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Chapter 285 If you don’t become a dragon, is that still called a dragon-slaying boy?
The afternoon will soon pass.

Zhao Rong led a group of willful students, left the library, and returned to Mochi Academy.

Along with the distant mountains and forests, the dull sound of the ancient clock came.

It also means that this afternoon's calligraphy class is over.

On the way, the students of the Willful School were quite lively, with the sound of talking, playing, and joking intertwined.

Zhao Rong, who was walking ahead, looked back.

Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, talking and laughing.

Although it seems that I didn't learn anything in this calligraphy class and went to watch the excitement, isn't this the reason for my good mood?

Although Zhixingtang is the top school among the six schools in Mochi, most of the students in the hall are good students in a certain sense.

But it's good to be able to relax like a stroll in a certain art class. Is this happiness education?
Some students looked at someone's back and felt a little pleasing to the eye.

Even if someone's original intention is not to take them to play...

In addition, there is another reason for the lively atmosphere at this time.

That is the holiday is coming again.

Just tomorrow.

Therefore, anyone with a little academic experience knows that the afternoon before the holiday is, in a sense, a more comfortable time than the holiday itself.

Especially after school, like now.

Because you can plan whatever you want.

And if the last class happened to be similar to the "physical education class" that was useless in Zhao Rong's previous life...

Well, double the happiness, you know everything.

Everyone who has experienced it is good.

At this moment, when Zhao Rong, who was walking in front of the crowd with his hands behind his back, thought of this, he felt that he had a deep understanding of the feelings of the students behind him.

After all, he is an old student.

Zhao Rong raised his mouth.

He couldn't help but look back at the happy smiles of his classmates, feeling emotional.

I will protect this smile.

Zhao Rong said with a smile:

"Everyone be quiet, tomorrow is a holiday. I don't think the other gentlemen have assigned homework. Your vacation may be too monotonous. How about it, I will arrange it according to the situation. Everyone is idle anyway. , just write by hand."

Originally, the students in the willful hall were looking left and right, chatting and laughing in groups of twos and threes.

Or discuss holiday private meetings, or meet to climb high in autumn, or make an appointment to steal a half-day leisure together in Fusheng, or form a team to experience the interesting "cuju" that just came down the mountain.

But it fell with someone's smiling words.

The noisy crowd continued to make noise for three breaths, but then gradually quieted down.

All the students looked sideways and looked at the smiling face of a guy who wanted to brighten up their boring vacation.

The words just now made them feel extremely uncomfortable.

Many students froze their smiles.

Among them, Wu Peiliang couldn't help being the first to speak: "Zhao...Mr. Zhao, what do you mean by 'depending on the situation'?"

Zhao Rong glanced admiringly at 'Pei Niang' who is always the most positive, and nodded:

"Good question, not many, go back and write a word, and hand it in in the next class."

The willful students looked at each other in blank dismay.

Wu Peiliang felt more uneasy consciously, he had to go back on the holidays, so there was so much time wasted on the homework assigned by Mr. Cheap.

Besides... Wu Peiliang doesn't even believe a single punctuation mark in someone's words.

He glanced at Zhao Rong's expression, and his tone was alert.

"Is it really just a word? Mr. Zhao, you say this 'one word' first, does it mean number or category? If it is category, what kind of word is it, and how many times do you have to write it?"

Wu Peiliang tactfully grasped the loopholes in someone's words, smashed them and asked carefully.

As we all know, teachers sometimes have to be prepared to re-interpret what they say in addition to only trusting three points.

"Ok?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but take a closer look at the student in front of him who looked a bit feminine but seemed to be moving his head very quickly.

He gave Wu Peiliang a look of "children can be taught", and nodded again.

"I'm about to say, a very simple word... Yong, fresh and meaningful Yong, just five strokes. As for the number of times, it doesn't need to be too much, just set a small goal first, write it a thousand, and hand it over in the next class." .”

After hearing "small goals", the eyelids of many willful students twitched.

a thousand?This is paper grinding. When writing on calligraphy rice paper, you know it's not a little bit.

Some students sighed.

However, many were slightly relieved.

The next impulsive calligraphy class seems to be in a few days, and the time is not rushed, so I can finish it slowly.

At least tomorrow's holiday can go on as usual, can't it?
Wu Peiliang nodded secretly in his heart, he turned his head and exchanged glances with his classmates, turned his head, and said in a tentative tone:

"Mr. Zhao, are you sure there are only these, are you gone?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "No matter how much, I'm afraid you guys won't be too busy, that's all."

As he said that, his expression seemed to be a little embarrassed, for crowding out everyone's spare time.

Wu Peiliang took a few glances at Zhao Rong's expression, nodded slowly, and said nothing.

Zhao Rong suddenly said to Yu Huaijin:

"Xuanji, send the word 'Yong' I wrote down."

The latter looked at Zhao Rong a little hesitant to speak, but at this moment, hearing the words, he took out the thick stack of rice paper that Zhao Rong had handed her before class, and distributed them.

Straightforward students are bearing fruit one after another. When they take a closer look, there is a neat word 'Yong' on it.

At the same time, there are also disassembled individual strokes on the paper, and there are also a few lines of elegant and vigorous lowercase letters below, as key notes.

It can be said that everything is in detail.

This piece of rice paper has no less than a hundred characters, all of which are in someone's familiar handwriting, which is pleasing to the eyes of those who observe it.

If we don't care about other things, just talk about calligraphy, the straightforward students are really convinced by this "Mr. Zhao", since he used the word "正" to overwhelm the whole class, it has been like this, even if it is a pickpocket like Wu Peiliang, There's no disputing that either.

Li Xueyou unfolded the rice paper with both hands, lowered her head, and carefully looked at these beautiful characters with wide eyes, dazed from time to time, with a small face in thought.

Xiao Hongyu on the side was also looking at the words on the rice paper while sizing up Zhao Rong who was smiling and saying nothing.

I feel that being able to write good handwriting is sometimes as good as having a good skin, which makes people feel good at first sight.

Moreover, Mr. Zhu is very fond of him...

Xiao Hongyu glanced at Zhao Rong again.

Just when she was wandering.

Zhao Rong saw that everyone got the rice paper he copied all night last night, and said softly:
"One copy for each person, I will copy it tonight, so I can think about how to write the word 'Yong' well...Leave it to me in the next class. This character is mysterious, and I will talk to you in the next class."

"Yes, sir."

The students of the willful hall responded one after another.

Then, the crowd became lively again.

At this moment, Yu Huaijin came to Zhao Rong's side.

She raised her hands and said with a straight face:
"Brother Zhao, don't forget to make up lessons tomorrow. The mid-month exam is coming soon. Don't be careless. You and Brother Fan are waiting for me at Dongli Xiaozhu tomorrow morning. I may have something to do first..."

At this moment, it was equivalent to the end of get out of class, so she changed her title and no longer called Mr. Someone.

The voices of the students in the willful class were quieter, and they listened intently.

Many of the students secretly laughed.

He also gave us homework assignments. It turns out that Mr. Zhao also needs to make up lessons... What a reincarnation.

Wu Peiliang chuckled lightly.

Zhao Rong turned to look at Yu Huaijin, and listened to her talk for a while, then, as if he remembered something, he suddenly interrupted:
"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing... What a coincidence, I also want to make up lessons for you."

Yu Huaijin: "..."

Wu Peiliang and the students of the Willful School: "???"

Supplementary lessons... Tomorrow?
Wait, the willful student reacted, doesn't that mean that the next class is tomorrow!Handing in homework tomorrow?

Zhao Rong sighed and said to himself.

"As Xuanji said, the mid-month exam is coming soon, but the progress of our reckless class is a bit slow, and we will make up a section tomorrow morning, so I will trouble you for other things and put it later... um, Senior Yu, don't forget, and you, don't be late."

He glanced at the old-fashioned woman with a somewhat... dumbfounded expression, and then looked around at the students who had their eyes wide open, looking serious.

The originally lively crowd fell silent, and the air gradually froze.

Everyone was expressionless.

Mr. Zhao, you are not a human being.

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