After discovering that there was a traitor among them, Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly.

He turned around and looked up at Yu Huaijin.

Yu Huaijin pursed her lips slightly and looked at Zhao Rong seriously, staring into his eyes, as if waiting for Zhao Rong to finish asking all his questions. After she answered them one by one, she told him to concentrate on learning the piano.

The two people's gazes were frozen in the air in front of the stone table for a while.

Zhao Rong suddenly lowered his eyes, patted his sleeves, and then supported his hands on his legs, his upper body straight as a pen. He leaned forward slightly, facing Yu Huaijin's face, his pair of sword-like eyebrows gathered in the middle, his eyes were fixed, reflecting the old-fashioned woman in front of him without blinking, and below was the straight nose and the lips pursed into a straight line.

"It's not good to do this." Zhao Rong said word by word, paused, "It's not right either."

Yu Huaijin put her hands in her sleeves, feeling the oppressive gaze of the man in front of her. She stared into Zhao Rong's eyes without avoiding him, and said in a crisp voice: "I am the senior from Ruxing Hall."

Zhao Rong nodded and chuckled, "You are seeking revenge for your personal gain."

Yu Huaijin said seriously, "I didn't. Student uniforms are one thing, and academic studies are another. We'll talk about the former later. Today's make-up class is for the latter. The mid-month exam in half a month is related to the interests of all students in Ruxing Hall. We are a collective, and no one can be left behind."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly. He had heard Jia Tengying talk about the mid-term exam this month and roughly knew the rules for calculating the scores. In addition to the student's personal performance, the overall performance of his or her school was also very important.

More than half a month later, it will be the third mid-month exam, which is also the last one of this fall. Now, Suixing Hall and Yuxiudao Hall have each won first place, and the third exam will determine who will be the first among the six classes in this quarter of the academic year.

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu who was buried in a pile of books nearby.

He had been attending classes at Ruexing Hall these days, and Zhao Rong knew very well what kind of status and situation Brother Yushu held in the hall. After all, just because he was close to Fan Yushu, he had received many frowning or side-eye glances from people.

Moreover, considering his status as a gifted student and his "trouble-making" during the first piano class, it is estimated that many of his classmates in the school should have already done the "waste sorting" process.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly and withdrew his gaze from Fan Yushu.

He looked into Yu Huaijin's calm eyes and asked curiously, "Let's not talk about collective matters for now. Should we individually force ourselves to contribute... Senior Yu, do you mean all the students in Ruxing Hall? That's strange, this doesn't include me and Brother Yushu."

There was some doubt in Zhao Rong's voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Huaijin's brows suddenly frowned.

She stared at the puzzled expression on Zhao Rong's face, looked him in the eye, and said in a strong voice:

"You, Zhao Ziyu."

Yu Huaijin stopped and turned to look at Fan Yushu behind the pile of books. "You, Fan Yushu."

She nodded and said word by word: "You are students of Ruxing Hall. You are like that from the moment you step into the door. No one can change!"

Zhao Rong's body leaned forward and suddenly leaned back. The puzzled expression on his face disappeared in an instant. He turned his head, looking at Yu Huaijin and Fan Yushu, and sounded surprised.

"That's strange. I've been staying in your academy these days. Well, let's not talk about me first, let's talk about Brother Yushu. Why do I feel like he's an outsider in Ruxing Hall? Senior Yu, are you sure Brother Yushu is a student of Ruxing Hall?"

Yu Huaijin was silent.

Zhao Rong looked thoughtful. He frowned and looked at Yu Huaijin, "Are you sure that other people also think that Brother Yushu is a student of Ruxing Hall?"

This old-fashioned woman, who was a senior student at Ruxing Hall, kept silent and did not look up at Zhao Rong after hearing what was said.

Fan Yushu, who was on the other side of the stone table, was chewing on a pen, looking down as he flipped through a tome that was much bigger than his face. His eyes were lost among the densely packed small characters on the pages, and he couldn't get his eyes out.

At this moment, hearing Zhao Rong's question, Fan Yushu rolled his eyes upwards and temporarily escaped from the sea of ​​suffering. He glanced upwards at the two people who had quieted down, the man's eyes were straight and the woman was silent.

Under the stone table, Fan Yushu stretched out a hand and pulled Zhao Rong's sleeve, but the next second, his hand was slapped away by Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong still looked at Yu Huaijin without blinking, in his sight at the moment.

Yu Huaijin was standing under the early morning sun. She was wearing a loose university uniform and most of her body was covered by the light yellow morning light. Her hair, which was tied into a man's crown, was somewhat yellowed by the sunlight. At the same time, her thin lips, which were pursed on her clean face, had a slightly white color as if they were dried.

As for the pair of hands that Zhao Rong had always been curious about, they were still hidden in his sleeves and could not be seen.

Yu Huaijin stood in the sunlight with her hands in her hands. She suddenly looked up and said to Fan Yushu, who was hiding his head and pretending to be invisible: "Brother Fan, I was careless before. I'm sorry. I will take care of these things. I'm sorry to have to put up with you this time."

The female senior from Ruxing Hall took three steps back and bowed meticulously. Her tone was sincere and apologetic.

Fan Yushu, who was reading a book with his head down and biting the end of a pen, almost bit off the pen and swallowed it with a crunching sound.

What? Yu Huaijin apologized!

Fan Yushu made a "Puh" sound twice, spat out the pen, then raised his hand and dug his ears with his fingers. He stared at the somewhat unfamiliar Yu Huaijin in front of him.

She was bowing, looking up slightly, pursing her lips and looking at him with a questioning look.

Fan Yushu forgot to return the greeting or reply for a moment. His eyes gradually widened, and the next second, his head jerked in a certain direction.

Fan Yushu stared at Zhao Rong, whose face was as calm as a lake, with eyes wide open, still containing some disbelief.

In the more than two months since Ruexing Hall opened to recruit new students, as long as Fan Yushu was there, he had never seen Yu Huaijin suffer any loss or humiliation.

She always had a stern face and taught and persuaded others in a very strict manner. Even some gentlemen in the academy who had casual personalities, such as their poetry teacher, had been admonished and lectured by Yu Huaijin because of their clothing or drinking in class.

She is a "primary school principal" among the six halls of Mo Chi Academy, and is no less capable than the strict and rigid principal of the academy.

After all, Yu Huaijin was indeed upright in her words and deeds, and had a strict and rigid character, like an ancient scholar. Therefore, most of the students in the academy were convinced of her, especially the students of Ruxingtang.

So whatever Yu Huaijin said was what she believed. Even if she sounded impatient, he still assumed in his heart that she was right.

But now, it was Tzuyu...

Fan Yushu stared at Zhao Rong in a daze and nodded with emotion.

Another person in the hospital had the same reaction as him.

Jia Tengying was almost at the stone table, hesitating about how to approach and find an opportunity to pass the cucumber, but after hearing the conversation between Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin, he gradually stopped, especially when he saw Senior Yu, whom he had always admired, suddenly bowed to Fan Yushu and apologized.

Jia Tengying couldn't help but turn his head to look at Zhao Rong, the new classmate. He had a dazed expression.

A while had passed, and seeing that Brother Yushu was still in a daze, Zhao Rong curled his lips slightly, raised his eyebrows and winked at Fan Yushu.

"Oh." Fan Yushu reacted quickly, he turned around immediately and returned the greeting to Yu Huaijin.

"Senior Yu, please stand up. It's okay. I can't play with my classmates in the academy anyway. I don't care what they think. However, there are some things that I need Senior Yu's help with. It's about Xiao Hongyu, my...my...my good teacher and friend."

Fan Yushu blinked and looked into Yu Huaijin's eyes, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, paused and continued to complain:

"Ahem, Sister Red Fish always likes to hit me when she's talking. You know, she just looks a little taller and stronger than me, and her fists are bigger. I'm sure I can beat her. Haha, you must be kidding.

But Sister Hongyu is a woman, and this is in the academy. I am bound by etiquette and the principles I uphold in my heart, and I have been tolerant of her again and again, but Sister Hongyu still has no manners and always says he wants to "beat me", which is really insulting. It would be great if Senior Yu could help me persuade her. "

After finishing the lawsuit in one breath, Fan Yushu let out a long sigh.

Yu Huaijin stood up. After hearing this, she hesitated for a moment and nodded gently. "I will go back to deal with the matter of Red Fish. I will also take care of other matters. Brother Fan, you are a student of Ruxing Hall just like us. This will never change."

Zhao Rong, who had been watching from the sidelines, did not say anything.

Prejudice is not so easy to eliminate. Even if you are Senior Yu who is obeyed by all the students, when it comes to this matter, no matter what you say to them, they will probably just agree with you verbally, but not take it seriously in private. The gap between them is still there and has not been reduced at all.

Just like Zhao Rong's previous life, everyone knew the slogan of unity and friendship that the teacher emphasized every day and heard it every day, but who took it to heart and remembered to follow it?

And according to Zhao Rong's experience, there are always a few people in every group who are unpopular and are rejected and hated by the majority of people. Some people are truly pitiful and there must be hateful aspects in all pitiful people, but there are also some "annoying guys" who are hated without much reason, or in other words, their "hateful aspects" are not enough to match such prejudice. However, some cold-blooded group violence, once inflicted, has no limits.

If you accidentally become such an unlucky person, it will be difficult to change the impression, just like Fan Yushu now.

Many people in Shuexing Hall who rejected and laughed at him actually had no grudges against him. They just found out that everyone hated Fan Yushu, so they followed suit for fear of being implicated... Well, of course, there was another possible reason, which was that Fan Yushu was holding back all the students in Shuexing Hall.

It is a fact that Fan Yushu has poor academic performance. Let alone helping him, the people in Ruexingtang have no obligation to do so. However, they all exclude him because he is a drag, as if Fan Yushu is not a member of Ruexingtang. Then, for Fan Yushu, who is already a poor student, what reason does he have to study hard for the cohesion and honor of Ruexingtang when he doesn't want to study?

This is also what Zhao Rong expressed to Yu Huaijin.

Yu Huaijin's words, "You are all students of Ruxingtang," were his response.

What Zhao Rong finds even more ironic is that some groups with strong cohesion use this potential method of most members tacitly excluding individual members to provide an outlet for negative emotions, allowing everyone to "face the outside world with one voice", and providing excuses for failures, frustrations and contradictions, thus making the group more cohesive and more united and progressive.

In most cases, Zhao Rong is one of the "majority members", but he is afraid that he or the people he cares about will become the "individual members" in the future, so Zhao Rong objects.

For example, now, Zhao Rong has already noticed the signs that the students of Ruxingtang are showing some signs of dislike for him.

Zhao Rong shook his head slightly.

However, when he glanced at Yu Huaijin's serious expression, his mind moved slightly. It seemed that she was not as boring and unkind as he had thought before.

He muttered to himself.

But she has a straight face and no expression all day long. No wonder outsiders think she is boring. I wonder what Yu Huaijin will look like when she smiles...

Seeing that Yu Huaijin was so easy to talk to, Fan Yushu coughed lightly and glanced at her, "Senior Yu, I have something else to ask."

"What's the matter?" Yu Huaijin's eyes narrowed, "You can tell me everything."

Fan Yushu frowned, his face heavy, "I went back home a few days ago and felt a little unwell, so I went to see the family doctor, and the doctor told me that I was ill."

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Fan Yushu, who had a serious face.

Yu Huaijin said: "He Ji, if it is serious, I can ask for leave from the chief priest, but I have to inform your family."

Fan Yushu sighed and shook his head. "It's not a big deal. No need to ask for leave. But, alas..."

Yu Huaijin said nothing, his eyes fixed on Fan Yushu, who had a sad expression.

Fan Yushu looked up and said seriously, "I have a strange disease that makes me dizzy when I see densely packed words. Senior Yu, I also want to work hard, but this disease is so severe that I was defeated by it. Now I feel dizzy when I read. How about you give me a break for two days? When I have recovered my strength, I will try to defeat it."

Yu Huaijin: “…”

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched. I think you are lazy.

But in the end.

Fan Yushu was still guarded by the silent Yu Huaijin in front of the stone table, and he continued to complete his homework honestly under the ruler. He was not allowed to go anywhere until he finished it.

Seeing that Fan Yushu had calmed down, Yu Huaijin turned his head and looked at Zhao Rong.

She stretched out a finger and gently pushed the "ordinary guqin" forward.

Zhao Rong sighed and looked down at the guqin.

It is painted purple all over, with many repairs and lacquer repairs, and has an ordinary style.

He stretched out his fingers and lightly plucked the piano, and the sound was warm, vigorous and penetrating.

Zhao Rong suddenly asked, "Does this guqin have a name?"

Yu Huaijin was silent for only two breaths, then he said directly: "Nine Heavens Cloud Pendant."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Good name."

He immediately got straight to the point and said:

"I will not hold back the Lu Xing Tang in this mid-month exam, so you don't have to give me extra lessons. It's not only a waste of my time, but also a waste of your energy. If you have that time... you might as well supervise Brother Yu Shu to copy a few more poems and essays."

Zhao Rong had previously learned from Jia Tengying about some of the assessment rules for the mid-month exam. Although he had some shortcomings in the seven arts of Confucianism, he was still somewhat confident in the major arts such as poetry, prose, and classics.

Zhao Rong made a conservative calculation privately and concluded that it would not be difficult to not drag down the overall performance of Ruxingtang.

Fan Yushu, who was lost in the maze of words again, heard his friend stabbing him with a knife again. He opened his eyes wide, "Tzuyu, you!"

Zhao Rong ignored him and stared at Yu Huaijin.

However, the latter remained silent for a moment and slowly shook his head.

At this moment, not far from the stone table, Jia Tengying, who had been hesitating for a long time, finally plucked up the courage. He walked over with a bamboo basket, and his route just happened to pass behind Yu Huaijin.

Jia Tengying looked up at Yu Huaijin, then lowered his head and reached out to take the cucumber in the basket that had been washed countless times. He was thinking about the words and sentences in his mind, and he gritted his teeth, ready to speak.

At this moment, suddenly a big hand reached into the bamboo basket as if no one was around. In an instant, the big hand had directly passed over Jia Tengying's hand and grabbed the vegetable.

"Thank you, Brother Teng Ying."

Zhao Rong saw Jia Tengying passing by, so he glanced at him and grabbed it.

With a click.

Zhao Rong puffed his cheeks and said thank you casually.

Jia Tengying: “…”