i have a sword fairy

Chapter 685 Examination of Papers (V)

"Mr. Meng, good morning." The male gentleman called Brother Su cupped his hands.

"Mr. Meng, good morning." This was the owner of that rough voice.

Meng Zhengjun replied, "Mr. Su Xiao, Mr. Duan Xiao, good morning."

The two gentlemen who came in were both young in appearance, probably less than 30 years old, but they had very different styles and temperaments.

The one walking in front is called Su Changfeng, dressed in a clean white Confucian shirt, with a fair face and a baby face, showing a hint of immaturity of a young man.

He is a teacher of poetry and prose at the Mochi Academy, and he is also here to teach the poetry and prose class in the straightforward hall.

The person who followed him, calling himself a "person who loves sex", was actually a tall and burly man, even bigger than Gu Yiwu, more than nine feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but with a big bald head , I don't know if it was a last resort or intentional.

If it is the latter, it is more convenient, and can save the trouble of wearing a crown every day.

His name is Duan Jiuling, and Zhao Rong and other straightforward students are very familiar with him. He is a master of painting in six schools, and his big shiny bald head is so recognizable.

On weekdays, when all the students walk in the academy, they can find Mr. Duan from a long distance.

The two of them are not the official academy masters at present, but the "Little Mister" of Mochi Academy. They just came to Linlu Academy not long ago, so they can be called "Mr. Quasi".

There are still a few little gentlemen like them in the academy.

It is the reserve of Mr. Shuin.

This is the practice of most Confucian academies. Every few years, young Confucian students from 72 academies will be admitted to the nine continents of the world.

They are either the best among the scholars of their generation, or they are simply the seeds of study born in a certain academy, the proud sons of heaven.

The selection criteria are strict, and the knowledge and cultivation must be far superior to those of the same class.

Even so, you have to start as a 'little gentleman' first, or you can be promoted to the official teacher of the Confucian academy, or you have to endure for decades, or have outstanding achievements and reputations.

This is also the orthodox process followed by most of the current academies.

Meng Zhengjun took such a path.

The Meng family is a famous Confucian family in Wangquezhou. It is a scholarly family. Meng Zhengjun’s root is Zhengmiaohong. He used to be the seed of Linlu Academy. After graduation, he stayed in Linlu Academy in this continent. Along the way, he became Mr. Xuezheng who was in charge of etiquette in the academy.

However, there are exceptions. For example, some non-orthodox academies can make great learning, and the famous Confucians and Confucians who are well-known in Confucian schools in several continents will be respected as masters by Confucian academies even if they are old and have no aura. But after all, only a few.

But there is one exception in Lin Lu Academy right now, and that is Zhu Yourong.

Not long ago, she was hired into the academy at about the same time as Su Changfeng and Duan Jiuling.

However, Zhu Yourong directly skipped the stage of 'Little Mister', and is a real academy gentleman.

There is no other reason.

She is the first-class scholar of Confucianism recorded in the Confucian Temple.

All 72 academies in the world can be adjusted by her, and in which academies she is placed, she will start directly with the academies. Even if her snow-eyed Yuanying does not lack those eyes, in the Confucian academies in Xiaozhou, where Confucianism and Taoism are slightly weaker, she will directly become a " "Six Gentlemen" is not bad.

So the girl in blue who was kidnapped by the snacks was right, Mr. is still too lazy.

Right now at the entrance of Jingchen Hall, Meng Zhengjun glanced at the two young gentlemen who had just arrived, and asked, "How is the examination paper revised?"

Su Changfeng nodded and said, "There are still a few exam rooms left."

Duan Jiuling smiled and agreed, "It's coming soon."

Meng Zhengjun nodded

The two young gentlemen returned to their workstations in the lobby.

They are located close to each other. Although they come from all over the world, they are all colleagues who entered the academy. After getting along these days, they are also familiar.

Su Changfeng walked to the seat, first used a small dust removal technique, cleaned the seat carefully, and then sat down with peace of mind, began to take out the books and utensils, and put them on the table.

But to the surprise of the gentlemen around, this Mr. Su quietly took out a wooden ruler from his sleeve, and carefully measured some places on the table.

Then, the test papers, paper, ink, pen and inkstone were placed in specific places according to a certain spacing rule that others could not understand.

Judging by his careful survey and calculation, it should be accurate.

Crowd: ......

The bald Mr. Duan Jiuling next to him didn't have this kind of attention. He leaned back on his chair, threw the candidate's picture scrolls on the table, and took out a copy to start reviewing. He didn't bring everything. He turned his head and said:

"Hey Brother Su, I borrowed a vermilion pen to make me famous. I was so absorbed in painting last night that I forgot to bring it when I went out in the morning."

"Why don't you forget yourself?"

Su Chang didn't raise his head, and taunted him. After the things were placed, he breathed a very comfortable breath, and started his new day's work perfectly.

Seeing this, Duan Jiuling scolded with a smile: "Brother Su really took off his pants and farted."

Su Changfeng frowned: "The table is in a mess, don't you feel uncomfortable? What a bunch of ordinary people."

Duan Jiuling raised his hand and touched his bald head, "Don't you feel bad about spending your precious time on this? What a bunch of mediocre people."

"Humph."

On the other side, Meng Zhengjun saw that it was almost time, so he called a few schoolboys who were running errands, gave a few instructions, and the schoolboys responded and went to the six schools to inform them.

Meng Zhengjun looked back at the Jingchen Hall, it seemed that everyone who should come had come, nodded, and went to close the door.

At this time, a woman's figure appeared at the door.

In Jingchen Hall, no matter if it was Su Changfeng and Duan Jiuling, or Mr. Chen and Mr. Zeng who were seriously correcting the test papers, everyone turned their heads to look at the door.

Because it is a 'rare customer'.

"How did you come?"

Meng Zhengjun asked Zhu Yourong in doubt.

The latter stopped gracefully, with his hands behind his back, looked up at the plaque at the door, and asked curiously, "Is this the Jingchen Hall?"

Meng Zhengjun nodded.

"Oh, that's the right way, Mr. Meng step aside."

With her hands behind her back, Zhu Yourong walked past Meng Zhengjun with a smile, and walked into the lobby by herself.

"Hello Mr. Zeng, Mr. Chen, fellow daoist Duan, Mr. Su, hello..."

All the gentlemen responded with a smile.

Zhu Yourong is not afraid of strangers, she behaves gracefully and calmly, cupping her hands together, "I was busy a few days ago, so few people came here, don't blame Mr. Meng and everyone."

"When I went out this morning, Jingzi, my schoolboy, went up to me and stuffed me with some pastries from Jixiangzhai, telling me not to come empty-handed, but to bring some for you gentlemen to taste. Alas, I'm not a sensible girl..."

Mr. Chen smiled and comforted: "Mr. Zhu, you are welcome. It is normal that you are too busy to come. We are not here all the time. It just happened to change the paper today. Mr. Zhu is still very dedicated."

Some gentlemen sitting idle nodded, "Yeah, this girl Jingzi usually watches the turmoil in the academy, but I didn't expect to be so knowledgeable, humble and sensible."

Su Changfeng suddenly answered, and said with a smile: "Jingzi is a good child, very sensible, but Mr. Zhu who can teach her is of course more sensible. Mr. Zhu is humble."

Zhu Yourong smiled and responded with a few words, warming up the scene, and then distributed the cakes for all colleagues to taste, and chatted a few words by the way, and the atmosphere became familiar.

Meng Zhengjun watched silently without saying anything.

On the other side, Su Changfeng frowned and said to Duan Jiuling, "Can you stop staring at Mr. Zhu?"

Duan Jiuling wondered: "Mr. Zhu is a great beauty recognized by everyone inside and outside the academy. I am a man, and I don't stare at beauties. Could it be possible to stare at you?"

Su Changfeng's eyes kept shifting, and he didn't look at Zhu Yourong who was politely distributing pastries not far away. The latter gradually approached them. Su Changfeng's eyes were focused on the test papers, earnestly grading, but he couldn't help whispering Rebuked: "Stop talking nonsense. That's all right, you should stop talking now."

Duan Jiuling looked at Brother Su who seemed to be seriously reviewing the papers, and then at the polite and generous female gentleman not far away.

Under the round bald head, a very conspicuous thick eyebrow was raised.

He glanced at Brother Su meaningfully, then suddenly changed his face, and nodded seriously: "Why don't I ask Mr. Zhu."

"No, you..."

Su Changfeng became anxious immediately, but Duan Jiuling had already spoken involuntarily:

"Mr. Zhu, may I keep looking at you?"

At this time Zhu Yourong was bringing the last cakes to share with them, upon hearing this, she smiled and said generously, "Of course, you can, fellow Daoist Duan, please feel free."

She called Duan Jiuling a Taoist friend, which is a popular title on the mountain, but in the eyes of some idiots, only when they recognize and respect the other party's Tao will they call the other party a Taoist friend.

Obviously, Zhu Yourong is no stranger to this big bald man who teaches artful painting, and has some understanding.

Duan Jiuling grinned, turned his head and raised his eyebrows triumphantly at Su Changfeng, who was reserved, "That's strange, Mr. Zhu himself agreed, but Brother Su is obstructing in every possible way."

Su Changfeng raised his head, with his usual expression, frowning slightly: "Brother Duan, what nonsense are you talking about?"

He turned his head to Zhu Yourong and said, "Mr. Zhu, don't pay attention to this guy. He was talking nonsense in the morning, saying that he recently read a certain indecent book and began to study the beauty of beauties. He was walking on the road today, and his eyes were wandering all over the place. His eyes are indecent, and he is ashamed of his status as a gentleman, so I told him to look less, and do not look at evil."

Su Changfeng paused, looked into Zhu Yourong's eyes and said, "Oh, I really can't do anything about him. Learning to draw makes people look stupid. Please don't blame Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Yourong shook his head, "Mr. Su said it before, but I don't think so. Fellow Daoist Duan can bluntly say that he likes 'sex' because he is a man of temperament. Besides, the mountains, rivers, people and people are all beautiful things in the world. It is a beauty that treats everyone equally, I can't help it, it's understandable."

She turned her head to look at the bald painter who was over nine feet tall, and suddenly smiled, "Painting is a very delicate job, no less than calligraphy. A good friend of mine said this: There is a tiger in my heart." , sniffing the rose carefully. I think it is the most delicate way to describe Fellow Daoist Duan!"

"I have a tiger in my heart, sniff the rose carefully..." Duan Jiuling muttered, his eyes lit up!
In the next second, Su Changfeng and Duan Jiuling said in unison: "Who is Mr. Zhu's close friend?"

However, the faces of the two are different. The former has a calm expression, while the latter has a curious expression.

"A certain junior brother." Zhu Yourong smiled lightly and didn't say much.

Su Changfeng and Duan Jiuling looked at each other, seeing that it was not appropriate to ask questions, they had no choice but to give up.

Well in the future... A certain female gentleman who made a "brother" out of nothing added in her heart.

Afterwards, seeing Meng Zhengjun standing up, the three of them didn't chat much, and after a few polite words, they went back to their seats and changed the papers.

Zhu Yourong saw that the goal of getting acquainted with colleagues had been achieved after a meal of pastries was distributed, and she also laid the groundwork for her future goal of asking them to take care of someone in class, and she smiled inwardly.

In a good mood, she turned around and corrected the remaining papers.

On the other side, the book boy who Meng Zhengjun ordered to pass on the message also arrived outside the candid hall. Inside the hall, a certain assistant teacher Zhao who had no idea that the soft meal was coming was taking the calligraphy class on his behalf...

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　PS: [-] words... a little too much!In addition, a few days ago, it was said that Xiao Rong said that those who undergo castration should not run away!Damn it, one counts as one, all of them will be handcuffed away!
　　
　
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