At this time, everyone in the open space was waiting quietly, so this disdainful voice that seemed to be a whisper not only reached the ears of Zhao Rong and others, but also reached the ears of all the students in Ruxing Hall.
Above the quiet open space, the sound of the river waves and the rustling of maple leaves seemed louder, and no one spoke.
Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, his sleepiness eased a little, and his gaze passed Yu Huaijin to the open space behind her, where he saw a young student with a feminine appearance and a romantic scarf on his head, who was lowering his head and gently stroking the luxurious guqin on his knees. Many students around him turned to look at him, who must be the person who had just muttered.
Wu Peiliang felt that he had become the center of the open space at this time. He twitched his lips, sighed again, and shook his head:
"Hey, the academy is getting weirder and weirder. All kinds of people are put in there. Even the number one of the six halls, Ruxing Hall, has two people in there."
After Wu Peiliang's "soliloquy".
The open space became even quieter for a moment.
About half of the students nodded slightly with a smile or a blank expression, and some even responded with a "yes".
Some of the remaining students looked up to watch the excitement without expressing anything, while others turned a deaf ear to anything outside the window and just lowered their heads to tune their guqin, doing their own things.
Wu Peiliang had just finished speaking.
Jia Tengying's face suddenly turned red, even his dark skin couldn't cover it. He buried his head, feeling the playful gazes of some classmates. At this moment, he wished he could find a small crack to crawl into and never come out again.
Zhao Rong folded his hands and said nothing.
Fan Yushu frowned, stared at Wu Peiliang, took a breath and said:
"Mother Wu Pei, if I remember correctly, Mr. Si's class was at 4:45 of the morning hour, and the bell just rang at 3:30 of the morning hour. Although we came earlier, Mr. Si could have started the class earlier, but we were only a little late today, and we are not late. Mr. Si didn't say anything, so why are you the one causing trouble? Are you older than Mr. Si?"
"Heh." Wu Peiliang smiled and shook his head, ignoring Fan Yushu, looking like he was too lazy to argue with nonsense. In fact, it was mainly because he noticed that Yu Huaijin was still looking at him calmly.
Fan Yushu raised his foot and prepared to move forward, but was stopped by someone the next second.
"Brother Yushu." Zhao Rong pulled Fan Yushu back, shook his head at him, and said nothing.
Zhao Rong did not look at Wu Peiliang again, but spoke to break the stalemate and said to Yu Huaijin:
"Senior Yu, this time it's mainly my fault. I got up a little late today, causing Yu Shu and Brother Teng Ying to wait for me for a while. On the way, they accommodated me and walked a little slower, causing you and Mr. Si to wait for a long time."
Yu Huaijin frowned slightly as she looked at Wu Peiliang who was keeping his head down and not saying anything. Upon hearing this, she first glanced at Mr. Si who had been standing by the river with his back turned and seemed not to have heard the conflict between the students in the open space. She then turned back and spoke softly to Zhao Rong:
"Nothing, and I don't have any classes. Just try to come earlier next time."
Yu Huaijin paused and looked at Zhao Rong's pale face seriously. "Brother Zhao, are you okay? Did anything troublesome happen last night?"
Zhao Rong shook his head. "Nothing for now. Thank you for your concern, senior."
Yu Huaijin nodded and didn't ask any more questions. After all, the two of them were not familiar with each other.
However, she couldn't help but take a look at the thick autumn clothes on Zhao Rong.
He did not wear the student's blue robe today.
However, Yu Huaijin did not say anything else, because yesterday afternoon, when Zhao Rong was playing the piano and drawing "Zheng", he told her frankly that this autumn coat was knitted by his wife herself.
The female prodigy from Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion had seriously told him that he must wear it, as it was the custom in their family.
Yu Huaijin turned sideways to make way, and Zhao Rong and the other two passed by one by one, entered the table, and found a seat to sit down.
She did not return to the table, because there were still two people in the future...
After entering the open space, Jia Tengying ran to the front row with his zither on his back to find a seat, while Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu were good students who actively listened to the class, so they found an empty seat in the middle and back, away from someone they disliked, and sat down.
Zhao Rong was wearing a navy blue Confucian robe and walking between the seats in the open space. He stood out from the crowd and attracted many people's attention wherever he passed.
Soon, the two found two seats at the back right and prepared to sit down.
But at this moment, another familiar "voice of talking to oneself" came from afar.
"Really? Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty? You don't wear your school uniform, but change into something nicer. Do you think you are different? And you insist on being unique, as if no one else is different."
Wu Peiliang paused, then plucked a string with his fingers, and tuned it lightly while listening carefully. He then whispered:
"Hey, this guy doesn't really think that we are from the same mountain valley as Jia Tengying, right? Want to compare family background?"
"Haha." Wu Peiliang chuckled.
"Among the students in our Ruxing Hall, there are students from all kinds of families. We can find you several students whose parents are high-ranking purple-robed sword cultivators in Tianya Sword Pavilion. As for those who are direct descendants of the wealthy families in Duyou City or the thousand-year-old families, there is no shortage of them. All the students in our hall listen to Senior Yu and wear student uniforms, but you are the only one who is pretentious. Could it be that you are the young master of the Lord of Youlan Prefecture? Then quickly show it to me so that I can open my eyes..."
Many students couldn't help laughing, and a short burst of low laughter suddenly broke out at the table.
Zhao Rong did not sit down immediately, but put down the zither on his back first, then stood still, staring at the red maples by the river without blinking, and listening with relish.
He curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and finally listened to all of Wu Peiliang's words without missing a word, but he still felt unsatisfied.
Gui, who had been looking forward to seeing Zhao Rong make a fool of himself, could no longer hold back and spoke with contempt in his heart:
"I thought this guy could say something powerful and sarcastic. If it could make you angry, I would learn from him. But this is the result?"
It sighed slightly, "Hey, that's it, the sound is so quiet, didn't you eat?"
Zhao Rong was also a little disappointed with him, but he didn't say anything. After all, so far there have been almost no weird opponents who could make him angry, and there were even fewer who were equally matched with him. He felt a bit lonely as a master.
However, Zhao Rong felt that it was understandable. After all, among the students present now, it was estimated that none of them had awakened the memories of their past lives like him and had rich "struggle experience". They had spent countless days and nights, anytime and anywhere, fighting with countless "land sword immortals" who had mastered the key skills and reached the pinnacle through a small glass mirror.
As for a place called "Zuan", the greetings from those elegant and easy-going opponents made Zhao Rong feel even more cordial and missed it.
But they are all gone, leaving him alone in this world.
Zhao Rong sighed a little.
He rubbed his face, then clasped his fists in the direction of Wu Peiliang, then sat down with a dazed look in his eyes and a somewhat lonely expression.
From the beginning till now, Zhao Rong never looked at Wu Peiliang, and now he has this attitude again.
Wu Peiliang, who had been observing the displeased figure out of the corner of his eye, suddenly choked when he saw that the displeased figure not only did not get angry, but also looked distracted and even had a look of pity.
Wu Peiliang's somewhat feminine face suddenly became stern. He pursed his thin lips and sneered, "Brother Zhao's face is so pale, is it because of last night..."
"Brother Wu!" Yu Huaijin, who was waiting for someone at the door, turned around and shouted, interrupting him.
The old-fashioned woman's voice was unusually heavy.
Wu Peiliang suddenly stopped talking, his fingers trembled slightly, his fair face turned a little red, then he snorted at Zhao Rong and said nothing more.
The atmosphere on the field became a little solemn because of Yu Huaijin's rebuke just now. Some students who were watching the fun quickly put away their expressions and went back to their own work.
Wu Peiliang looked down at the priceless guqin in front of him, but his eyes were always carefully paying attention to Yu Huaijin. When he saw her brows relax and turn around to face the door again, he felt relieved immediately, but then he glanced at Zhao Rong with the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Rong no longer paid attention to what was happening on the field. He sat down listlessly, supporting his aching waist with his hands while tuning the piano casually.
Zhao Rong did not borrow Yu Huaijin's Jiuxiaoyunpei again. He felt embarrassed to use someone else's pendant all the time, so he went out to buy a Qin yesterday. Although the material was ordinary, it was lighter but more durable.
At this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly came from the intersection.
Then Xiao Hongyu's signature loud, slightly sandy voice was heard.
"Huai Jin, huh... Sorry, we're back late. Xueyou and I played in the city a little late yesterday. It was already midnight before we knew it. Xueyou's father kept asking us to stay, so we stayed overnight at his house and hurried back in the morning."
Xiao Hongyu put his arm around Li Xueyu's petite shoulder and explained while panting.
Li Xueyu also blushed. She wiped the sweat off her smooth forehead with the back of her hand. Her little face was full of anxiety. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Huaijin, are we late? Mr. Si, I'm sorry..."
This pretty girl, with her small hands tugging at the corner of her clothes, spoke in a self-blaming tone, with her head lowered, not daring to look at the glances from her classmates.
Xiao Hongyu pulled her red lips to the sides, turned her head and looked at the students waiting on the field, met their gazes, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, brothers, I'm sorry for this time, Xueyou and I will definitely not be late again next time."
She smiled sincerely.
Seeing this, the students of Ruexingtang nodded one after another.
"Nothing, nothing, no need to be polite."
"Brother Xueyou and Brother Hongyu don't have to blame yourselves. After all, it's still a little while before 4:45 in the morning, and you haven't started class yet..."
"Yes, don't blame yourself too much. I think Brother Xue is just too shy. We have been classmates for more than two months, but he is still so introverted..."
The students of Ruxingtang laughed and talked about it, without much blame.
Fan Yushu was a little indignant when he saw this scene. He turned to Zhao Rong and complained, "We are all late. Why are we like grandsons?"
Zhao Rong glanced at him, too lazy to answer such an obvious question. He continued to tune the piano listlessly with his head down, thinking about the next calligraphy class, and did not speak.
Xiao Hongyu tilted his head and smiled, patting his chest and said, "That's good. Xueyou and I were scared to death. We ran all the way here. Hey, why did you choose such a far place to teach today..."
"Brother Hongyu, Brother Xueyou." Just at this time, the old-fashioned woman next to them, who had the same men's hair style as them, spoke.
Yu Huaijin looked at them with a straight face, frowning slightly, "Yesterday morning I told you that you had classes today, but you still almost got late."
Xiao Hongyu quickly put away her smile, and looked serious. Just like Li Xueyu beside her, she lowered her head and accepted the training seriously.
Seeing this, Yu Huaijin stared at them for a long while before sighing softly, "When I arrived at 1:00 a.m., Mr. Si was already waiting, but we are only here on time now... Never mind, don't be so careless next time."
Li Xueyu and Xiao Hongyu nodded quickly like chicks pecking at rice.
Yu Huaijin moved aside, and the two of them quickly sat down behind a table in the open space.
Yu Huaijin also turned around and followed, coming back together.
Afterwards, all the seats in the open space next to the maple forest were filled.
Only then did Mr. Si slowly turn around, his eyes dull, but he seemed to be able to see everyone. He looked around at the students of Suixing Hall and said in a gentle voice, "Now that everyone is here, let's start the class quietly."