i have a sword fairy

Chapter 281 Encounter in the Book Building
The next day, afternoon.

It's another book art class in the straightforward classroom.

Like the previous classes, Zhao Rong led the willful students to leave the lecture hall and go out to give lectures, "Happy Education".

However, this time was a little different. Under the leadership of Zhao Rong, the students went all the way to Linlu Mountain, where they had been last time, without stopping.

After arriving at the foot of the mountain, a group of people rested in the inferiority pavilion, then followed Zhao Rong up the stairs and walked into the promenade to climb the mountain.

On the winding corridor, Zhao Rong was holding a large stack of reading experience collected not long ago, bowed his head and simply flipped through it, while leading the way.

His eyes quickly scanned the papers in his hand, turning back a few pages from time to time, and glanced at the student's signature on the front page.

Gradually, the brow wrinkled.

Not long after, Zhao Rong forcefully put down the paper in his hand, and suddenly turned his head to look at the students behind him.

Concentrating his eyebrows and looking around, his lips slightly opened, only paused, and then closed again.

Zhao Rong's brows loosened, his expression returned to his usual calm, and he exchanged a glance with Yu Huaijin who was looking at him.

He shook his head slightly, turned around without speaking.

On hand, the homework assigned to the students in the willful class a few days ago, asking them to go back and write down their reading experience carefully.

Zhao Rong was not satisfied.

Except for a few individuals, the whole gave him a sense of perfunctory coping.

In fact, if it's just that the writing is not good, that's all. If he doesn't teach the characters well, he, "Mr. Zhao", is also responsible for it.

It's just that some people... really think that I don't know your handwriting.

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Almost all the words he has seen once can be kept in his mind forever, and he can recognize them at a glance afterwards.

So it's clear at a glance whether it's right or not.

At this time, Zhao Rong raised his eyes, skipped the crowds and piles of books, and looked up at the high mountain top, the nine-story dangerous building soaring into the sky.

Not long ago in the morning, he also brought Gu Yiwu and the students of the Justice Hall to the calligraphy class in the Justice Hall to share his reading experience.

It's just a comparison now.

There is already a gap between the progress of the book art class in the self-willed hall and the righteous hall...

In fact, the most important thing for someone is actually the attitude.

Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then retracted his gaze and continued on his way.

After a stick of incense.

A group of Mochi students came to the library on the top of Linlu Mountain.

Although the library building is extremely tall, it doesn't take up too much space from the outside.

But judging from the orderly but almost continuous flow of people entering and leaving the entrance of the study building at this time, the internal area must be more than that small.

Zhao Rong didn't need to think about it, there was a universe inside.

But now, he and the students behind him are all in class, and they just come to hand in some things, and they won't go in for a while, so they don't know the details.

Zhao Rong turned his head and said to Yu Huaijin and others who were following him:

"Rest where you are and keep quiet. Xuanji, come and help."

After the words fell, he walked forward.

Ahead, outside the study building, on a small piece of open space paved with smooth white jade stones, there are a few people in charge of the study building, busy behind several large desks. The books and manuscript volumes on the desks are piled up like mountains. in and out of the library.

Yu Huaijin arranged for the students, and then walked forward quickly.

With her hands raised, she followed Zhao Rong's footsteps, and walked on his right side step by step, one position slower.

Yu Huaijin suddenly said, "Mr. Zhao, can you stop calling me by my nickname?"

Zhao Rong in front of him paused slightly, turned his head with a smile, and glanced at the woman's stern face behind him, which seemed to have remained unchanged for 800 years.

Her tone just now was serious.

"What do you call that? Huai Jin is too ordinary, it doesn't reflect the harmony between our teachers and students, so it's called... Xiao Yu'er?"

Yu Huaijin: "???"

Zhao Rong glanced at it, and Yu Huaijin, who lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, stopped talking, smiled, handed over a few stacks of books, and continued to walk forward.

The latter took the end in his hand and followed.

The two came to the long table in the open space.

Zhao Rong said a few words to the curious-looking stewards of the library, explaining his purpose.

Afterwards, the two returned the books, handed in the manuscripts of their experiences, and communicated with the library stewards, and dealt with the pass tokens for the students in the willful hall.

Today is cloudless and the autumn sun is shining brightly.

In the afternoon, the sunshine on the top of the mountain is quiet, and the flow of people coming and going in front of the book building is not noisy, and they come and go quietly.

Zhao Rong waited for the formalities to be completed at the desk, while gazing at the surrounding scenery.

Tomorrow is the long-awaited holiday, and he is in a good mood, but not long after the holiday, the mid-month exam will be held, which makes Zhao Rong feel a little rushed, mainly because of the current book art class. schedule.

In other words, he went to see Zhu Yourong a few days ago, and actually made a small bet with her about the results of this calligraphy class.

Zhao Rong felt that if he lost to Teacher Zhu, he might not be able to hold his head up in front of her in the future.

You have to keep your voice down, you can't reprimand Fang Qiu for pointing Jiangshan, otherwise, Zhu Yourong will grab the conversation and reply on the spot, Teacher Zhao is this?The students in two classes are not as good as I teach in four classes, and so on.

Zhao Rong used the brain of his friend Fan Yushu to think, and he knew that the expression of a certain woman in Confucian shirt must be very awkward.

He chuckled and shook his head.

Next to him, Yu Huaijin, who was now guarding against fire and theft against Zhao Rong, frowned suddenly, turned his head in extreme vigilance, and looked suspiciously at the strange smile on the face of the man beside him.

In the next second, she would rather kill by mistake than let it go, she said seriously, "Mr. Zhao, please respect yourself."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Is something wrong with me, or something wrong with you?

Just when Zhao Rong was complaining, suddenly, the constant flow of people outside the library seemed to pause.

The next moment, the crowded crowd diverged slightly to the two sides, giving way to a two-person-wide path visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, many scholars who entered and exited the library stopped, turned their heads, and looked in the same direction inside the door.

"Brother Sima."

"Brother."

"The only senior brother."

Among the crowd, one after another greeted each other.

The sudden movements at the door immediately attracted the attention of everyone outside the study building.

Zhao Rong raised his head curiously, looking from his direction, at the door of the study building, many scholars and senior brothers were bowing and cupping their hands towards the door, saluting respectfully.

"Hey, it's Senior Brother Sima!"

At this moment, not far behind Zhao Rong, among the students of the Willful School who were resting on the spot, someone spoke in surprise.

"True, false, I haven't seen Senior Brother Sima for some days, and I haven't seen him come to look for..."

Among the students in the willful hall, there was a sudden noise. Everyone who had been resting on the spot stood up one after another, and some of them spoke in a trance, and their voices gradually dropped.

"Haha, yes, it is indeed a long time since I came."

Several students responded, and afterward, many male students turned their eyes towards a certain direction in the crowd.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at the movement of the students behind him, and raised his brows when he heard something that he didn't understand.

Just now!Before Zhao Rong could figure out what the students were talking about, in his peripheral vision, a slender figure slowly walked out of the gate of the study building.

Zhao Rong was instantly attracted and looked back.

I saw that he was a handsome young man, wearing a white and blue belted Confucian shirt. The clothes were quite simple, but Zhao Rong felt that he had a very unique temperament.

At a glance, what impressed him the most were the man's eyes and lips.

The eyes are indifferent.

Lips are thinned.

A cold look.

At this moment, facing everyone's salutes and words, he raised his eyelids slightly, nodded his chin, looked straight ahead, and walked out of the study building through the road separated by the flow of people.

After leaving the study building, the young man with cold eyes swept his gaze, as if he was about to go down the mountain and walked towards where Zhao Rong was.

Beside Zhao Rong, the stewards of the library, who were busy at work, temporarily stopped their staff and saluted the cold-eyed man.

Yu Huaijin, who had been silent all this time, also took a small step forward, saluted meticulously, and said calmly, "Senior Brother Sima."

The young man with cold eyes walked slowly, looked sideways at the junior sister from the Mochi Academy, and nodded.

At this time, Zhao Rong, who was sandwiched between the steward of the library and Yu Huaijin, was a little embarrassed.

The main reason is that he doesn't know who this person is at all, wouldn't it be more embarrassing to greet him with a salute, and now it's inconvenient to ask Yu Huaijin.

It's just that the young man with cold eyes was very 'intimate' and didn't give Zhao Rong too much time to struggle. After nodding to Yu Huaijin, he didn't even look at Zhao Rong as he passed by him.

Zhao Rong blinked, looking at the slender back of this senior with a unique aura.

Suddenly, in his field of vision, the young man with cold eyes did not go down the mountain directly, but turned around and approached among the willful students who were being ordered by Zhao Rong to rest quietly.

At this moment, when they saw the person coming, all the students had already forgotten about that person's instructions, and gathered around one after another, calling out to Senior Brother Sima enthusiastically.

Among the crowd, the young man with cold eyes kept walking towards a certain direction in the crowd, and finally stopped in front of the two female students.

Zhao Rong glanced away.

It was Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou.

"Brother, long time no see." Xiao Hongyu smiled.

"Ah."

The young man with cold eyes responded, but his gaze has been on... Li Xueyou's body since just now.

Li Xueyou raised her small head, looked at the cold-eyed man who was a head and a half taller than her, and said with a bright smile, "Brother Duyi."

Sima Duyi looked down at her, blinked his cold eyes slightly, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Xiao Xueyou."

Zhao Rong finally heard him speak, but the voice was unexpectedly not as cold as Zhao Rong had thought before, but rather low and magnetic.

It makes people feel that the sense of distance produced by those cold eyes seems to be closer.

Li Xueyou glanced at the library beside her, "Brother Duyi, what are you doing here?"

Sima Duyi said casually, "I went to the seventh floor to help the teacher with something."

The seventh floor of the library?

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids slightly, then narrowed his eyes for a moment, and then looked carefully, this... the seed of reading.

In the entire Linlu Academy, the number of such scholars is estimated to be less than one hand. He had only heard of Fan Yushu a few times before, and this was the first time he had seen it.

"Sima Duyi, the student of the deputy mountain chief, Linlu Academy, the seed of reading."

Yu Huaijin suddenly said softly.

Zhao Rong glanced at her sideways and nodded.

At this time, the old-fashioned woman beside Zhao Rong looked at Sima Duyi with her calm eyes in the past, and a serious look appeared in her eyes.

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