i have a sword fairy

Chapter 691 I'm afraid he's proud

Just when the Jingchen Hall was revising the papers in full swing, the Willful Hall was very quiet, until some gossip in the Jingchen Hall was sent back by Xiao Hongyu who came back temporarily.

"No. [-], Renzi? Candidate No. [-], Renzi Field?"

"What, I've got full marks in poetry, painting, and chess!"

"Are you kidding! Poetry, Fu, and Jingyi are both great arts, and we will never give full marks easily. We haven't seen these two great arts get full marks since this year..."

"Even Senior Brother Han from the hall next door wrote a poem called Luohuapin with the right time and the right place for the people, with at most [-] points. I don't expect a full score of [-]. Could it be possible that this No. [-] Renzi wrote an even more powerful song?" Can Luohuapin achieve the state of selflessness?"

"But Brother Hongyu just said that Mr. Su was full of praise for the test paper of 'Ren Zi Shi No. [-]', and he didn't react so much when he saw the test papers of Senior Han and Senior Yu."

"And I heard that this brother wrote a super-class Fu."

At this time, during the class break, a certain calligraphy assistant teacher stepped off the stage to drink water, and the unruly students simply gathered together in twos and twos to discuss. When Yu Huaijin, who was in the row, heard this, her hands that turned the pages of the book paused, staying on a certain page for too long.

"It turned out to be a superior skill. I wrote a Fu, which directly jumped out of the framework of poetry competition." Wu Peiliang put down the book and sighed.

Ever since he was so inspired to make a piece of climbing a building, he has been praised by his classmates and friends in the past two days, but now he is like a small basin of cold water, and the feminine student who punched hard in front of Zhao Rong is showing some self-ashamedness. Not as good complexion:
"Hey, it's true that the strong have their own strong hands."

"Brother Peiliang is too modest. He has far surpassed us in tasting poems on the building. Even if he doesn't have a perfect score, there are still a small group of top-notch poets in this exam."

Wu Peiliang shook his head, "Brother Ling, don't need to comfort me. I'm still a little self-aware of the gap, and everyone can see it. A piece of prose that can make even the well-informed Mr. Su amazed..."

Wu Peiliang pretended to smile casually, and waved his hands, but he didn't feel depressed for long, and soon cheered up again, "It seems that our Mochi Academy is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Which school is my dear friend from among the other five schools? When the results are announced later, I must get to know each other, ask for advice, and exchange ideas.”

Some students praised and nodded: "It should be like this. This is the style of study that our Mochi Academy should have. It is the holy place for studying that Confucian scholars at the foot of the mountain yearn for. Our students are harmonious and friendly, and less hostile. Make a confrontation to make a bet..." A certain student surnamed Zhao was connoted again.

Another student answered: "That's right, regardless of grades, outstanding students take the initiative to share their experience, and those who are lacking are also humbly accepting and learning. They have a good style of study. Brother Pei Liang is a good example."

Wu Peiliang smiled from ear to ear, pressed his mouth and waved his hands quickly: "It's not as noble as everyone said, I really just want to ask for advice with an open mind, this man from No. [-] Renzi is really amazing."

All the students said yes, but they praised Wu Peiliang's modesty, and then they flattered each other for a while, and finally the topic returned to this No. [-] Renzi who was born out of nowhere.

"The schools next door are all rumored. Some people say that Renzi No. [-] is brother Li from Guangyetang, who is famous for his partiality, and others say that it is the low-key brother Chen from Chengxintang..."

Everyone was discussing with gusto. At this time, the results of the mid-month exam have not yet come out, but a dark horse who has already confirmed the perfect score in the three arts is enough to amaze the students in the sixth class. The last time it was so lively, it was Yu Huaijin who started school In the first big exam, the three subjects scored full marks, and the total score was the first.

It's just that this time in the big exam, it's newcomers replacing old ones. At present, everyone has only heard that Yu Huaijin's music art is a perfect score handpicked by Mr. Si, and they don't know about the other subjects, but the limelight was taken by the born Ren. No. [-] was snatched, but this is undoubtedly true. It is embarrassing. Many willful students quietly went to see the reaction of Senior Yu in the front row, but they bumped into the girl's calm, old-fashioned little face. .

In the back row of the school, there were two calligraphy classes in a row. Zhao Rong returned to his seat during the break to drink water to moisten his throat. When passing by, he heard these students gathered together, and their mouths were back and forth. Chang Shi No. [-]', when he first heard this title, he was slightly taken aback, turned his head to think for a while, and then realized...

Back at the seat, I thought Brother Yushu would also come to talk to him about Ren Zi Shi No. [-], Zhao Rong was ready to take out the test card in his sleeve and throw it to him for a showdown.

but……

After all, I underestimated Brother Yushu's "high quality and witty". He didn't have such low-level tastes at all. After the exam, everything was forgotten, and he didn't mention anything related to the exam. He was carefree. Brother Yushu even I don't care how I do in the exam, let alone care about how other people do in the exam.

This is a low-level student who left... I almost misunderstood Brother Yushu, Zhao Rong felt ashamed,

At this time, there was a dull bell in the mountains and forests outside. Yu Huaijin got up to remind the class, and the school suddenly fell silent. Zhao Rong went to the stage step by step, continued to give lectures, and assigned some homework to practice writing.

As for calligraphy, one needs to practice diligently. The brain is mastered, but the hands are not.

In addition to disobeying him for a long time, it is also because today is the first day after the exam, all the gentlemen are correcting papers in Jingchen Hall, for example, Zhu Yourong who has a class in the morning, according to the usual practice, the gentlemen will let him The students of each school have a self-study and rest.

This is the case in all the other schools except the Willful School, but it's a pity that a certain female teacher with big breasts has a very dedicated teaching assistant.

As a result, some students who took the self-study relaxation on the first morning after the exam as a matter of course were unhappy with Zhao Rong who was still seriously lecturing and assigning homework on the podium.

And if there were no accidents, before the end of this morning, Meng Xuezheng, who has always been very efficient, would announce the results of the final exam, so the restlessness and anticipation among the six students throughout the morning was hard to suppress.

But with Yu Huaijin sitting in charge, suppressing her, she didn't dare to show it clearly, and secretly being lazy and not cooperating was unavoidable.

Zhao Rong knew this very well, so his requirements were not too high, it was fine to not want to listen and to be distracted, as long as he didn't speak loudly to disturb the rare students like Brother Teng Ying who were paying attention to the class.

……

"Old Zeng, why not?" Mr. Chen insisted.

"Irregular."

"What is the rule?" Mr. Chen asked.

Mr. Zeng held a cup of tea and took a sip, then said:

"There is no first article, let alone a student's writing. How can it be perfect? ​​We like it and like it, but even if it suits our appetite, we can't easily give it a full score. Old man, give it nineteen points. If he is excellent, he is not far behind. This is also the old rule left by the senior gentlemen who have taught the scriptures in the past few years since the school opened, and it naturally has its reasons."

Mr. Chen shook his head, "Rules are dead, but people are alive. Besides, in other arts, why do their teachers get full marks, but it's not good for us in Jingyi?"

Mr. Zeng was not annoyed, but shook his head lightly, "Because classics and righteousness are great arts, much more rigorous than poetry and prose, how can it be easily compared with other small arts? Besides, Confucian scholars who study classics and righteousness, What you need is a humble and studious attitude, tireless, and giving full marks at will, wouldn't it be easy to make people proud? Either way, or..."

The old gentleman who has seen many young talents smiled slightly: "The old rules that have been left behind always have their reasons. Xiaochen, don't be arrogant. You must know that being too strong is easy to break, and being too arrogant is easy to lose. These young people, You have to hold back and don't make them proud."

Mr. Chen was speechless for a while, unable to utter a word, and the gentlemen watching around shook their heads in silence. However, at this moment, a female gentleman who had been listening for a long time suddenly interrupted:

"That's why Mr. Zeng suppressed us juniors in this way, because he was afraid that we would be proud? For our own good?"

Both Mr. Zeng and Mr. Chen were taken aback, but Zhu Yourong walked out with his hands behind his back, and nodded solemnly:
"Then there is something puzzling about this junior. If you don't give him full marks, how do you know he will be proud? You are not even proud, but it is the vigor and vigor that our Lin Lu students should have. The predecessors were extinguished."

The whole place fell silent immediately.

Mr. Zeng's eyelids twitched, and the gentlemen who were watching couldn't help laughing.

……

　"Daytime"...a bit of a carvin, brothers...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)