The classroom is a wonderful place.

As a student studying in it, you are only a small part of this big group, but sometimes your every move is quietly seen by most of your classmates.

No matter what you think when you do this, the students who are watching have their own standards in their hearts.

Measure your position in this group, your possible position in the teacher's heart, and your possible position in the heart of the most beautiful woman in the group.

Measure you.

Then there is either gloating, or sympathy yet superiority, or envy mixed with jealousy.

For example, at this moment, there is a calligraphy class going on in the open space of Lanzhoudu.

Yu Huaijin just said that the papers had not been collected yet, but he did not specify who was missing. However, all the students of Ruxingtang present knew who it was in their hearts, and they all knew it tacitly.

At this time, Zhu Weirui, who was the focus of almost all the students in the classroom, gently rolled up the stack of papers that everyone had handed in carefully, except for one person, and held it in her hand. She put her hands behind her back on her slender waist with a belt, and raised her chin slightly.

Zhu Weirui, like the prim and proper disciples following closely behind her, had a serious orchid-like face. If she had been smiling softly and gracefully not long ago while teaching the students how to write brushstrokes step by step, making the students in the audience see her as a fragrant orchid in spring, then at this moment, when Zhu Weirui squinted her eyes and looked at Zhao Rong carefully, in the eyes of the students, she instantly became an orchid in the cold winter, with a chilling fragrance that froze people's hearts and lungs.

She fixed her eyes on Zhao Rong, slowly walked down the stage, and walked towards the corner on the left.

Yu Huaijin held an old ruler that was two fingers wide for Zhu Weirui and followed her closely. Yu Huaijin looked at Zhao Rong in front of him calmly and also had a stern face.

Or maybe she was born with this serious expression. Anyway, Zhao Rong had never seen her with many other expressions except when she saw Yu Huaijin's face turn a little funny when she ate cucumber for the first time. Was it because Yu Huaijin's "Strange People Are Not Approached" skill was not unlocked, or was she just a face-dead person? Anyway, Zhao Rong had always been curious about this, thinking about telling her a joke one day...

The teacher and his student, two girls, one older and one younger, stared at Zhao Rong with unfriendly expressions and walked towards him.

All the students in the Ruexingtang followed the two of them with their eyes, and occasionally turned their heads to look at Zhao Rong, who had just realized the impending disaster and looked up.

Is this what annoyed the two most senior women in our class?

Among the students, some shook their heads and chuckled, such as Wu Peiliang.

Some people frown and remain silent, like Fan Yushu.

There are also those whose expressions are too cruel, such as Li Xueyu.

Of course, most people don't care and just want to watch the show and excitement, just like Xiao Hongyu.

No matter what the students on the field thought, the open space became completely quiet. The only sounds were the footsteps of Zhu Weirui and Yu Huaijin, and the sound of a book closing, which came from a student named Zhao. Amidst the various gazes of the crowd, he finally realized something and slowly looked up.

Zhao Rong looked calm. He did not look at the students around him, but stared at the master and disciple who were coming towards him with a fierce momentum.

He didn't even blink, and his expression didn't change at all, as if he was... frightened silly, his eyes were staring straight ahead, and many students on the field laughed secretly.

Wu Peiliang's gaze paused on Zhao Rong's face, then he curled his lips and shook his head. He looked lazy and a little bored. He turned his gaze to the paper in Zhu Weirui's hand, and his expression became even more impatient.

Why waste time? Mr. Zhu and Senior Yu are also the same. If that idiot doesn't want to write, then don't write. Why bother to bother with him? It's a waste of time. Hurry up and correct the papers. I'm a little thirsty. I don't know what this well water that only scholars can get tastes like. But, hey, I have to waste time answering my classmates in the academy later...

Wu Peiliang's eyes unconsciously returned to the small bamboo tube. At this moment, the bamboo tube was quietly standing at the head of the empty red lacquered long table in front of him. Suddenly, there was another movement from Zhao Rong. Wu Peiliang turned his head and saw that Zhu Weirui had brought Yu Huaijin and the ruler to the annoying scoundrel...

Zhu Weirui put his hands behind his back and walked towards Zhao Rongdu with his head held high.

She actually didn't like this walking posture, because with her hands behind her back, her waist straight, and her chest puffed out, the weight of a certain piece of clothing Zhu Weirui was wearing would suddenly increase, and the force was mutual, the heavy burden of the clothing would strongly protest and resist, and the result was that she suffered, it hurt, and there would probably be red marks again...

However, Zhu Weirui still maintained the same walking posture, with no change on her beautiful face.

She had already gotten used to some things and just had to endure them.

Zhu Weirui feels that this walking posture, combined with her husband's status, can give students a sense of oppression and majesty in the classroom. Zhu Weirui learned this from an old man, but she will not admit it.

Zhu Weirui narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Zhao Rong who was looking up. She put on a stern face, walked to his desk and looked at Zhao Rong.

It was quiet for a while.

Zhao Rong looked at her with his eyes slightly raised.

All the students in the Ruxing Hall were looking at these two people.

Dongdong——

Zhu Weirui raised his chin slightly, freed one of his hands from behind his waist, and tapped the head of the man's desk with the rolled-up papers. He said in a clear voice, "Zhao Ziyu, where are your handwriting?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and reopened the heavy book in his hand. Then he reached out to the right and saw a few red maple leaves lying quietly on the right side of the table. They were brought there by Jiang Feng before. He picked up a perfectly red maple leaf, put it between the pages of the book, and closed it.

Amidst the countless gazes, Zhao Rong raised his head, shrugged and said frankly: "Mr. Zhu, all of my classmates have done such a great job. After reading it, I just feel that it is boring to write it down. I dare not embarrass myself, so I give up."

There was some laughter around.

Fan Yushu frowned and sighed, thinking that he had put too much pressure on Zhao Rong, causing his friend to lose the courage to write. Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong with an apologetic look.

Zhao Rong noticed Fan Yushu's expression. He pursed his lips and shook his head at Fan Yushu, telling him not to blame himself.

Zhu Weirui couldn't bear it any longer, and hurriedly turned sideways to take the ruler from Yu Huaijin's hand. Her face was tense as she stared at Zhao Rong. She lightly pressed one end of the bamboo ruler three centimeters away from his hand, and her voice was crisp and clear.

"You cannot give up. Others write their own, and you write yours...even if it's just a few words."

Zhao Rong didn't look at the ruler in his hand. He raised his eyes to look at her bright eyes, and with a slight twitch of his lips, he knew that you were trying to trick me.

He shook his head and sighed, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Zhu. Senior Yu gave me extra lessons yesterday. I was learning to draw and play the piano. My hands have been working hard all day and I didn't rest much at night. Now my fingers may not even be able to hold a pen steadily. I hope you will forgive me."

Zhu Weirui's willow-leaf eyes slightly opened.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked up at her.

The two looked at each other, wide-eyed and small-eyed, speechless for a moment.

Zhu Weirui knew it, but he just didn't want to write and there was no point in saying anything. Zhao Rong also knew that she was just "cheating" and therefore she didn't write to Zhu Weirui.

Somehow, the two of them developed a tacit understanding.

Just, slowly.

Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui stared at each other for longer and longer periods of time. The students never received the rebuttal and rebuke from Zhu Weirui that they were expecting. The quiet atmosphere in the field seemed to be filled with something and began to feel a little strange.

Wu Peiliang, who had been waiting impatiently, gradually frowned.

Xiao Hongyu, who was watching with great interest, turned around and looked at Li Xueyu who was blinking.

Fan Yushu, who was closest to Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui, kept turning his head, looking at Zhao Rong to the left and Zhu Weirui to the right.

Behind Zhu Weirui, Yu Huaijin, who was holding his hands, felt it particularly deeply. After all, the two of them were once teachers who accompanied each other day and night and came all the way south to Wangquezhou, a remote place in the world, to be at the Confucian Academy.

She looked at the teacher's beautiful profile with pursed lips and the face of someone reflected in his eyes.

Yu Huaijin turned his gaze and looked at Zhao Rong's expression seriously.

At this time, Zhao Rong was still staring at Zhu Weirui, his eyes not moving at all. At the same time, he noticed the colorful gazes around him out of the corner of his eyes and frowned slightly.

Suddenly, just as the atmosphere in the classroom was becoming increasingly weird, Zhu Weirui turned around, attracting everyone's attention.

She turned and looked at Yu Huaijin, "Xuan Ji, is what Zi Yu said true?"

Yu Huaijin bowed, "Teacher, it's basically not bad, it's just that I need to learn the piano and painting correctly, not to the point where I can't even write a few words."

Zhu Weirui nodded slowly, glanced at Zhao Rong, and then suddenly turned around, facing the many students in the open space, and ordered: "I have to correct the papers. Everyone should practice calligraphy on their own first. Try to be quiet. After the best calligrapher is selected, we can continue the class."

The students on the field were startled, and they all saluted and responded, "Yes, sir."

After the conversation, they started to busy themselves with their own things, but Zhu Weirui stayed between the seats in the open space. The students, especially the boys, had too much time to think about doing things. Besides, there was not much for them to do in calligraphy class except writing and drawing. At present, they were waiting for their papers to be marked by the teacher and could not calm down.

The students of Ruxing Hall still focused on this. After all, the show just now was not satisfying at all. I wonder if there will be a sequel...

Zhu Weirui didn't bother with them anymore. As long as they were quiet and didn't make any noise, it was fine. Calligraphy was most averse to noisy noises. And she never had to worry about classroom discipline or take care of it herself because she had Yu Huaijin, who was worry-free and thoughtful.

Zhu Weirui turned around and glanced at Zhao Rong.

He was just reaching out and casually taking a small purple-hair brush with pure and fine bristles from Fan Yushu's pen holder next to him, and was looking at it and playing with it.

Yu Huaijin suddenly said, "Teacher, how about giving me the ruler?"

Let me take care of it.

Zhao Rong grabbed the pen fiercely, looked up and glared at the old-fashioned woman, "Yu Huaijin, I advise you to give others a chance, otherwise I will... call for help! You can do whatever you want."

Yu Huaijin ignored his expressive expression and looked up at the teacher in front of her.

Zhu Weirui glanced at his disciple's serious expression and shook his head. "No need. Xuanji, go get me that small bamboo tube, and also get me a cushion like the one you guys are kneeling on."

Yu Huaijin was slightly startled, but still nodded and turned around.

Soon, she returned with a bamboo tube in one hand and a futon in the other.

This bamboo tube filled with water from the Zhengguan well also touched the hearts of all the students around.

Zhu Weirui took them one by one, and glanced at Zhao Rong with her clever eyes.

Zhao Rong frowned, looking suspicious.

Zhu Weirui smiled, and under the gaze of the whole audience, placed the cushion opposite Zhao Rong. Then he lifted his robe, bent his long legs, knelt down, and sat face to face with Zhao Rong, separated only by a small desk.

Everyone looked sideways.

Zhu Weirui turned his head to Yu Huaijin and said, "If Xuanji has anything to do, you can go and take care of it."

Yu Huaijin nodded, but did not leave. He still stood behind her, looking at Zhao Rong with a puzzled expression, just like the other students.

Zhao Rong was also speechless at this time.

Zhu Weirui sat upright. She placed the stack of papers on Zhao Rong's desk, pinched the emerald green bamboo tube with two fingers, and shook it gently. Then she turned her eyes and looked at Zhao Rong, and raised her lips, "Zi Yu, don't you want to taste this well water?"

Zhao Rong's eyes regained their composure, and he continued to play with the exquisite purple-hair brush that was very popular among the literati down the mountain. "I don't want to, cold water will clog my teeth."

Fan Yushu's mouth twitched.

Wu Peiliang sneered.

"Puff..." Li Xueyu quickly lowered her head and covered her mouth.

Zhu Weirui was also slightly stunned, then burst into laughter. She placed the small bamboo tube next to the paper, looked at Zhao Rong with a half-smile, and nodded, "Zi Yu's taste is different from that of ordinary people..."

Zhao Rong's mouth twitched as if hinting at something.

Zhu Weirui smiled and said, "Then we'll drink hot water."

But at this moment, before anyone could react, Zhu Weirui flipped her jade hand, and suddenly another emerald green bamboo tube appeared in her hand. However, this bamboo tube was several times larger than the small bamboo tube next to the scroll. She shook the new bamboo tube and said to herself, "It seems there are still quite a few."

The students of Ruxing Hall all stared at each other. This is also Zhengguan Jingjingshui! ?

Zhu Weirui waved his sleeves, and a set of rosewood tea sets suddenly appeared on Zhao Rong's table, which was both ancient and restrained.

While everyone was stunned, she took out some clean water to wash her hands. Then, she arranged everything in an orderly manner, poured out some well water in the bamboo tube, and began to brew tea with an elegant posture.

The lingering fragrance soon filled the entire open space.

At this time, Zhu Weirui held the teapot by the handle, raised her white wrist, and poured the tea made from well water into the cup. White smoke rose up, and she lowered her head and sniffed it gently. Her face was instantly covered by the tea mist, and her cheeks seemed to be stained a little red by the rising hot air. Behind the hazy tea mist, there seemed to be a faint smile.

But soon the white mist dissipated and everyone came back to their senses. At this time, the glow on Zhu Weirui's face gradually faded away. She placed the teacup on the table, lightly pressed two fingers against the cup, and slowly pushed the cup in front of Zhao Rong.

"Tzuyu, try it. It shouldn't get stuck in your teeth."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Yu Huaijin and the students of Ruxing Hall: "???"