i have a sword fairy

Chapter 317 Passive face slaps are boring, I like to take the initiative to ride the face
The sun is rising at the beginning of the day, and the corridor of the Mochi Academy.

Zhao Rong was dressed in a student's green skirt, with his sleeves folded, walking quietly among the crowd.

In the ears, the conversations of the surrounding Mochi students came one after another.

He was silent.

In today's Mochi Academy, almost everyone is discussing the grand examination of etiquette and arts.

As the first art assessment of each mid-month exam, it is cumbersome and time-consuming, and always receives the most attention.

And for a big exam, the performance of the first exam will always have a great impact on the next few exams.

Most of the Mochi students also have a deep understanding.

Therefore, in this grand examination of etiquette and arts, the assessment set up by Meng Zhengjun at Dali at the foot of the mountain became the most important point of their discussion.

Gein's experience in the past few major exams shows that.

Leaving aside whether you are tired or not, the assessment for going out is slightly better in terms of difficulty.

Not to mention that it is very different from the difficulty of the assessment in the academy, which is embarrassing, but it is also a real hard job.

No one wants to be assigned to this.

However, the students who talked about it in the corridor didn't have much worry.

Because I heard that there are not many places sent to Dali this time, and...

It seems that some people are almost selected by default, and there is a certain range of who to choose.

Well, at least most of the students in the academy vaguely guessed so.

For example, Zhengyitang, which was criticized by Meng Zhengjun a few days ago.

For example, some thorny students in Chongzhi Hall and Guangye Hall.

Another example... a certain student in the willful hall is actually a student surnamed Zhao who is often written in the book as a son-in-law, and so on.

It has been a long time since the Mochi Academy opened.

Regarding the advantages and disadvantages among schools and even among students, most of the students in each school in the academy already have a spectrum in their minds.

At this time, it runs through the academy and connects to the lakeside promenade of the six halls.

The "a certain student surnamed Zhao" that everyone said was walking towards the Zhixing Hall, while silently listening to these few words in their ears.

Facing the strange gazes cast from time to time around him, his expression remained the same, even his lips moved slightly.

Seems to be talking to himself.

A student who also belonged to the Willful Hall deliberately pricked up his ears to listen when he passed by this student named 'Zhao Ziyu'.

It was discovered that he was actually reciting the "Li" in the Thirteenth Confucian Classics.

After completing the recitation task assigned this morning, Zhao Rong raised his hand and yawned.

His eyelids shrugged slightly.

It's not too sleepy, but it's rare to sleep too full.

Zhao Rong's face was calm and sleepy, and he turned his head to look at the weird eyes of these boring students beside him.

He nodded and stepped into the whimsical hall.

……

The first class in the straightforward classroom is the classics and righteousness class.

According to past practice, after the first class, Meng Zhengjun would probably gather all the students from the six classes of the academy to gather in the open space in front of the auditorium.

Announce this mid-month exam.

Among them is the distribution of etiquette assessment that everyone is most concerned about.

At this time, the bells in the distant mountains and forests rang, resounding through the Mochi Academy.

In the reckless classroom, the first class of scriptures and righteousness is over.

In the quiet lobby, there was a commotion quickly.

However, most of the students in the willful hall did not go out to relax.

Instead, many people went to the front of the school to ask Mr. Jingyi, who was packing up the books and about to leave.

The big exam is coming soon.

Among the seven arts of Confucianism, Jing Yi Yi and Poetry and Fu Art are both major arts, and the points of each are twice that of minor arts.

It is the most important thing, and there is no room for carelessness.

In the back row of the lobby, Zhao Rong, who buried his head in the classics, looked up at the familiar figure surrounded by students on the podium.

It was a white-haired old man in a long gown.

Zhao Rong knew it.

When he first came to Duyou City, when he was waiting for an opportunity outside the academy, he met once.

Even at that time, Zhao Rong was almost recommended to the academy by the old man in long gown.

The old man's surname is Gu, and he is honored as Mr. Gu by the students of the Willful School.

Lectures on Confucianism and Art.

Moreover, Zhao Rong also knew that Mr. Yan had a very good relationship with this Mr. Gu while following the classics, righteousness, Confucianism and Taoism.

However, even so.

Mr. Gu didn't seem to have much impression of Zhao Rong. When he recognized him before, the old man just nodded slightly.

Zhao Rong understood.

It looks like what he and Mr. Yan said when they talked that day in the Fenglin Courtyard of Taiqing Mansion.

Mr. Yan did not mention Zhao Rong in front of too many people.

He didn't ask his old friend to give Zhao Rong any special treatment, um, maybe he didn't say anything at all.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and continued to flip through the book.

Not long after, Mr. Gu left with a smile, and the students surrounding the podium began to disperse.

It's just that a large number of them didn't disperse immediately, but stopped in place and discussed in a low voice for a while.

Among this group of people, the leader is Wu Peiliang.

He and some friends have just asked Mr. Gu for advice on the scriptures.

At this time, Wu Peiliang took the time to do something that he had discussed with his friends and classmates while everyone was there.

He whispered a few words with the students beside him. At the same time, he rolled his eyes and glanced at a quiet student in the back row of the lobby.

Not long after, many students gathered around Wu Peiliang who came with tacit understanding.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his somewhat feminine face became more and more feminine.

Wu Peiliang looked around, but couldn't find Senior Yu. Just after class, Meng Zhengjun sent someone to call her, but she hadn't returned yet.

Immediately, Wu Peiliang suddenly showed a smile, and walked towards Zhao Rong with the classmates who came to help.

The front row of the school.

Jia Tengying, who was buried in his book, glanced worriedly towards the back row.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and flipped through the book, as if he didn't notice the abnormality in the school.

Well, although before going out in the morning, Jia Tengying stopped him on purpose and reminded him of some things.

Wu Peiliang brought a group of students to Zhao Rong's desk.

Zhao Rong said without raising his eyelids: "Brother Wu, have you copied it two hundred times?"

Wu Peiliang looked normal, nodded slightly, reached out and took out a large stack of paper manuscripts from his sleeve, and threw them on Zhao Rong's desk.

He said as if nothing had happened, "Mr. Zhao check..."

Wu Peiliang wanted to say more, but suddenly choked up.

Because I saw Zhao Rong at the back of the desk, after flipping through another page of the book, Youyou closed the book, picked up the stack of "paper manuscripts he was punished to copy" and glanced at it.

next second.

Zhao Rong got up suddenly, and walked to the sundries in the lobby with a calm expression.

He didn't even look at this non-compliant 'multiplayer sport', just tossed it...thrown away.

"........."

Wu Peiliang's expression froze slightly, and he narrowed his eyes slowly.

Behind him, most of the willful students looked at each other, their faces gradually becoming ugly...

Zhao Rong folded his sleeves and stood quietly opposite the students.

His eyes swept over everyone's expressions one by one, without falling on any one, and finally his sword-like eyes fell on Wu Peiliang's face who was about to be eccentric again.

Zhao Rong shrugged and raised his eyelids, he was too lazy to wait passively any more. Your words and my words intensified the conflict, and in the next second, he opened his mouth directly...

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PS: Thank you brothers for your concern, thank you!

Uh, by the way, the brothers also taught Xiao Rong a new term—mature author (there are manuscripts on file)

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