Linlu Academy, beside the ink pond.

A fresh afternoon breeze blew into the winding corridor.

In a certain section of the corridor, a large group of students gathered.

But at this moment, the atmosphere on the field was quiet for a moment.

It was because of the strange maple leaf that one of the handsome students took out.

The color of the leaves keeps changing, from green to red, as bright red as blood, and then from red to green, as lush and verdant as ice.

Zhao Rongrao looked at the maple leaf in Senior Han's hand with interest. There were strange images on it, and several lines of densely packed small characters were neatly arranged.

As for poetry, he is familiar with it.

This is a poem about falling flowers and a state of no self.

Zhao Rong blinked, and like many other eyes around him, he stared at Senior Han's serious expression with a faint smile on his face.

You accidentally got a poem about falling flowers and no self that you can use repeatedly, and then just because Yu Huaijin mentioned a trivial incomplete poem to you, you gave the poem directly to her as a token of your gratitude?

Good job.

Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back and nodded. Those who understood understood, and those who didn’t understand didn’t understand even if he explained it to them…

At this time, a student coughed lightly and said with a smile: "Senior Han and Senior Yu are really soulmates who can be found in the mountains and rivers."

"Yes, they are both promising students that our academy can foresee in advance, and they are also classmates. In my opinion, they are clearly... a perfect match made in heaven."

"That's right."

Everyone responded, but most of them did not show much envy. Some of the students even looked at each other for a few seconds and then looked away.

Senior Han quickly shook his head and said, "Young men, please stop making a fuss and don't say anything. If this gets to the ears of Mr. Xuezheng, it will be bad."

He looked solemn, his eyebrows were straight, and he looked at the students around him, then turned to look at the vast lake outside the corridor, and said with a generous tone: "We are just students in our prime years. We should study hard and devote ourselves to learning. Huai Jin is such a person. When three people walk together, there must be one who can be my teacher. We should learn a lot from her."

The students around Senior Han looked at each other and nodded.

Afterwards, they walked towards Ruexing Hall, chatting and laughing, and followed Senior Han to join in the fun as they delivered maple leaves to Yu Huaijin, a person Zhao Rong had never met before.

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Zhao Rong was listening with great interest. At this moment, he saw Senior Han and the other students gradually walking away. He raised his foot to catch up with them. But suddenly, Zhao Rong saw Jia Tengying still standing there in a daze, with his head down, and he didn't know whether he was looking at his fingers or the book in his hand.

Zhao Rong pulled Jia Tengying and walked quickly forward.

"Let's go, Brother Teng Ying, weren't you anxious and worried about being late just now?"

Jia Tengying pursed his lips and came back to his senses, "Oh, let's go, let's go."

After saying that, he raised his head and glanced at Senior Han who was among the group of people walking away. He was holding the green and red maple leaves casually, with a confident attitude, and was chatting and laughing at ease.

Jia Tengying looked down at the ground and hurried to catch up.

Zhao Rong, who was slowing down his pace to wait for him in front, noticed the reaction of the new brother Teng Ying. Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, and a lot of melodramatic scenes of love, hatred and vengeance between the poor boy, the fair, rich, beautiful woman and the tall, wealthy and handsome man flashed through his mind.

He nodded slightly, and in his heart he had some understanding of Senior Yu. He put her on the blacklist of people not to be looked at without hesitation. Just like Mr. Zhu, who was a fool, he made up his mind not to provoke her...

Not long after, after passing several schools, Zhao Rong and Jia Tengying came to an ancient lobby with bamboo planted in front of the door.

"Brother Ziyu, this is it."

Jia Tengying raised his head and glanced at the group of people at the lobby door, then spoke in a sullen tone.

Zhao Rong nodded, and the two of them walked down the corridor together.

At this time, Senior Han and his group, who had arrived earlier than them, were gathering at the entrance of Ruexing Hall.

Senior Han stopped a student who was about to enter Ruxing Hall and said with a smile, "My classmate, sorry to bother you. Please help me call Yu Huaijin. I need to talk to her about something."

The student from Ruxing Hall nodded as if he was used to it, "Wait a moment."

After saying this, he walked into the lobby. After a moment, he walked out again and shook his head.

"Senior Yu hasn't arrived yet, but we have classes in the afternoon. Judging from the time, she should be here soon."

Senior Han thanked with a smile, then turned around and looked forward to it with his companions around him.

Afterwards, the students in Ruxing Hall learned that the senior from the Xiudao Hall named Han Wenfu had come to see Senior Yu again. Many of them ran out curiously, either to watch the fun or to say hello to some familiar students from the Xiudao Hall.

After Zhao Rong and Jia Tengying walked down the corridor, they turned a corner and walked towards the gate of Shuexing Hall. However, Han Wenfu and others' attention was definitely not on them. They naturally passed by the two of them and looked towards the corner between the corridor and Shuexing Hall.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong also wanted to watch the excitement at the door before going in. However, after realizing that Jia Tengying beside him was walking inside, he coughed lightly, followed Jia Tengying, and prepared to go straight into Ruexing Hall without staying.

At the same time, Zhao Rong thought about it and asked as he walked, "Brother Teng Ying, which teacher's class is this afternoon?"

Jia Tengying came back to his senses after hearing that. He opened his mouth slightly and was about to speak, but he stopped talking immediately because several noises suddenly rang out from the crowd around them.

"Senior Yu is here."

"It's Yu Huaijin."

"Senior, you came a little late today..."

When Han Wenfu saw the thin figure that appeared in his mind day and night at the corner, he raised the corners of his mouth, tried to show a sunny smile, and quickly walked towards him.

When Jia Tengying heard the sound, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the woman he respected and admired.

Zhao Rong, who had been looking towards the door of Ruexing Hall and preparing to step in, heard the sound and saw that everyone around him was looking behind him, so he turned his head with a calm expression, repeating in his heart that Qingjun and Xiaoxiao were the most beautiful... However, just take a look, ahem, compare, but the result is certain, Qingjun and Xiaoxiao are the most beautiful... right?

But when he turned around, he was stunned the next second.

Zhao Rong looked around the new female student who had appeared at the corner several times and was very sure that there was no other woman in his sight except her.

He turned his gaze back and looked at the new woman with a twitching mouth.

So you are Senior Yu Huaijin?

Han Wenfu greeted the newcomer with a smile as bright as spring breeze, "Huai Jin, where have you been? Why are you here so late?"

The short and thin female student who had shown Zhao Rong the way not long ago had a calm expression as she faced the greetings and glances from the crowd outside the Suixing Hall.

Yu Huaijin still had a stern face. The student uniform seemed extremely large on her, like a child wearing adult clothes.

Seeing Han Wenfu’s warm and friendly welcome, Yu Huaijin stopped.

Seeing this, Han Wenfu also stopped immediately. He seemed to be very familiar with the behavior of this ordinary-looking woman in front of him, and kept the distance between them precisely at three steps, no more, no less.

"Brother Han." Yu Huaijin looked at Han Wenfu carefully and bowed.

Meticulous.

Han Wenfu was speechless, but he still nodded with a bright smile, and then his expression became extremely solemn, performing this etiquette between peers.

This etiquette is clearly stated in the 72 academies, but it is usually ignored by classmates in the academy. It is not so old-fashioned and polite. Even between the students of the academy and some free-spirited gentlemen who behave in an unconventional way, there will not be much etiquette...

But there are exceptions, such as the person in front of Han Wenfu at this moment.

After the ceremony, Han Wenfu's expression relaxed and he said with a smile: "Huai Jin..."

"Brother Han, please be careful with your words and don't call me by random names." Yu Huaijin interrupted with a stern face.

Han Wenfu's expression froze for a moment, and he felt a little embarrassed. But compared to something, what was face to him? It was nothing.

Han Wenfu pursed his lips and looked at the old-fashioned and boring woman in front of him, with eagerness hidden deep in his eyes.

Han Wenfu nodded and said seriously: "I am rude and abrupt, please don't blame me, Brother Huaijin."

Although Confucian academies accepted female students, women were required to wear men's clothing in public, and classmates could use men's titles among themselves.

At this time, Yu Huaijin slightly tilted his head to look at Zhao Rong and Jia Tengying, then turned his head and looked directly at Han Wenfu, and said straight to the point:

"Brother Han, what do you want from me?"

Han Wenfu stared at Yu Huaijin, smiling gently, and said, "Brother Huaijin, do you still remember the incomplete line of 'Jiang Maple Sunset Reflects Drunken Sleep' that you mentioned casually when I asked you about poetry rules before? I have been thinking hard about it for a few days. Today, when I went to the maple forest on the river bank to appreciate the leaves, I suddenly had an idea, so I picked a maple leaf and wrote a poem to continue the incomplete line of Brother Huaijin."

He took out the priceless maple leaf and gestured with a sincere tone.

"Every time I came to ask Brother Huaijin for advice, you were always generous in giving me advice and answering my questions. I just felt bad for wasting a lot of your time. In addition, this poem was also 'stolen' from your fragments... I want to give this maple leaf to Brother Huaijin. Please accept it."

Yu Huaijin didn't even look at the maple leaf, but stared into Han Wenfu's eyes, and spoke after a moment.

"Please take it back. A gentleman does not accept gifts from his peers. I will treat other classmates who come to me to discuss learning seriously, not just you. This poem was written by you, and my fragments are just an introduction. This is far from enough to accept your poem for the first grade. I hope Brother Han will not do such vulgar things again. I thought you should know etiquette because you are familiar with poetry and books, but you still act without thinking."

She spoke each word in a measured and precise manner.

After saying that, Yu Huaijin shook his head and said, "It's getting late. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

She waited for only a moment, then bowed meticulously once again, walked straight past Han Wenfu, and left him behind.

Seeing that Yu Huaijin refused, Han Wenfu tried hard to organize his words and wanted to say more, but he really couldn't refute her words, and he had no legitimate reason for Yu Huaijin to accept Maple Leaf.

Seeing Yu Huaijin bowing and saying goodbye, he could only try to save the situation by hurriedly and solemnly returning the greeting.

Han Wenfu looked at Yu Huaijin's thin back as he left, wanting to say something but stopping himself. In the end, he didn't dare to shout out loud. He was worried that if he continued to force it, it would be like what happened just now, and the little goodwill he had worked so hard to cultivate would be completely lost.

Over the past few months, Han Wenfu has been asking Yu Huaijin for advice. Seeing that his favorability has gradually increased, he couldn't help but want to make a bold attempt and give her this maple leaf with a high-quality poem inscribed on it, which he thought was very sincere. After all, being able to turn a casual sentence into a high-quality poem would definitely be considered a good story in the academy. If Yu Huaijin accepted it, their relationship would be closer.

Although based on Han Wenfu's understanding of her, it may be just a little bit, similar to an ordinary friend who is slightly familiar with her, but it is also precious.

Han Wenfu felt very regretful.

In the final analysis, he had taken the relationship between the two for granted, and had the illusion that he could try a gamble. At the same time, he felt a little anxious, so he brought a lot of students from the monastic hall here today, thinking that with more people, Yu Huaijin might try not to offend him. But he didn't expect to be rejected so decisively...

Han Wenfu felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

Faced with this scene, the students outside Ruexing Hall seemed to have become accustomed to it. They were not too surprised. It was somewhat unexpected, but also reasonable. After all, almost everyone in Mochi Academy knew something about Yu Huaijin's character. However, there were quite a few strange looks in the crowd.

Most of the students from the monastery who followed Han Wenfu had awkward expressions. Several female students looked at Yu Huaijin with regret and confusion, and some of the men shook their heads in silence.

When some students from Ruxingtang saw this, they couldn't help but sigh, thinking that Senior Yu is worthy of being Senior Yu.

Jia Tengying, who had been paying close attention to all these movements, breathed a sigh of relief. He then nodded confidently, thinking that this was what Senior Yu would do.

Zhao Rong, who was standing aside, had been observing the movements on the field since he discovered that Yu Huaijin was the old-fashioned woman who had shown him the way not long ago.

Zhao Rong looked at the lost expression on Han Wenfujun's face on his left, then looked at the smile on Jia Tengying's honest face on his right, and finally he looked at Yu Huaijin, who was walking towards the gate of Ruexingtang.

The woman was not tall, probably even shorter than Xiaoxiao at home, but she did not have Xiaoxiao's petite but well-proportioned figure... She was thin, and her face was very ordinary although not ugly. If her skin was not fair, she would look rustic, not to mention that she always had a stern face, which made her young face look very old.

In short, it's mediocre.

Zhao Rong was a little speechless. Was it me or you who were wrong? Also, the one who just said that the man was talented and the woman was beautiful, please stand up.

At this time, Yu Huaijin passed the gate, but suddenly turned sideways and came three steps in front of Zhao Rong and Jia Tengying. She stared at Zhao Rong for a while, and suddenly spoke:

"Excuse me, are you Zhao Ziyu?"