i have a sword fairy

Chapter 674: A Good Fighter Has No Outstanding Achievement
Before Zhao Rong went down the mountain, he made a bet with Wu Peiliang in public.

It was Zhao Rong who took the initiative to conclude the bet on the total score of the exam.

If he loses, he will give Wu Peiliang the position of assistant teacher in the book art class, who can often get close to a certain Mr. Zhu, and also give Wu Peiliang the well water from Zhengguan Well.

And if Zhao Rong wins, Wu Peiliang will admit his mistake convincingly, and punish him by copying the word "正" with his own hands, and then bring his own bookboy over to show Zhao Rong. This actually has the nature of being insulted, because this is Admitted that Shutong's handwriting is indeed better than Wu Pei's...

Someone who went to bed during the exam in the morning and left in the afternoon made this bet, in the eyes of most willful students, a winner.

At this time, Yu Huaijin spoke up on his own initiative.

But Zhao Rong didn't expect it.

No one else expected that Senior Yu would take the initiative to speak.

But right now.

She's really gone...

At this time, seeing Zhao Rong and the two remained motionless, Yu Huaijin's tone became more serious:
"Brother Ziyu, brother Peiliang?"

All eyes were on the two of them.

Wu Peiliang came to the stage with a smile.

Zhao Rong still didn't move, looking at the prim girl on the podium pursing her lips.

The latter also looked over.

"Ziyu, why don't you go up." Fan Yushu suggested in a low voice.

Zhao Rong was silent for a while, and then remembered the scene where Yu Huaijin gave him serious tuition at noon.

Under the eyes of the audience, he stood up gently and stepped forward.

Zhao Rong and Wu Peiliang came to the podium together.

Yu Huaijin turned her head first, and said to Wu Peiliang, "Brother Peiliang is proud and self-satisfied and provoked his classmates. Brother Peiliang first apologizes to Brother Ziyu."

Wu Peiliang: "I..."

Han Wenfu suddenly said: "Brother Wu, don't be too impulsive, Huaijin might have misunderstood you?"

He shook his head and sighed, "You guys, I always don't let her worry. I also manage a school, and because of this, I admire Huai Jin's ability to manage the school in an orderly manner. The other seniors in the school all sighed when they talked about Huai Jin, but in the face of this kind of conflict between siblings and classmates in the school, it would be a headache for everyone. You guys, let Huai Jin do the work for you every day, enjoy I live in a comfortable learning environment, but I can't put myself in the shoes of your seniors to experience the difficulties of your seniors, eh."

Wu Peiliang and some students blushed when they heard this.

Wu Peiliang calmed down, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Senior Yu, I didn't disrespect you, and everyone admired you too... OK, Senior Han is right, let me apologize first."

After the words fell, he turned around and cupped his hands perfunctorily towards Zhao Rong, and said in a blunt and polite tone:

"How offending, Your Excellency has a lot. The previous bet, um, it all depends on the arrangement of Senior Yu and Xuezi Han, so let's...cancel it, hey."

In the last sentence, Wu Peiliang's tone was full of regret and reluctance. Squeezing out this sentence, it seemed as if he was giving away what he had already got to Zhao Rong.

After finishing speaking, he didn't even look at Zhao Rong, and turned away with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, Yu Huaijin frowned, and wanted to speak again, but Han Wenfu made a haha ​​first, nodded and praised Wu Peiliang, and then turned his head for Yu Huaijin first, and smiled at Zhao Rong. road:

"Brother Zhao, right? You have heard what I just said. It is not easy for Huaijin to manage you students. Please forgive me. Brother Peiliang also apologized to you first. Let this matter stop here. You I also apologize to brother Peiliang, I can't slap a slap, and both parties apologize, and the childish bet is canceled."

Zhao Rong didn't look at him, looked at Yu Huaijin, and shook his head, "I'm not wrong, why apologize, and I don't need him to apologize to me, but I will give you your face, you can cancel this bet, but That's all."

Then, he asked back: "Also, Brother Yu, will he appreciate your helping him like this?"

After suddenly uttering a sentence without beginning or end, Zhao Rong stopped talking and went directly to the podium, preparing to give a lecture.

Everyone was confused by the last sentence.

After being brushed off in public, Han Wenfu smiled as if he didn't care at all, shrugged his shoulders at the students who were looking at him, and sighed softly with a smile.

Wu Peiliang and other students admired him more and more, but at the same time felt resentful for him.

"Yo, you're being so good when you get cheap, Senior Han, Senior Yu, why are you helping him? Kindly treat him like a donkey's liver and lungs!"

Wu Peiliang dismissed it, flung his sleeves and returned to his seat.

Yu Huaijin turned her head to look at Zhao Rong's back on the podium, without saying a word.

Zhao Rong turned around and started lecturing.

The applause that should have been heard from the audience as usual was very little.

Less than half of the students clapped politely, um, brother Yushu's slap was the loudest.

Yu Huaijin turned to look at the students, and the applause became sparse and dense.

Yu Huaijin was silent, she still didn't understand why it happened like this.

Zhao Rong's lectures were the same as in the past, focusing on the eight methods of Yongzi, teaching them Taoism, not art, and did not specifically bet on what Zhu Yourong would be tested.

However, at least half of the people under the podium are doing their own things, reviewing their own, just like some people in Zhao Rong's previous life studied mathematics in English class and English in mathematics class.

Zhao Rong took it for granted, and after finishing speaking to Li Xueyou, Jia Tengying and other students in the audience, he took the teaching aids and left the stage easily, without bothering to say hello.

So, it wasn't until Zhao Rong returned to his seat that the old smile blamed Han Wenfu on the stage, and most of the students in the audience reacted and changed.

Then there was a burst of warm applause that Zhao Rong had never enjoyed when he came to the stage, which almost toppled the roof.

Han Wenfu pressed his palm helplessly in the air, and the applause gradually became smaller.

He said a few warm-up jokes, which caused a burst of laughter from the audience, and his popularity was almost comparable to that of 'Tanghua' Xueyou brother.

In the back row, Fan Yushu approached Zhao Rong, "Ziyu, you were too rigid just now."

Zhao Rong asked back: "Can you applaud a little less next time?"

Fan Yushu patted him on the shoulder, "Ziyu, this bet is finally cancelled, I think you should go and thank Senior Yu later."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "It's not me who should thank her, but Wu Peiliang."

Fan Yushu took it for granted, and continued to speak earnestly: "Ziyu, listen to my brother's advice. Just now there were so many people on stage, I can understand you, but later in private, you should go thank Senior Yu, she is taking sides this time. You, everyone can actually see it."

Fan Yushu nodded and said with emotion: "Well, the cucumbers you gave Ziyu on weekdays are quite useful. I'll try it next time and see if I can make up some lessons."

Zhao Rong smiled and ignored him.

Zhao Rong calmed down and began to listen carefully for a while to the lecture of the monastery senior who was well-known for his poetry and prose talent in the academy.

After a while, he showed some disappointment and shook his head.

Apart from beautiful words, there are not many dry goods.

But because of this, the atmosphere on the court was much more active than when Zhao Rong was giving lectures. After all, who doesn't like beautiful and funny words, it is obviously more interesting than serious classroom lectures.

Zhao Rong in the back row packed up his books, got up and left from behind.

"Ziyu, why are you going?" Fan Yushu asked.

"I'm making up for the willful class, and I have to go to make up for the justice class. As the teaching assistant of the two classes of calligraphy, you can't favor one over the other." Zhao Rong, who didn't want to waste time, gave a polite salute to Senior Yu in the front row, and then didn't look back. through the back door.

In the school, except Yu Huaijin and Li Xueyou, no one seemed to notice it, or no one cared.

Yu Huaijin thought for a while, and followed out silently.

Han Wenfu, who was lecturing confidently on the podium, the smile that was always hanging on the corner of his mouth fell back a little, and he looked sideways frequently.

……

Yu Huaijin caught up with Zhao Rong.

"Brother Ziyu, where are you going?"

"Go to the Hall of Justice and have a look. After all, Mr. Zhu also entrusted the calligraphy class of the Hall of Justice to my subordinates, so you can't be partial."

Yu Huaijin suddenly said: "You are dissatisfied with what I did just now." She stated her tone.

Zhao Rong smiled, "Except for dissatisfaction, I am quite satisfied with everything else."

"Sorry, I should have told you in advance before I called you here tonight."

"maybe."

"Tell me, why is this?"

"what why."

"Why have you been in the school for so long, and you still don't abide by the etiquette of the candid hall, love and humility, brotherhood and unity, are these difficult?"

"It's not difficult."

"Then why..."

"Keeping your own etiquette is not difficult, what is difficult is getting others to follow your etiquette."

Zhao Rong turned his head and asked, "What do you think, the most holy master is the one who has the courtesy or the fist."

Yu Huaijin was silent for a while, "The etiquette is great, the etiquette is in the heart, and the fist is outside the heart. The etiquette in the heart of the most holy teacher is high enough to stand upright, and far away to be boundless."

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Yu Huaijin frowned, "Could it be that the fist is bigger?"

Zhao Rong still shook his head.

He said: "The same size. In the hearts of the world, as big as the fist of the most holy teacher, the gift is as big as it is."

Yu Huaijin pursed her lips, "Can't courtesy come from the heart? Is it conscience, is it inherent goodness?"

"Maybe, maybe not, but it depends on the person." He glanced at her, "For example, you."

The girl who was indoctrinated with etiquette since she was a child asked, "What about you?"

"us?"

Zhao Rong chuckled, left a word, then turned and left:

"Fists are always the basis for maintaining etiquette, so today they listen to you."

Yu Huaijin couldn't help asking: "Then why didn't you listen to me?"

With his back to her, Zhao Rong shook his fist behind his shoulder, but did not speak.

……

(End of this chapter)