Now that the tasks and rewards had been discussed, Zhao Rong discussed the details with Zhu Yourong.

However, Zhao Rong had been asking for a specific number of cups of well water for making tea as a reward. Zhu Yourong hesitated a little and said that he would try his best to get it, but there was no fixed number and no guarantee for him.

Zhao Rong thought about it and didn't force it, so he agreed.

At this time, in the flower garden, he thought for a while and then said slowly:

"One more thing. I can teach, and I promise not to be perfunctory. But what if the students below don't obey me? Many of them are older than me, so it's inevitable. What's worse, some of them are directly perfunctory. What should I do?"

Zhu Yourong nodded and chuckled:

"If the situation is really serious, you can come directly to Yilanxuan and tell me. However, in order to facilitate your teaching, I will ask the seniors in your school to cooperate with you and assist you in the class."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Yourong turned to look at Yu Huaijin who had remained silent.

"Xuan Ji, the other five seniors have not yet arrived. Are they in the waiting pavilion?"

Yu Huaijin remained silent for a while under the gaze of the Confucian-clad woman, then raised his head and said respectfully, "Yes, teacher, Brother Han and Brother Gu came early in the morning and are waiting in the pavilion."

On the side, Zhao Rong nodded slowly.

Zhu Yourong stood up and said with a smile: "Ziyu, Xuanji, let's go and meet them together. I believe they will be satisfied with this arrangement and can solve the previous problems..."

About an incense stick later, we arrived at the waiting pavilion beside the gate of Yilanxuan.

Zhu Yourong, Zhao Rong, Yu Huaijin and five other seniors were all present.

It was just that a little girl in blue saw Zhao Rong from a distance not long ago and ran away. In her words, it was a tactical avoidance.

But at this time, no one in the pavilion cared about her absence because there were more important things to do.

Gu Yiwu was tilting his head, staring blankly at the student named Zhao Ziyu, looking him up and down carefully, as if he had just met him.

Just now, Mr. Zhu introduced this person again in front of them, but this time, it was different from when Yu Huaijin introduced him casually just now. In addition to Mr. Zhu's intimate tone, what he said immediately afterwards made the five seniors look shocked.

Is he Mr. Zhu's new assistant teacher for calligraphy? Will he be in charge of both schools?

Gu Yiwu suspected that he had heard it wrong. He looked around at the expressions of his classmates and found that he was not the only one who was a little skeptical.

"What do you think about this matter? Do you have any objections?" The woman's voice was clear and gentle.

Zhu Yourong looked around.

There was complete silence in the pavilion for a moment.

The six Mo Chi seniors were all silent.

Many people looked at each other, and then involuntarily cast their eyes on Yu Huaijin with some unclear meanings.

Normally, when something like this sounds a bit inappropriate, the Lord should be the first to stand up and righteously oppose it, and then they will follow suit. However, this time...

After a long while, the other seniors did not see Yu Huaijin take the lead as they were expecting.

The pavilion was still silent, and Zhu Yourong's smiling eyes moved over them.

Yu Huaijin held her hands, closed her eyes and remained silent, like a stone statue of a goddess standing on a cliff.

Several seniors gradually withdrew their gazes, except Han Wenfu, because compared to the fact that this guy named Zhao Ziyu suddenly became an assistant teacher, he was more concerned about whether Yu Huaijin had eaten the red fruit.

Han Wenfu was secretly very anxious, and he began to wish that Yu Huaijin really hated him and threw away the red fruit halfway... He must not eat it!

Zhu Yourong saw that several seniors including Gu Yiwu did not respond to her words, and did not seem to agree or disagree.

Zhu Yourong nodded slightly.

"Since there is no objection, then it is settled. From today on, Tzuyu will be the teaching assistant of the calligraphy class and will be responsible for two classes. The seniors assigned to the school must do their best to assist him in teaching. In class, seeing Tzuyu is like seeing me, the teacher."

The woman in the Confucian robe spoke seriously, then turned to Zhao Rong and said with a smile: "Ziyu, you have worked hard."

Zhao Rong shook his head with a calm expression.

Gu Yiwu and others could not help but glance at this young student. He rolled up his sleeves, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, with a look of neither joy nor anger. He stood on the left and right of Zhu Yourong, just like Yu Huaijin. For some reason, many people in the pavilion suddenly had a strange feeling. Except for Zhao Rong's tall body and Yu Huaijin's short stature, in other aspects, the two seemed to be a surprisingly good match.

Could it be the second Yu Huaijin... But when they met just now in the morning, he didn't look like that. But he actually dared to touch Yu Huaijin's whiskers and tease her with words. This person must be no simple person.

Gu Yiwu looked calm and thought to himself.

At this moment, Zhu Yourong raised her hand and tapped her fair forehead with her index finger. After thinking for a while, she smiled and said, "Why not leave Ruxing Hall and Xiudao Hall to Ziyu?"

Zhao Rong raised his brows slightly when he heard this. These are the two best schools among the six. As long as the seniors cooperate, it should be very convenient to lead them.

Yu Huaijin pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Han Wenfu's eyelids twitched and he glanced at Zhao Rong. The scene of Zhao Rong handing the cucumber to Yu Huaijin as if no one was around and the latter taking it flashed through his mind. Then, the red fruit that made him angry was also taken by her. Han Wenfu felt that... it was like she accepted it to save his face!

Zhu Yourong said solemnly, "I believe Ziyu can lead well. Xuanji, Han Wenfu, what do you think? And Ziyu, what about you?"

Zhao Rong said softly, "Mr. Zhu, I can do anything. You can arrange it."

Yu Huaijin, who was like a stone statue, finally moved. She tilted her head slightly and glanced at Zhao Rong. After a moment, she nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Zhu Yourong raised the corners of his lips, but at this moment!

"Sir, how about... changing one?" Han Wenfu suddenly said.

He turned around, looked at Zhao Rong with a bright smile, and said sincerely:

"My monastery is full of naughty students. I am helpless. They don't listen to my teaching. They can only be quiet and well-behaved under the supervision of the teachers in the academy during class. The same is true for calligraphy class. Therefore, I am afraid that Brother Zhao will be bullied by those guys and affect the teaching. So Mr. Zhu should be replaced. Brother Zhao, I am really sorry."

Han Wen smiled apologetically at Zhao Rong again.

Zhao Rong raised his head and glanced at him, then nodded with the same smile, "It's okay."

Everyone's eyes were on the two of them.

Gu Yiwu curled his lips slightly. You are the one who is fooling the students in the monastic hall. However, Brother Yu did not refuse this unreliable thing. Didn't she always attach importance to the results of the mid-month exam? Are you not going to fight for it?

How is it possible... Gu Yiwu shook his head imperceptibly, and then couldn't help but look at the old-fashioned woman who had been silent since she arrived.

"Is that so?" Zhu Yourong looked at Han Wenfu, whose smile was helpless yet sincere.

She nodded slowly.

"Then let's change one. Ruxingtang has been confirmed first, so that counts as one. As for the rest, let me take a look..."

Zhu Yourong looked around at the other four seniors in the pavilion.

Many of the latter quickly looked away or lowered their heads to stare at the ground, avoiding her sight.

Zhu Yourong thought for a moment, "Guangye Hall?"

Li Wenyuan's mouth twitched and he quickly waved his hand, then apologized to Zhu Yourong and Zhao Rong and gave another explanation, which was roughly the same as Han Wenfu's excuse just now.

Zhu Yourong frowned slightly, "Chengxin Hall?"

A senior who was staring at his toes, as if trying to see a flower, trembled his shoulders, coughed a few times, and also sighed in refusal. He also wanted to explain a few words, but Zhu Yourong shook his head at him, "Nothing."

Then, she looked away and looked at the next senior from Soshido.

Seeing that everyone else refused, Han Wenfu glanced at Zhao Rong.

Gu Yiwu suddenly said, "Sir, how about I go to Justice Hall?"

Everyone around was stunned. Is there anyone coming over?

Zhao Rong, who had been waiting boredly, was somewhat surprised. He looked up at Gu Yiwu and blinked.

Zhu Yourong was also slightly startled. She let go of the senior from Chongzhi Hall who had already shaken his head and refused to explain, and smiled at Gu Yiwu, "Zhengyi Hall? Hmm. That's great."

Several other seniors couldn't help but look at Gu Yiwu sideways, a bit like... looking at a fool.

Gu Yiwu raised his hand and touched the back of his head, met their gaze, grinned, and said nothing.

Zhu Yourong put his hands behind his back, smiled at Gu Yiwu, and nodded slightly, quite satisfied.

"Then it's settled. One is the Lawfulness Hall and the other is the Justice Hall. From today until the end of the mid-month exam, the two classes will be taught by assistant teacher Tzuyu. The other four classes will still be taught by me, sir. Hmm, I guess this should give us more time." She blinked, a smile on her face, "But, thank you, Tzuyu."

Zhao Rong clasped his fists and said sincerely, "Mr. Zhu, you are too polite. I will do my best to help you and serve you students!"

Yu Huaijin couldn't help but turn his head and look at the two people singing, quite speechless.

Why are you so in sync?

The other people in the pavilion didn't understand what was going on and thought it was true. Their eyes towards Zhao Rong also changed and became more respectful.

Afterwards, Zhu Yourong talked with Zhao Rong and other seniors about the specific arrangements.

Soon after the end, everyone in the pavilion prepared to disperse.

Seeing that nothing was wrong, Zhao Rong also raised his foot to leave.

At this time, Zhu Yourong looked around the pavilion and didn't see the figure of a wild girl. She frowned slightly, faced outside the pavilion, and gently scolded, "Wild girl, why don't you come out?"

The crowd who were about to leave stopped and looked around curiously.

There was silence for a moment inside and outside the waiting pavilion. Suddenly, a girl in blue clothes slowly walked out from a dense bush of flowers on the right side of the pavilion. Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Jingzi.

However, in everyone's eyes, this usually unruly girl looked a little different.

Jingzi walked into the pavilion with a cup of hot tea in both hands and her head drooped.

When Han Wenfu, Gu Yiwu and others looked stunned.

She walked straight towards somewhere, and everyone quickly moved aside to make way for her.

Jingzi walked past them with her head down, seemingly ignoring these guys, but her ears were still red. She held the tea in both hands, walked in front of Zhao Rong, looked up at him, then quickly lowered her head, and under Zhu Yourong's serious gaze, she respectfully handed the tea to him with both hands.

Jingzi whispered, "Mr. Zhao...Mr. Zhao, please have some tea. It was Jingzi's fault before. Jingzi apologizes. I hope...I hope you will forgive me and don't take it to heart."

The air in the pavilion fell silent for a moment.

Gu Yiwu, Han Wenfu and others carefully looked at the girl in blue who was apologizing softly. Was this really the girl who opened the door for them in a bad mood this morning?

Zhao Rong looked at Zhu Yourong helplessly, shook his head slightly, and signaled with his eyes.

But Zhu Yourong also shook her head, pursed her lips and remained silent, her eyes fixed on the cup of tea.

Zhao Rong was slightly startled, and his gaze lingered on the cup of tea in front of him for a moment.

It’s a cup of orchid tea, but the teacup... is made of rosewood.

Zhao Rong understood immediately and no longer hesitated to refuse. He stretched out his hands, took the teacup directly, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. Then he put the teacup down and let out a long breath. The next second, his eyes lit up.

The fourth cup is the water from the Zhengguan well!

Under the gaze of the seniors around her, Jingzi carefully took the empty teacup, then looked up at Zhao Rong eagerly.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses from his inner vision, looked down at this scene, shook his head and laughed.

"It's all in the past. I've forgotten it a long time ago. Don't take it to heart."

Jingzi breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Zhao Rong with complicated eyes, and nodded her head vigorously.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at Zhu Yourong.

The lady in Confucian robes had a peaceful and calm face, but it seemed as if something outside was attracting her. She did not look at Zhao Rong, but looked away and looked outside. However, her earlobes were stained with some bright red rouge, just like her previous quiet face.

Yu Huaijin, who had been silently paying attention to her teacher and strictly guarding against Zhao Rong, frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt on her face. She moved her eyes back and forth, looking carefully at the teacher and student.

What kind of tacit understanding is this?

The old-fashioned woman's frown lasted for a long time.

…

Soon, after Jingzi served tea and apologized to Zhao Rong and Zhao Rong accepted it, the people who came today left Yilanxuan one after another.

As the group walked out of the courtyard gate and began to disperse, Gu Yiwu suddenly turned around, walked over to Zhao Rong, clasped his fists and saluted, "From now on, I will trouble you, Brother Zhao."

Zhao Rong stopped to return the greeting and waved his hand, "Nothing, I should thank Brother Gu."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

At this time, Yu Huaijin, who was not far away, stopped walking. She stood still for a while, then turned around and walked over. After saluting, she looked at Zhao Rong and said sternly, "I'll trouble you from now on, Brother Zhao."

Zhao Rong suddenly turned around, "Wait, what did you call me?"

Yu Huaijin frowned, "Brother Zhao?"

"No, ahem."

"Zi...Brother Yu?"

"No."

Yu Huaijin thought for a moment, "Zhao Rong?"

Zhao Rong also frowned when he heard that. Then, he put one hand behind his back, clenched the other hand and placed it in front of his abdomen. He raised his head slightly and at a certain moment, glanced at the old-fashioned woman beside him with a blank expression and looked very serious.

Yu Huaijin: “…”

Gu Yiwu: “…”

Yu Huaijin understood. She took a deep breath, and then another deep breath. She immediately bowed and said word by word: "Then... Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhao!"

"Xuanji, Xuanji, I've told you so many times, don't be so polite." Mr. Zhao's face changed, he stretched out his hand to support her, smiled and shook his head, sighing, "This kid, really."

Yu Huaijin: “???”

Gu Yiwu, who was watching and witnessing this scene of harmonious teacher-student relationship, couldn't help laughing, and looked at a certain old-fashioned woman with a curious look.