i have a sword fairy

Chapter 665 Reassuring Zhao Ziyu ([-] words)
Back at the dormitory, Zhao Rong extinguished Fan Yushu's temptation to eat food in time, and drove him back to the yard.

Zhao Rong returned to Dongli Xiaozhu and found that Jia Tengying hadn't come back yet. He probably brought dry food out in the morning and didn't come back to eat at noon. He was hiding somewhere to study for the exam.

But it's normal, this kid is old.

So Zhao Rong resolutely went to the field and stole two cucumbers from him, new ones, and went to the back kitchen to cook, adding another dish at noon...

Because his hungry stomach was protesting, Zhao Rong didn't want to make any fuss, so he grabbed a knife to cut the dough and made a big pot of sliced ​​noodles. The noodles were thick in the middle and thin on both sides, shaped like willow leaves. Juice, with a sound of "Zla", the aroma in the kitchen is overflowing...

Fearing that it would be too greasy, I washed two cucumbers, made a sauce with it, and made a bowl of cucumbers, which was refreshing and greasy.

After cooking the sliced ​​noodles, Zhao Rong couldn't wait any longer, so he picked up the pot directly.

But before he finished his mouth, he still took a porcelain bowl from the cabinet, filled an extra bowl of noodles, and put it on the stove.

Then Zhao Rong couldn't wait to pick up the pot, squatted on the steps outside the house, and buried his head in eating.

This wave of gobbled it up, and the mouth was full of greasy food. It was really enjoyable. Zhao Rong raised his head and let out a long mouthful of hot air.

"Cool, I haven't been this hungry for a long time..."

He muttered something, picked up a chopstick of cucumber and threw it into his mouth. At this moment, there was a knock on the courtyard door.

Zhao Rong didn't raise his head, and continued to eat the grilled noodles with relish, and mumbled in his mouth: "The door is not locked."

Yu Huaijin held a piano, pushed the door open, and came to the courtyard.

"Two things."

She cuts to the chase.

"Speak." He bowed his head and murmured.

Yu Huaijin stood in front of the Confucian scholar squatting on the steps, and said with a serious look: "This afternoon is the music art test, and I will make up for you at noon."

Zhao Rong's mouth was inhaling hotly, the more he felt like this, the more he wanted to eat.

Unable to speak, he nodded.

Yu Huaijin looked calm, looked down at the top of his head with thick black hair, and continued:
"Come to the school for self-study in the evening, all the students who are self-willed will come, and there will be four exams tomorrow and the next day. I plan to select a few students who have advantages in subjects, and talk about their experience in preparing for the exam in the evening self-study."

Paused.

"Calligraphy, you are the best, you go up to talk at night." She said.

Zhao Rong didn't raise his head, and directly agreed, "Okay."

See two things finished.

He put down the half-eaten pot, got up and went back to the kitchen, and returned with a bowl of steaming sliced ​​noodles and a pair of clean bamboo chopsticks.

With a sound of 'clang', it was placed directly in front of Yu Huaijin, on the expensive piano stand she had just taken out.

Zhao Rong squatted on the steps without any image, and continued to swallow his face.

Yu Huaijin looked at the noodle bowl and chopsticks, then at the Confucian scholar with dry rice who looked like a starving ghost reincarnated, frowned and said, "Why don't you ask me first, do you want it?"

"it's the same."

"There is a difference." She shook her head.

"You're welcome."

"Be polite." Yu Huaijin said stubbornly.

"Then do you want to eat or not?"

"Is there still a choice now?" She asked back, looking at the hot face in front of her.

"Yes, I think there's not enough in the pot." Zhao Rong raised his head and smiled, then took another slice of cucumber with his chopsticks and threw it into his mouth, chewing something crunchy.

"You're really welcome." Yu Huaijin looked at him eating with relish, pursed his lips and said.

Zhao Rong didn't answer, and buried his head in eating the noodles. The knife-shaved noodles poured in hot oil in the big pot had to be swallowed to enjoy it. He picked up a chopstick of cucumber from time to time, which was crisp and refreshing.

After waiting for a while, he realized that the old-fashioned girl Kong in front of him still didn't touch the bowl and chopsticks.

Zhao Rong warmly reminded without raising his head: "Patting cucumbers, the new sauce is different from last time, if I don't put down my chopsticks, I will finish eating it."

Yu Huaijin glanced sideways at Cucumber, hesitated again and again, and reminded, "You can't stop making up lessons."

Her small white hands finally shook out her wide sleeves, and picked up the noodle bowl.

However, she looked at the long and thick sliced ​​noodles, pursed her lips, and did not open her mouth for a long time.

Zhao Rong pretended not to see it, but he did raise his head, and ate bitterly in front of her face.

With the demonstration, Yu Huaijin tried and took a mouthful of noodles, and then, he started to get out of hand... was brought into a strange painting style by someone.

The student wearing a green jacket took the two of them to squat and sit, and the food was delicious.

Sensing her gaze wandering, Zhao Rong pushed the remaining half of the bowl of cucumbers to Yu Huaijin, and gave them all to her.

Yu Huaijin glanced at him, didn't say anything, stretched out his chopsticks and picked it up, and then picked it up again...

After a while, the two worked together to solve all the noodles and cucumbers and started down to business.

It's still the familiar remedial process before the exam, but Yu Huaijin didn't ask Zhao Rong to play those basic repertoires for the last remedial class before the exam. The tunes, she said, were some of the tunes that she guessed that Mr. Si would take the exam.

Xueba betting on the topic, this Zhao Rong is familiar with.

In addition, I don't know if it is the continuation of the tacit understanding of cooking together just now, Zhao Rong is also surprisingly cooperative today, Yu Huaijin can't help but look at him more.

Soon, the make-up class at noon was over, and Yu Huaijin returned with a full load—whether it was the mission of this trip or the stomach.

Before leaving, she also carefully warned:
"For the music art test in the afternoon, after you get the questions, don't rush to play. If you are not sure, think carefully. There is an hour, there is enough time for you to think about it, and try your best to play the music well. Mr. Si's questions are not good enough. It will be too difficult, it must have taught us in the past, as long as you try your best to play, even if the final score is still not satisfactory, I will not blame you..."

"Okay." Zhao Rong listened patiently and nodded with a smile.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Yu Huaijin felt that since he returned from the mountain, the guy in front of him seemed to have changed his temper. He used to show some impatient instructions in his eyes, but now he listened quietly and cooperatively.

If only Fan Yushu could become more sensible like this, she would be able to worry less about school affairs.

Yu Huaijin thought to herself.

But she was always in a good mood before she left.

According to past impressions, although Zhao Rong was quite difficult to deal with, he was quite reassuring in the end about the things he promised, after all, he was more reliable than Fan Yushu.

Sending Yu Huaijin away, Zhao Rong closed the courtyard door and stood quietly in front of the door for a while.

He rubbed his stomach.

His stomach was full, but he was still hungry.

Another level of hunger.

"Now there is another big consumption item. In addition to well water, we must find a source of dragon energy."

Zhao Rong murmured.

"Still hungry... By the way, does the academy still owe me some compensation?"

He suddenly nodded.

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, the music art examination starts on time.

There are ten examination rooms in the Mochi Academy, and all the students are seated.

Zhao Rong sat in the examination room with the second-to-last number in the number row, glanced at the unfamiliar invigilator, and then at the emerald green jade slips half a foot square in front of him.

This is a special jade slip that can be recorded for the school, and at the same time, it acts as a small-scale sound-proof array, so that the sound of the piano played inside will not be heard.

The examination question of Leyi is to play a piece of music, record it, and the teacher who corrects the paper will score according to the completion of the piece and fingering.

In the examination room, all the students are waiting in full battle.

The invigilator handed out the music art test paper.

Zhao Rong received the paper, glanced at the title, and couldn't help laughing.

It is worthy of being the first of the six classes and the teaching assistant of the music and art class, and the enemy is like a god.

Mr. Si posed the test question, and he was indeed suppressed. It was Yu Huaijin, one of the 21 pieces that had been reviewed in the supplementary class, and it was "Chang Qing" in "Nine Lanes".

Zhao Rong runs the "Humble Room Inscription", the dragon carp dives to the vicinity of the warning line, and the evil dragon rushes up crazily...

Zhao Rong's slightly narrowed eyes opened.

In the memory of Yu Huaijin's fingering details when she played each piece at noon, there is even a slight movement of her little finger, which is still fresh in her memory.

Zhao Rong looked calm, opened the emerald green jade slips, and played the piano.

After the simple song, he closed the jade slip and got up to hand in the paper.

On the podium, the invigilator stood up in a daze before his butt was warm, and took the paper and the jade slip.

He looked at the paper that had just been handed out in his hand, and then at the handsome student in front of him who was saluting politely, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The whole examination room was silent.

At this moment, only 3 minutes had passed since the music art exam started.

Zhao Rong ignored the astonished eyes of Li Xueyou and other examinees behind him, and walked out of the Renzihao examination room first.

For a true academic master, any exam actually only needs to be passed once, and redoing and checking is nothing but a waste of time.

Obviously, someone doesn't want to waste time.

After Zhao Rong left the Renzihao examination room, he walked along the only lakeside promenade, passing through the eight examination rooms of Xin, Geng, Ji, E, D, C, B, and A in sequence.

The empty corridor, the slender figure leaving with a bookcase in hand, and the sound of monotonous and empty footsteps.

Unsurprisingly, it attracted the eyes of most of the students in the eight examination rooms.

Yu Huaijin, Fan Yushu, Wu Peiliang, Jia Tengying, Ye Hongyu, Gu Yiwu couldn't help turning their heads to see that familiar figure walking slowly by.

This is... the exam is over?Or are you in a hurry to go to the toilet?But shouldn't he go inside when going to the toilet? Why does he lead the bookcase to the gate?

Everyone whispered, and began to wonder if the time report in the examination room was wrong. Now it is really less than 5 minutes before the start of the examination?

In the front row of the Gengzi examination room, a certain old-fashioned girl who ate a big bowl of thick noodles and crispy cucumbers for lunch twitched her eyelids twice.

It's just that Zhao Rong couldn't see these things, he passed by everyone as if no one else was there, and then left the academy without looking back.

Zhao Rong wanted to hand in the papers 'early' because he was going to find Lao Jijiu to discuss a little compensation for the 'pillars of the academy'.

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