i have a sword fairy

Chapter 572 Zhu Yourong: Blown by the Cold Wind for You and Me (Refresh on the catalog page, or re-add to the bookshelf)
Zhao Rong actually wanted to refuse.

Because the atmosphere between Zhu Yourong and Qingjun Qian'er was a bit wrong.

His desire to survive has always been strong.

but……

Zhu Yourong and I seem to have nothing to do.

We are teachers and students in the classroom of the academy, and we are confidants and friends outside the classroom, and get along with each other in a straightforward manner.

They are all very serious, just occasionally making jokes among friends in private.

No flirting, no secret love, no collusion, and no temptation from Mr. Zhu to teach...

Nothing.

Even in Xia Chong Zhai not long ago, it was Zhu Yourong who helped cover up and protected a certain little fox demon for him.

In the previous life, she was a good girlfriend and brother.

Neither party has the tendency and action to actively break through a certain level of relationship.

At least in Zhao Rong's impression, he had never done anything with Zhu Yourong.

Because Zhao Rong never had the idea of ​​asking the jockey to destroy his ancestors since he entered the academy.

As for whether Zhu Yourong has the idea of ​​preaching to him to solve his doubts, Zhao Rong is not a roundworm in her stomach, so he knows everything about Zhu Yourong's thoughts.

However, he really didn't see the signs before, well, he didn't, because those who take the teacher-student relationship too closely and seriously will regard Mr. Zhu's closeness to him as a scourge, and think in that direction.

That's right, the roll call is you, Yu Huaijin, and you, Jingzi.

But Zhao Rong thinks it's quite normal, why do you have to be strict?
in short.

Is there a teacher-student friendship that is purer than this?
Zhao Rong couldn't help but fell into deep thought...

"So what is this young master afraid of? What's there to be sneaky about? Isn't it okay to meet upright?" After thinking through these, he had a new understanding of his innocence.

After a while, he suddenly nodded, "Oh, I still have to avoid suspicion, I may not care, but Qing Jun and Qian'er may... definitely care, I have to care about their thoughts."

Zhao Rong sighed, and immediately faltered.

"Let's see each other, everyone is here... What if there is something important?"

At this moment, he muttered something, and glanced at Li Bai who was waiting for his response in the big tent.

The man with the sword in his arms said solemnly, "Should we raise the curtain or lower it?"

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized that Uncle Bai was referring to the roller blind at the door of the big tent, and he was standing outside the door.

Whether the roller blind is lowered or pulled up is very particular.

Hey, Uncle Xiaobai is very thoughtful, hey, they are all men, or he understands me and knows how to help me...

Zhao Rong glanced at Li Bai with some emotion, and under the gaze of the man holding the sword, he said nonchalantly:
"It's quite hot in the tent, so let's pull it up, besides, something happened just now... I can see the stalwart figure of Uncle Bai at the door, I am at ease!"

Li Bai nodded, "Medium."

Zhao Rong said gratefully, "Thank you, Uncle Bai."

Li Bai waved his hands, leaving behind an unrestrained and unrestrained master's back, and went out.

I misunderstood Uncle Xiaobai in the past. He actually understands everything and has seen the world clearly. Unlike me, he is still trapped in this world of mortals, and he is still rolling...

Zhao Rong sighed, and then took advantage of the gap between Li Bai's going out to lead people, and hurried to the back, and added a Confucian shirt to cover his body, making it thicker.

The shutter at the door was opened, and a beautiful figure in a snow-white Confucian shirt entered the tent.

The man holding the sword did not put down the curtain, he stood guard at the door.

Zhao Rong poured Zhu Yourong a cup of hot tea, "Why did Mr. Zhu come back so soon?"

He smiled and passed the tea.

Then Zhu Yourong didn't answer, she didn't even approach the Eight Immortals table where Zhao Rong was.

Instead, it stopped near the door, and had no intention of continuing to approach Zhao Rong.

The two are ten steps apart.

Well, I did fulfill a certain man's wish, so I avoided suspicion.

Zhu Yourong turned sideways to him slightly, raised her hands, stared at the carpet beside her, her face expressionless.

Zhao Rong withdrew the awkward hand that offered the tea without moving his expression.

He kept his smile on his face, got up immediately, walked forward, holding a hot teacup in both hands, and wanted to hand it over to him.

"Mr. Zhu, don't stand there. It's too far away. It's cold at the door. The stove is inside. It's warm inside. Come in and sit down..."

Zhu Yourong turned her head, and interrupted with a puzzled expression: "Isn't the coldness at the door because the roller blinds are drawn? Does it have much to do with the distance from the stove?"

She turned her head, looked at the hall casually, and said lightly, "Is there any difference between the inside of the station and the entrance of the station? Doesn't the cold wind at the entrance still have to blow in?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

Damn, Mr. Zhu, something is wrong with you!
Zhu Yourong smiled at this moment, without moving her body, "I'd better stand at the door, it's better to be cold alone than two people, Mr. Zhao will protect you from the wind, as long as you don't get cold, sir, I'm in good health, I'm fine. "

Zhao Rong: "???"

This unexpected and strange topic made Zhao Rong lean back slightly.

Is it because my reading comprehension has improved, or Mr. Zhu, your question is too simple... Is that what you mean?

Zhao Rong quickly straightened his face, "Mr. Zhu is right! No, I mean what you said earlier, sir, is very philosophical."

After waving his hands, he quickly ran to the shutter at the door with hot tea in both hands, and 'complained' as he walked:

"Really, Uncle Xiaobai doesn't even know how to put down the roller blind? Even if the guests come in."

Li Bai: "..."

Zhao Rong turned his back to Zhu Yourong, and blinked at the man holding the sword who turned back mournfully at the door, and then he quickly lowered the roller blind, shutting the blamed Li Bai outside.

Li Bai rubbed his chin, and sighed that he is indeed Zhao Xiaozi, who is so proficient in throwing the pot away, and he did not hesitate to sacrifice Uncle Bai.

But the man is not a vegetarian. Fortunately, he has long since turned to the light, and has just notified the young lady and Xiaoqian'er in advance.

After all, if there are guests at home, you have to notify the hostesses to pick them up, right?The tradition of the old Zhao family has always been excellent.

Li Bai glanced at the closed curtain behind him, and nodded...

How did Zhao Rong know that Uncle Bai had already backstabbed him in advance - as long as I backstab fast, no one can backstab me?

With some guilt towards Uncle Bai, he turned around, and...

"This little uncle Bai is too ignorant." Zhao Rong shook his head, held hot tea, looked at Zhu Yourong's complexion, and explained: "But he is the family's enshrinement, and he is only responsible for eating...no...he is only responsible for fighting with force. I've never done this job of guarding the gate before... so Mr. Zhu doesn't have to worry about it."

Zhu Yourong was noncommittal, but said softly, "There is a second-rank martial artist who is enshrined in the family and can honestly guard the door. Mr. Zhao is indeed very popular, and the background of the lady's family is also unfathomable."

"I just found out about Uncle Bai, and I will ask Qing Jun later... Hey, I didn't expect that half of the bullshit he told me when I was young was true, and he was really a master..."

As for the other half, split Wangque Island with a sword?Why don't you go to heaven?
Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and shook his head, avoiding the topic, and turned his face to say:

"Also, Mr. Zhao is older than Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao is short, Yourong, what are you talking about, I haven't seen you for a few days, so you are so born?"

Zhu Yourong didn't answer, but looked at him calmly.

He sighed helplessly again, and shrugged his shoulders: "Besides, didn't we agree before that in private, we should be regarded as fellow Taoists of the same generation?"

Zhu Yourong nodded lightly, "Oh, I did say that, so now..."

She looked around, then at the closed curtain at the door, and had some doubts, "Then we are in private now?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

I beg you, don't do this, it's tiring to speak in the same way as reading comprehension...

Every sentence has to think about whether it is a pun.

Zhu Yourong looked at her with the usual light in her eyes.

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and nodded, "Forget it!"

Letting down the curtain makes it private.

Seeing him admitting, Zhu Yourong, who was covered in snow, nodded slightly.

"Okay. Tzuyu."

Hearing the familiar title, Zhao Rong heaved a sigh of relief, handed over the 'hot' teacup with a bit of a dog's leg, and said with a relaxed smile:

"Come on, Yourong, it's getting colder, and it's just right to have a cup of hot tea at night... Hey, I'm a little nostalgic. I used to go to Yourong's Yilanxuan in the academy every week to drink well water tea. It's still your craft. it is good."

He sighed with emotion, and said with a smile: "But today, come and taste the tea I made."

Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong, and smiled slightly, with a refined and gentle demeanor.

It was as if he had returned to the intimate lady who made tea for him elegantly in the early morning.

Just when Zhao Rong was relieved, Zhu Yourong didn't raise his hand, but looked at him, smiled apologetically and said politely:
"I'm sorry, Ziyu, I'm a bit of a clean freak, and I'm not used to drinking cups that other people have used." It seemed to mean something.

"???" Someone froze.

Zhao Rong: (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻

(flip table)
Zhu Yourong, you are talking to death.

　Woke up in the morning and rushed to the experimental class, and fell again while riding an electric scooter... Xiaorong will never ride an electric scooter on rainy days again! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)