i have a sword fairy

Chapter 287 What kind of seed you are

In the candid hall.

The gazes of the two Confucian scholars collided in the air.

One person has a calm expression, eyes closed and speechless.

One person has a cold face and cold eyes.

Dozens of people stood or sat silently.

In the willful school, needles can be heard.

In fact, Zhao Rong had long expected that something might go wrong in today's supplementary calligraphy class.

It's not that he knows what to predict, but that he has long been aware of some turbulent undercurrents in the whimsical hall.

In fact, the occurrence of anything has its internal laws, and clues will be revealed in advance, as long as you observe carefully.

This is another class gossip that Zhao Rong didn't listen to in class, but remembered.

The conflicts between him and most of the students in the willful hall actually accumulated very early, and the cause was a small prejudice at the beginning.

Then, this simple but complicated mustard seed slowly took root and grew up in the hearts of most willful students.

Although in the calligraphy class, the surface is still calm, only a certain student surnamed "Wu" is very energetic, jumping up and down from time to time, challenging the authority of his "Mr. Zhao"...

But Zhao Rong knew that behind the spiritual boy Wu Peiliang was a class of students.

A class of students who are dissatisfied with him.

Moreover, the contradiction... is getting bigger and bigger.

This point, Zhao Rong can see from the overall attitude reflected in the homework handed in by the two school students.

The latent contradictions seem to wait for a certain day, and they will evolve into a conflict of unknown degree.

However, it is not known what form it will take.

Interesting, Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of many willful students around him, their expressions seemed a little gloating.

And Wu Peiliang, who had never disappointed Zhao Rong, did not let him down even more, showing some gestures ready to move.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched lightly.

Immediately, he stopped paying attention to these things, but looked straight at the Sima Duo who suddenly broke into the audience.

In Lin Lu Academy, the status is extraordinary, and it can even be regarded as the seed of reading for the reserve of the mountain chief.

Facing his gaze, Sima Duo raised his eyelids.

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't actually think that the trouble of making up lessons this time would be Sima Duyi who suddenly appeared, and it would be because of Li Xueyou.

However, when Sima Du asked about it just now, the students around him looked at him in a uniform and tacit understanding.

Zhao Rong wasn't too surprised.

within reason.

What was expected long ago has happened.

Just didn't guess the process...

now.

Zhao Rong and Sima are alone, separated by more than ten meters.

The two stood silent.

The air became more and more solidified.

Zhao Rong actually wanted to explain that he didn't do anything rude to Miss Li.

Because Zhao Rong is not a person who takes the pot honestly and suffers from being dumb.

However, the young Confucian scholar changed his mind.

I feel that Sima Duyi's statement just now seems to be correct.

It was indeed him who made Miss Li's face tired, her wrists sore and red, and her fingers trembling.

It was him who made Miss Li busy all night last night, her little hands didn't stop for a moment.

Zhao Rong looked at Sima Duyi frankly.

Almost got 'well you're right' written all over your face.

Sima Du looked at Zhao Rong coldly for a while, and then spoke suddenly, but the words surprised him a little.

"Your name is Zhao Ziyu?"

know me?
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, but after thinking about it for a moment, he really didn't expect that the two would have any intersection.

Then it's not "Jiu Yang", um, the prefix of "Miss Li's book art class assistant and classmate" should be added in front of it.

Zhao Rong glanced at Li Xueyou, who was beside Sima Duyi, with a small anxious face.

He nodded and said softly, "Senior brother Sima, good morning."

Sima Duyi nodded slowly, but did not respond.

It is worth noting that the two of them did not salute after they spoke just now.

There's a joke, Wu Peiliang laughed secretly.

However, just when many people were expecting a good show and someone retreated disheartenedly, Li Xueyou suddenly got up and walked between Zhao Rong and Sima Duyi.

Her thin and delicate body blocked the sight of the two of them looking at each other without giving in.

Li Xueyou put the sore little hand behind his back, and said to Sima Duyi crisply:
"Brother Duyi, Brother Zhao is the new teaching assistant for the book art class that Mr. Zhu arranged for us. You misunderstood him. He didn't bully me. He just assigned some homework yesterday. Xueyou is stupid, and writing is a bit difficult..."

She turned her head and glanced at Zhao Rong, then spoke again, speaking softly.

"Although we took a rest today, we didn't do very well in calligraphy class, so brother Zhao specially spared time to make up lessons for us. So Brother Duyi, it's not what you think."

Sima's only pair of cold eyes reflected the slender woman in front of him, and his cold face became soft unconsciously.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Li Xueyou raised her head, looked into his eyes, and responded.

Sima Du nodded.

Around, Wu Peiliang and other onlookers showed a little disappointment on their faces.

Li Xueyou breathed a sigh of relief.

Sima Duyi didn't go to see Zhao Rong again, but acted as if nothing happened.

He looked down at Li Xueyou, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he was about to speak again, but suddenly someone made a sound.

"Senior Brother Sima Duyi, I have just announced the official start of class. It is fine for you to break in suddenly just now. I don't care about it. But now, if there is nothing serious, please leave the willful class first. , what gossip you have with Ms. Li, you can talk about it after class."

The man's words were clear and clear, and his voice echoed in the lobby.

The voice fell behind, and the atmosphere in the reckless hall suddenly quieted down.

Sima Duyi swallowed what he was about to say, the arc of his mouth slowly flattened, disappeared without a trace, and raised his head.

Wu Peiliang and other willful students, before they had time to put away their disappointed expressions, were stunned and looked towards the podium in disbelief.

Li Xueyou opened her almond eyes, as if she suspected that she had heard it wrong, she suddenly turned her head and looked at that person.

I saw Zhao Rong with his sleeves folded, standing tall and straight on the side of the podium near the gate.

He was looking at the audience with a calm expression, and greeted the gazes cast by him one after another.

There was no wavering in his eyes.

For the others, Zhao Rong's eyes were swept away under his thick eyebrows, and his eyes stayed on the famous Lin Lu's reading seed.

Sima Duyi narrowed his cold eyes and stared at Zhao Rong motionlessly.

The atmosphere returned to the tension just now.

Li Xueyou kicked her feet secretly and opened her mouth to speak, but someone had already spoken first.

It wasn't the two people who were the focus of the audience, but... Wu Peiliang.

energetic.

"Senior Brother Sima, I made you laugh."

Wu Peiliang got up and sighed.

"Senior brother, don't be angry. You are the top student of our academy. There is no need to get angry about some unworthy people, small people, and small things. This will lower your grade instead."

Sima Duyi still looked at Zhao Rong coldly, without speaking.

Wu Peiliang smiled sincerely at him and said:

"Besides, senior brother, this is actually a family affair of ours, a certain person really thinks of himself as a teacher.

Well, it's okay to be like this in front of us, after all, the first commandment of our Mochi Academy is to respect teachers, even for small teaching assistants.

However, the newly appointed Mr. Zhao in our school seems to be a little carried away, thinking that the status of a mere teaching assistant can also be useful to a reading seed like you, senior brother, and playing prestige indiscriminately. "

Wu Peiliang glanced at Zhao Rong who was looking at him with a half-smile, gritted his teeth secretly, but the smile remained the same.

He shook his head and sighed.

"Hey..."Family ugliness" is publicized, Wu and other students are very guilty. Brother Sima, don't get angry anymore, you have the same experience as him, um, Senior Yu doesn't care, so let me take care of it!"

Wu Peiliang, who used to look a bit feminine, now held his head high, with his hands behind his back, his face was upright and awe-inspiring.

Yu Huaijin, who had been looking down with his arms down, suddenly said: "Brother Wu, be careful with your words."

Wu Peiliang shook his head.

"Senior Yu, you just follow the rules too much. It's unacceptable to be so serious and rigid. You listen to everyone... Does he really think of him as a gentleman? This time, he directly clashed with senior brother and caused trouble for us."

Sima was the only one who heard the words and was silent for a while.

He looked away and looked at Wu Peiliang, who was smiling brightly, but remained silent.

But Wu Peiliang smiled secretly, knowing that it was a kind of acquiescence.

He took a step forward, passed Sima Duyi and Li Xueyou, and stood not far from the podium, with his hands behind his back, staring at Zhao Rong.

on the podium.

Zhao Rong just enjoyed the performance of 'Pei Niang' with great interest.

At this moment, facing Wu Peiliang who is coming out again.

He nodded slightly.

It seems that Brother Wu has grown up again in the struggles again and again, and just now he didn't directly stand up like before, but first pointed out the yin and yang, pointing fingers and scolding Huai.

Then he got a promise from Sima Duyi and took over the right to speak.

In the end, just as it is now, standing in the audience, taking advantage of Sima Duyi, a detached reading seed, and Zhao Rong, the teaching assistant of the book art class who could suppress him before, face the toughness.

To disgrace him.

If you know how to take advantage of the situation, you will have two brushes.

There was some admiration in Zhao Rong's eyes.

Wu Peiliang in the audience felt a little angry when he saw someone's calm appearance.

Hey, hey, what the hell is that look of admiring me?

Can you be more serious in this kind of situation where you want to make a certain party unable to step down?

Wu Peiliang snorted coldly.

"Mr. Zhao is ignorant and doesn't know the identity of Senior Brother Sima?"

Zhao Rong thought for a while, "Study seeds? Is there any more, maybe this brother is the designated next mountain chief."

Wu Peiliang opened his mouth, but he still didn't go to flatter him.

"The old man Shanzhang is fine, why should he decide on his successor so early, don't talk nonsense."

He squinted at Zhao Rong and said, "Then Mr. Zhao made a mistake because of his insanity, your own identity."

When Zhao Rong heard this, his face showed a thoughtful look, and he thought about it.

"No, I'm now the teaching assistant of the book art class of the willful class..."

He muttered, looking around the lobby, his eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one, and finally returned to Wu Peiliang's serious face.

"No, it's clear."

Zhao Rong shook his head, a little bored.

"So Brother Wu, what exactly do you want to say, don't be a joke, if it's still an irrelevant question, then don't talk about it, go back to your little bench and sit down, I have to go to class.

Also, that senior brother Sima Duyi, don’t stand there anymore, go out quickly, you can stand outside as you like, but in the classroom of this Mochi Academy, it doesn’t matter if you are a reading seed or what kind of seed, magnetic seed will not work ...

Cough, I mean, even if the head of the academy is here, it won't work, let alone you seeds?In class, Mr. Max. "

Zhao Rong spoke clearly and slowly.

Under the stage, everyone looked at each other.

Li Xueyou stared blankly at the "Mr. Zhao" with a calm expression and a slow speech on the stage.

In her impression of these days, this man never seemed to be in a hurry.

Even in the face of any kind of provocation and nonsense in class, such as now, he still has this elegant and plain appearance.

Somewhat like Teacher Qi and her father.

Li Xueyou remembered that she had asked them curiously before.

Why is it so calm when encountering troubles and dangers? Is it a fake?
Teacher Qi said, no matter whether you are pretending or not, even if you are slaughtered on the chessboard, you still have to raise your head and smile and praise your opponent for doing a good job, and you are not allowed to cry, there is no reason.

And her father said with a smile, don't you think it's interesting to encounter these troubles, the more trouble the better, the old man is afraid that it will not be enough trouble and not enough fun.

However, Li Xueyou knew that when facing someone in the family who liked to wear purple clothes, his father would take those words back...

In the past, Li Xueyou actually had the same thoughts as those students, thinking that this new student was perfunctory by taking them out to play after taking Mr. Zhu's place in the class.

But after receiving the corrected book art homework, I gradually no longer feel this way.

Although Zhao Rong's long-winded comments were sometimes harsh and fierce, Li Xueyou read them seriously.

At the beginning, he wrote the words carefully, but he picked them out one by one, criticized them one by one, and even left no room for them, whipping the words to pieces, even her temper was very angry.

Thinking of never handing him a blanket next time.

However, when she held back her grievances and honestly followed his advice and instructions, she felt that she had seen a different world.

Words can still be written like that.

Also, Mr. Zhao is so meticulous... He even took care of these details.

And sometimes, Li Xueyou saw someone's elegant handwriting on the homework handed out after correction, followed by thousands of words of comments written like dragons and snakes.

They all blushed a little, wondering if they were treated specially by him.

These correction suggestions are much more written than the homework she handed in, and they are all written in small letters one stroke at a time, not cursive script that is difficult to read with one stroke.

As a result, the little girl ran to take a look at the homework of her friend Xiao Hongyu, and found that everyone was the same.

There were even more comments on Xiao Hongyu's homework, but my friends didn't seem to read them carefully, just glanced at the homework scores and good and bad comments, and then sighed and threw them aside...

Li Xueyou blushed even more, and spat lightly.

So later, she believed that Mr. Zhao, who was a little subtle, was really serious about teaching them.

So Li Xueyou also studied seriously, whether it was homework in class or after class.

Gradually, in his homework, his vermilion pen and red words gradually became less and less, and he even praised her a few words in the last homework.

Therefore, Li Xueyou put in more effort to write the thousand words for 'Yong' last night.

Then there was the sore right wrist this morning, which was rubbed red, and was misunderstood by the only brother, who almost got into a fight and caused trouble for Mr. Zhao.

But now this situation...

In the whimsical school.

Zhao Rong's flat voice of "it doesn't matter what kind of seed you are" and "Mr. is the biggest" echoed.

Li Xueyou suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly looked at Sima Duo...

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