the willful hall is still here. After all, the good show just now feels not at all enjoyable. I don’t know if there will be a follow-up...

Zhu Weirui didn't take care of them anymore, as long as they were quiet and not noisy, calligraphy was the most taboo of noise, and she never had to worry about classroom discipline and take care of it herself, because there was Yu Huaijin who was worry-free and thoughtful.

Zhu Weirui turned around and glanced at Zhao Rong.

He was reaching out his hand, casually took a small Zihao brush with fine hair from Fan Yushu's pen holder, and looked at it for fun.

Yu Huaijin suddenly said: "Teacher, why don't you give me the ruler."

Let me take care of it.

Zhao Rong grabbed the pen fiercely, he raised his head and glared at this old-fashioned woman, Yu Huaijin, I advise you to be a human being and keep a line, otherwise I will... just call someone!You do it yourself.

Yu Huaijin ignored his rich expression, she looked up at the teacher in front of her.

Zhu Weirui glanced at the disciple's serious expression and shook his head, "No need. Xuanji, go and help me get that little bamboo tube, and by the way, another futon like the one you're kneeling on."

Yu Huaijin was slightly taken aback, but still nodded and turned around.

Soon, she returned with a bamboo tube in one hand and a futon in the other.

And this bamboo tube filled with Zhengguan well water also touched the hearts of all the students around.

Zhu Weirui took them one by one, and she cleverly looked at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong frowned with a suspicious expression.

Zhu Weirui smiled, and under the watchful eyes of the audience, she placed the futon on the opposite side of Zhao Rong. Immediately, she lifted her robe, bent her long legs, and sat down on her knees, facing Zhao Rong, only separated by a sheet of paper. Not a lot of cases.

Everyone looked sideways.

Zhu Weirui turned her head to Yu Huaijin and said, "If Xuanji has something to do, you can go and get busy."

Yu Huaijin nodded, but didn't leave. She still stood behind her, but looked at Zhao Rong with a puzzled expression, just like the other students.

And Zhao Rong was also speechless at this time.

Zhu Weirui was sitting upright. She put the stack of papers on Zhao Rong's table, pinched the emerald green bamboo tube with two fingers, and shook it slightly. Then she turned her eyes and looked at Zhao Rong. Taste the well water?"

Zhao Rong's eyes regained his composure, and he continued to lower his head to play with the exquisite Zihao brush that was very popular among literati at the foot of the mountain.

The corner of Fan Yushu's mouth twitched.

Wu Peiliang scoffed.

"Pfft..." Li Xueyou hurriedly retracted her head and covered her small mouth.

Zhu Weirui was also slightly taken aback, and continued to laugh. She put the small bamboo tube next to the paper, looked at Zhao Rong with a half-smile, nodded and said, "Ziyu's taste is different from ordinary people..."

If he pointed it out, the corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.

Zhu Weirui smiled and said, "Then let's drink hot."

But at this moment, before everyone had time to react, Zhu Weirui turned over her jaded hands, and a green bamboo tube suddenly appeared in her hand, but the current bamboo tube was several times larger than the small bamboo tube next to the scroll. Shaking the new bamboo tube, he said to himself, "There seems to be quite a few more."

The students in the candid hall stared at each other, this is also Zhengguan's well water! ?

With a wave of Zhu Weirui's sleeves, a set of rosewood tea sets appeared on Zhao Rong's table, which was luxurious and restrained.

While everyone was in a daze, she took out clear water to clean her hands, and then, she placed her movements in an orderly manner, poured out some of the well water in the bamboo tube, and began to cook tea in an elegant posture.

The curling aroma soon permeated the entire open space.

At this time, Zhu Weirui was holding the teapot by the ear, and raised her wrist, and poured the tea boiled from Zhengguan well water into the cup, and the white smoke rushed up. She lowered her head and sniffed gently, and her face was instantly covered by the tea mist. , the cheeks seemed to be dyed a little red by the rising heat, behind the hazy tea mist, there seemed to be a faint smile.

But soon the white mist dissipated, and everyone came back to their senses. At this time, the glow on Zhu Weirui's face gradually dissipated. She put the teacup on the table, lightly touched the cup with two fingers, and slowly pushed it to Zhao Rong. in front of.

"Tzuyu has a try, it shouldn't clog his teeth."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Yu Huaijin and the students of the Zhixing Hall: "???"

　Go to sleep, brothers, there should be no next chapter...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)