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Chapter 320 A 'Curious Case' Caused by Zhao Rong

Nine steps above.

Meng Zhengjun had just made a movement, and the noisy field was like a duck being strangled by a big hand, and there was no sound in an instant.

"Old rules, I will score such special assessments that are not arranged by the main body, and give appropriate extra points to those who perform well."

After her voice fell.

Zhao Rong saw that none of the students on the field showed excitement or eagerness to try.

Most of them were expressionless, or looked away.

Zhao Rong nodded.

It seems that the Mochi students who participated in this special examination did not do very well in the previous two major examinations.

Meng Zhengjun stood meticulously, giving everyone time to think, and held his hands in silence for a moment.

Seeing that the students under the steps lacked interest.

Her eyes were calm, she still had a serious and serious expression, and she said slowly with a serious look:
"Today, the Auditorium will determine the list of students who will go to the Holy Temple of the Academy or to Dali for this etiquette assessment."

"According to the rules, first respect your choices. Students who want to go to Dali for the assessment can come forward."

In the open space where hundreds of people gathered, there was no sound, only Meng Zhengjun's slightly calm voice echoed.

She nodded and said, "Everyone seize the opportunity, the number of seats is limited, first come, first served."

Mochi students: "..."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, my good fellow, are you a clearance sale at a market and book store?
Grab a fart.

Meng Zhengjun didn't give everyone much time to react.

She stared ahead, as if she didn't notice the reluctance of the students around her.

This serious and serious woman, as if perfunctory reading a manuscript to go through the process, said in a businesslike way:
"According to the rules, at least one person must go to preside over the Dali Fengchan ceremony."

"If no one wants these precious places, then the auditorium will come to choose them. Those who are selected must not refuse without legitimate reasons."

Meng Zhengjun paused, and then his eyes moved.

She lowered her eyes and scanned the Mochi students under the steps from left to right.

Wherever a woman looks.

The Mochi students were either avoiding their eyes or looking left and right.

Or look down.

Or serious and silent.

No one looked at her.

Many students took a step back calmly.

The air on the field froze for a while.

The corner of Gu Yiwu's mouth on the right back couldn't help twitching.

At this moment, he was watching all directions, listening to all directions, and quietly moved back a step with the crowd, using the figures of the students in front of him to cover him.

Gu Yiwu's tall and burly figure, when he turned left to Teng Noka's perspective, he just made him look as light as a swallow.

A strong man with incomparable sensitivity.

Fan Yushu was amazed by this scene, and hurriedly followed.

In the past, Gu Yiwu, who always thought that a tall and mighty man with a thick back and waist was the true and correct way to open up a Confucian scholar, now wishes that he could be a little shorter.

The students of Zhengyi Hall who were close to him also obeyed the old senior's order and kept a low profile one after another, trying not to be seen by Meng Zhengjun.

Well, until the last minute when she calls her name, I really have no other choice, so I will never stand up.

Gu Yiwu found that everyone listened to him very much, and they were wretched and developed.

Alas, for the results of Zhengyi Hall's final exam, he really broke his heart.

Gu Yiwu breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the next second, he turned his eyes and saw that Zhao Rong still had the time to stand in place, looking down at the bent palm that wanted to measure the woman's slender waist from the air.

Gu Yiwu's eyes twitched violently again.

He quickly reached forward with his big hand, grabbed Zhao Rong's wrong hand, and pulled them together to avoid Meng Zhengjun's sight.

Zhao Rong frowned and said in a low voice, "Why are you holding my hand?"

Gu Yiwu lowered his voice and said solemnly: "Brother Ziyu, stop making trouble, this is not a joke, Meng Xue is just going to play for real, don't be too conspicuous, keep a low profile like me. We heroes don't suffer immediate losses."

Zhao Rong looked left and right. On the field, under Meng Zhengjun's inspection, many students dodged.

He turned around, nodded solemnly and said:
"Do you think you won't be spotted if you hide? It's useless, men like me and brother Yiwu, who are as cool as me, are like fireflies in the dark no matter where they are, so bright, so outstanding..."

Gu Yiwu's head was full of black lines.

Zhao Rong changed the subject and said with disgust: "Brother Yiwu, let go of your hands first, it's all sweat."

Gu Yiwu coughed lightly, "All right, you just need to keep a low profile, alas, I don't know who Meng Xuezheng has decided on."

The hands that were held together by the two were released immediately.

Zhao Rong didn't answer.

He ignored it, took out a light yellow handkerchief, and wiped his hands carefully.

This handkerchief was 'forced' to Zhao Rong before Qian'er left last time.

Xiao Qian'er also said with a straight face, remember to wash it after use.

This made him, who was obsessed with reading and practicing, and living a somewhat sloppy life, couldn't help sighing, the little girl really loves to talk about hygiene... Eh, that's what she meant... right?

Yu Huaijin was standing still with her hands up, compared with Meng Zhengjun on the steps, she looked like she was carved out of a small mold.

She has been paying attention to the movements of the students in her school.

At a certain moment, Yu Huaijin's eyes fell on Zhao Rong who was quietly doing something with his head down.

See him honestly.

She nodded slightly, and then went to pay attention to the other willful students.

At this moment, Meng Zhengjun had scanned the audience twice.

Her eyes did not stop for a moment at the positions of Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others, but they all glanced calmly.

Just like what Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong said not long ago.

Meng Zhengjun didn't pay the slightest attention to them who were dodging.

In fact, Meng Zhengjun had already guessed the dull and unresponsive reaction of the Mochi students in the audience.

Right now, this way of doing things is just following the procedures, and by the way, killing the lax atmosphere caused by someone taking the lead in the academy recently.

She didn't expect anyone to come up to her at all.

But it's fine.

Because Meng Zhengjun had already made arrangements.

At this time, on the steps in front of the auditorium.

Seeing the eye-catching green skirts neatly and uniformly below, as silent as a pool of stagnant water, Meng Zhengjun nodded.

"Well, okay."

She lowered her eyes, groped through her sleeve, and immediately pulled out a folded white paper.

Seeing this, most of the Mochi students trembled in their hearts. Is this a mandatory list?
A solemn look suddenly appeared between Gu Yiwu's brows.

He guessed it would be like this, Meng Zhengjun had already arranged the candidates.

Beside him, Zhao Rong was still wiping his hands carefully.

Yu Huaijin stood at the front of the line, with a calm face that hadn't changed for thousands of years.

On the stage, Meng Zhengjun was expressionless and his fingertips were nimble, slowly unfolding the folded white paper with the list written on it.

At the same time, with downcast eyes, she opened her mouth slightly, wanting to speak.

Zhao Rong finally finished wiping his hands. He carefully folded Qian'er's handkerchief and put it away. He raised his head and feet and stepped forward.

"Let's go," he said.

After a slight pause, the crowd in front suddenly parted, like a split stream of water.

In the ears, the noise was getting louder and louder. Zhao Rong kept walking, with a calm expression, pursed his lips, and strode out of the crowded crowd.

Gu Yiwu who was stunned, Yu Huaijin who froze his brows 'broken', Li Xueyou who opened his mouth slightly, students who opened their eyes wide, and so on.

He left them all behind.

Zhao Rong rolled up his clothes and climbed up the steps.

layer.

Two layers.

Three floors...

Out of the corner of his eye, Meng Zhengjun seemed to be frowning and staring at him.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly.

Soon, he leveled the height of the nine steps step by step.

The wind seems to be a little strong in the high open place, and it turns out that autumn is already deep.

Zhao Rong muttered something in his heart, then lowered his head slightly, looked straight into the eyes of Meng Zhengjun who was shorter than him, and raised the corner of his mouth, "I'm going to Dali, the quota for one person is full, there is no need to choose another person."

The whole place was silent.

Everyone was looking at the smiling man on the steps standing under the autumn sun, blocking the autumn wind.

The movements of Meng Zhengjun's hands had already froze, and the folded white paper was only half opened, but it had lost its use at all and was replaced by someone.

In her field of vision just now, a certain man pierced through the crowd like a sharp arrow and stepped onto the stage step by step.

Meng Zhengjun's stern expression, which had not changed for thousands of years, softened a little, showing some suspicion and astonishment.

It's just that he quickly restrained himself for a brief moment, and he couldn't see what kind of emotion it was.

Meng Zhengjun's face was expressionless, his eyes gradually narrowed, and he looked up and down carefully at the man in front of him who dared to stand on the high platform with her.

Well, Zhao Rong is half a head taller than her.

Meng Zhengjun was able to look at him at an angle that made her uncomfortable.

The Qiuyang behind his head was still a little dazzling.

Even so, Meng Zhengjun's eyes did not blink at all.

At this time, she spit out a word.

"you?"

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Well, my servant, Mochi student, Zhao Ziyu. Could it be okay?"

Meng Zhengjun didn't speak for a moment.

Zhao Rong didn't look away, "Just now in the audience, I listened to learn your rules, isn't it just to encourage us to take the initiative to stand up."

He paused, and glanced at Meng Zhengjun. At this moment, he seemed to have lost the sense of coercion he had when he was looking up from the audience just now.

She is the same as Yu Huaijin, very thin, um, just taller.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at the silent and dark Mochi students under the stage, and said in a puzzled tone:
"Could it be that Master Xuezheng's words just now are just to scare us? The person has already been chosen?"

As soon as these words came out, most of the students under the steps subconsciously held their breath.

How dare he say it!
However, many students who were afraid of being selected still let out a long sigh of relief.

Yu Huaijin in the front row was frowning more and more.

Gu Yiwu has gradually recovered from his stupor, and is silent at this moment.

As soon as Zhao Rong finished speaking, the decree lines on Meng Zhengjun's face suddenly gathered and deepened, and even his cheeks twitched slightly.

She stared at Zhao Rong, and said coldly: "You go alone? Of course."

Zhao Rong said softly, "Okay, that's it."

Meng Zhengjun nodded, and squeezed the half-open paper with only three words written on it in his hand, it turned into fine dust and disappeared in the autumn wind.

She immediately turned around, looked around at the Mochi students, and Lang Sheng announced:

"At this time, the etiquette exam is divided into two batches. Except for Zhao Ziyu, everyone stays in the academy's holy temple for regular assessment. Zhao Ziyu, who is led, is sent to Dali to organize the Fengchan ceremony."

This statement came out.

There was some silence below the stage.

Everyone silently looked at the slender figure standing alone on the stage.

Meng Zhengjun looked around, expressionless, and concluded with a coffin: "If there is no objection to the above, then it will happen immediately..."

"That, wait a minute!"

Humane.

Meng Zhengjun choked up his words, frowned and looked around, and saw a simple and burly man bowed apologetically at the right back of the crowd, and then, like Zhao Rong just now, went straight forward, parted the crowd, stepped up the steps step by step, and stood at the Zhao Rong's side.

There was a brief silence on the field.

At this moment, there were three people on the stage.

Gu Yiwu said in a deep voice: "Master Xuezheng, count me in, Justice Hall, Gu Yiwu."

Meng Zhengjun pursed his lips and looked at the two men in front of him.

Zhao Rong frowned, turned his head and glared at Gu Yiwu.

The latter smiled brightly, did not speak, just stretched out his right hand, and gestured in a dignified way:
The five fingers were slightly spread, the palm was bent, and finally, it was pinched in the air.

Zhao Rong: "..."

It's just this strange gesture, but the others on the field were confused, not knowing what the mystery was.

Sign Language?

Why do you feel that this gesture is a bit obscene...

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