i have a sword fairy

Chapter 266 Mr. Zhao, please respect yourself!
In the middle of the night, Dongli Xiaozhu.

The lights in the north house were still on.

Inside the house, behind the landscape painting screen, white mist lingers, the outline of a bathtub is vague, and there is a figure.

Zhao Rong's hair was wet, his hands rested on the edge of the bucket, his head was tilted back, a white towel was neatly folded and applied to his forehead, covering half of his face.

In the hazy white smoke, the arc of his mouth was full of ease.

At a certain moment, some faint bells came from outside the house.

clang--

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Zhao Rong shuddered, his upper body leaned forward violently, the sound of water splashed, the white towel fell, and was subconsciously caught by a hand.

He turned his head to look left and right, and then rubbed the space between his eyebrows with the other hand.

"Why did I almost fall asleep again... It's the same when I hit the pulse just now."

Zhao Rong muttered something, his brows furrowed, but they relaxed again in the next second.

Just at night, he took advantage of the momentum of drinking the fourth cup of Zhengguan well water during the day, and in one go, he rushed to the fifth of the eight extraordinary meridians in his body, and the pulse was in his body. After the pulse was successful, he was slightly tired, so he took a bath , but almost fell asleep again unexpectedly.

I feel a little drowsy, what's going on... Zhao Rong is already a martial artist who is about to skyrocket, and now he has a tendency to transform into a strong physique of a different kind of monster. In the past, it was common to stay up for half a day. As long as you meditate on time every day, let alone now.

Maybe it's because there's been a lot of things recently, and I've consumed a lot of energy?
Zhao Rong shook his head, got up from the bathtub, the red snake in the meridians... no, it should be called a 'Fire Dragon', the Fire Dragon turned sharply, and traveled thousands of miles in an instant.

Astonishing heat came out of Zhou Tian's body while he was running, and the fog behind the screen was even worse, and the water stains on his body surface evaporated in a short time, so there was no need to wipe it.

Zhao Rong raised his hand to tie his hair casually, put on a autumn clothes knitted by Qing Jun's plain hands, and went to read at night.

By the way, I still need to think about how to be Mr. Zhao tomorrow.

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As the stars move, the sun rises.

In the morning, in the Ink Pond Academy, the Temperament Hall.

There are all students in the hall.

At this time, there was a little quiet in the willful classroom, but the first class not long ago was a painting class, and a few breaths ago, the burly and bearded calligraphy teacher just left, and now it is already a recess , but the hall was surprisingly quiet, in sharp contrast to the noise of other school students passing by outside the hall.

Quite a few students of the Wayward School couldn't help but look to the back, looking at the person sitting next to Fan Yushu on the left back.

Wu Peiliang's face sank like water, and he paused to finish cleaning up the painting objects on the desk. He let out a long breath and turned his head to look like the students around him.

After the morning reading just early in the morning, Yu Huaijin came to the stage to inform everyone of one thing.

At this moment, in the field of vision of a large group of students, the young student next to Fan Yushu, who is not wearing a student's green jacket, is very conspicuous. Doing your own thing.

Time passed quietly.

The dull sound of the ancient clock came from the distant autumn-colored mountains and forests.

The hour has come.

Zhao Rong, who was looking down and brushing ink, put down the brush in his hand, and carefully looked at the scroll painting on the long table.

Different from music art, which is boring and boring, although he was not proficient in painting art before entering the academy, after studying for a while, he was quite interested in it. Characters, landscapes, flowers and birds, the three major categories In particular, painting figures.

Zhao Rong looked at the picture of "Yiren Qingjun" on the desktop, was quiet for a while, nodded, and shook his head again, feeling that he still didn't have one-tenth of the beauty of Qingjun in his eyes and heart.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong suddenly raised his pen again, rolled up his sleeves, dipped the ink, tapped a certain place of this lovely person on the scroll, and tapped his red lips for Qing Jun.

He nodded slightly and put down the pen again.

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu, who was peeking sideways with everyone, and said nothing. When the ink was dry, he gently put away the lady's picture scroll, then got up, and under the eyes of all the students in the hall, slowly Step up to the podium that is three steps above the ground in the hall.

Zhao Rong suddenly turned around.

There are pairs of eyes watching from under the stage.

He faced the students in the willful class, his eyes were calm, and he looked around the hall.

Zhao Rong raised his hand, straightened his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and looked down at the old-fashioned woman sitting somewhere in the front row.

Yu Huaijin got up, saluted as usual like every other art class, and reported, "Mr.

Zhao Rong nodded, but... still nothing happened.

In the willful hall, the atmosphere became quiet.

Yu Huaijin frowned slightly, turned to look at the students behind him, there was nothing unusual, then looked back at Zhao Rong with a questioning look in his eyes.

Zhao Rong kept his hands behind his back and remained calm, but... for a second, he glanced down at the teacup on the table. It was the thirst-quenching tea prepared for Mr. Art in every art class.

As for who usually does it.

Shake——

A slight knocking sound of tables and chairs seemed very loud in the quiet and willful hall.

In the field of vision of all the students.

Yu Huaijin had already stood up, straightened her waist, and walked onto the stage with her hands in her hands.

Poker face.

Under the stage, Fan Yushu, who was in the last row, quietly gave Zhao Rong a thumbs up.

Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou looked at each other.

Yu Huaijin came to the stage, walked to the desk belonging to the gentlemen, looked up at Zhao Rong, then lowered her head slightly, holding the white porcelain tea set with a pair of white jade hands, cleaned it, and poured hot tea.

Zhao Rong took a closer look at the old-fashioned woman in front of him who was pressing him to play the piano not long ago, and saw that her movements were meticulous.

This hand is really white, especially when it is placed with the white porcelain tea set.

He frowned slightly.

However, hitting me with a ruler is really painful.

Thinking of this, in the next second, Zhao Rong suddenly stretched out his hand behind his back, and grabbed the two-finger-wide bamboo ruler on the table.

Yu Huaijin, who was pouring tea, paused slightly, then continued without looking up.

Zhao Rong held up the ruler to look at the old-fashioned woman who was pouring tea respectfully, and glanced at her, nodding from time to time, as if affirming that this was the culprit who beat him a few days ago, but he didn't know it was the ruler. Or Yu Huaijin?

Yu Huaijin's eyelids narrowed slightly.

"Mr. Zhao, please have some tea."

Finally, the cup of hot tea was finished, Yu Huaijin put the tea on the table in front of Zhao Rong respectfully with a straight face, then looked up at him without saying a word.

Zhao Rong looked at her for a while, and after a while, he suddenly put down his hand holding the ruler, nodded slightly, and said with a sunny smile, "Thank you for your hard work."

Yu Huaijin looked down and said, "Is there anything else Mr. Zhao has to do?"

Zhao Rong picked up his teacup and took a sip, shaking his head slightly.

Yu Huaijin didn't move, she was still standing in front of the table.

"It's a bit bitter..." Zhao Rong muttered, then put down the teacup slowly, and nodded again.

"Have."

He smiled softly, "Xuanji, can you give me a smile for my husband, women always have a straight face, they are not human at all, and they tend to age prematurely."

Yu Huaijin was expressionless.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, and added: "If you're like this...then you won't be able to get married."

Yu Huaijin clenched her small hands that were covered by her wide sleeves.

She took a deep breath, stared at the sincere smile of the man in front of her who had broken her heart for the student's life, and said quietly, "Mr. Zhao, please respect yourself."

Zhao Rong put away his smile in an instant, and stretched out the ruler in his hand in the direction of Yu Huaijin involuntarily.

He looked at her calmly.

Yu Huaijin suddenly narrowed her eyes.

The two looked at each other.

All the students in the hall stared blankly at this sudden turn of events.

Under the stage, Fan Yushu gasped. He just saw his friend on the stage avenging his personal revenge. While he relieved his anger, he couldn't help being secretly shocked by the scale. He almost sucked the air out of the hall.

Similar to Fan Yushu, there are Xiao Hongyu, Li Xueyou, Wu Peiliang and others.

At this moment.

Yu Huaijin suddenly glanced at the ruler in front of her, and at the next moment, she suddenly extended her right hand, silently... stretching out her palm.

All the straightforward students looked at this scene on the stage in shock.

Senior Yu is about to be physically punished by thugs?Also, did she really let him hit him?Does he really dare to fight?
When many people were stunned, countless questions flashed through their minds in an instant.

All eyes were on Zhao Rong who passed the board.

At the same time, Yu Huaijin lowered her head slightly, but her eyes, which seemed to be always calm in the past, were lifted up vigorously, staring at Zhao Rong, who was almost two heads taller than her, and pursed her lips tightly, all the blood on the pursed lips disappeared. a thin line.

Zhao Rong calmly looked at the old-fashioned woman in front of him who had stubborn eyes but still obediently stretched out her hand.

So, it's the body and the heart, it's 'you can have my body, but you can never get my heart'?

But why do I want your heart?
Well, I don't want this skinny body, but it's quite rare for this boring guy to finally have a new expression.

In the sight of countless casts, Zhao Rong nodded slightly, and the ruler in his hand swayed up and down, in front of Yu Huaijin, above his hand.

At this moment, the air in the lobby was deadly silent, and everyone even breathed carefully.

On the podium, Yu Huaijin had one hand hanging by his side, his wide sleeve fluttering in the wind, and the other hand stretched out straight, spreading out, revealing a clean, white and dazzling palm, and it Above is a blue-black thick and long ruler.

The two are only a stone's throw away.

The board may fall with a crisp sound in the next second...

And in the next second, the ruler did fall, and there was a snap, but... it wasn't a heavy crisp sound, but a slight soft sound.

A certain hand that was holding the ruler loosened, and the horizontal ruler fell freely, hitting the palm of a certain old-fashioned woman with a slightly oblique angle.

Yu Huaijin was stunned, and caught the falling ruler. The rare anger on her face suddenly collapsed and dissipated. She looked at Zhao Rong with slightly parted lips, and there were still some white marks on her lips.

Everyone under the podium was also unexpected, and looked at the man with a calm expression on the stage in astonishment.

After Zhao Rong dropped the ruler, he withdrew his hands and put them behind his back again.

He looked at Yu Huaijin who was in a daze with a strange expression, "Why are you so stupid, I asked you to pick up a ruler, stretched out your hand and didn't move, and you want me to hand it to you personally, sir?"

'Mr. Zhao' shook his head, followed by a series of incomprehensible words, such as "this year's students are not good", and "this is the worst class I have ever led".

Yu Huaijin and the students of Zhixingtang: "..."

After hearing Zhao Rong's words, they were still a little unresponsive.

Zhao Rong blinked, his expression still serious, but he couldn't help but secretly glanced at Yu Huaijin's slightly parted lips with white marks. Suddenly, he felt that this boring and old-fashioned guy, although With a straight face and a serious face, but now when he is so dazed... it seems a little cute.

Illusion, illusion, it must be an illusion. If it is stupid or cute, the little one at home will dump her ten blocks.

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Yu Huaijin took a deep breath and came back to her senses. She lowered her head and looked at the ruler she was holding in her hand. There was still warmth from someone on it. Staring at Zhao Rong, he said softly:
"You...Mr. Zhao is this?"

Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back, glanced at her, then turned sideways, looked at the students in the audience, curled his lips and said, "Take this ruler away, it's best to dig a hole outside and bury it, sir, I don't want to see it, My class..."

"...it is happy education."

He looked sincere.

Yu Huaijin: "..."

She looked at the face of 'Happy Education Mr. Zhao', thought for a while, but was still a little worried, "Is there anything else Mr. Zhao can do?"

Zhao Rong slightly raised his chin towards her.

Yu Huaijin held the ruler horizontally, turned and left, but she didn't really want to take it out to dig a pit and bury it, but returned to her seat in the front row, and temporarily put the ruler into the table.

"Class." Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes.

Afterwards, Yu Huaijin got up and led the students in the willful hall to salute Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong clapped his hands back and saluted, then, he squinted his eyes and looked at everyone with a serious tone, "It's your honor to be able to attend my class."

Straightforward students: "???"

Zhao Rong picked up the teacup, took a sip slowly, put down the cup, and glanced at them.

"Of course, it's also my honor."

The corners of the students' mouths twitched, are you happy?
(End of this chapter)