It’s the middle of the night, in the small building by the east fence.

The lights in the north room were still on.

Inside the house, behind a screen with a landscape painting, there was white mist and the vague outline of a bathtub and a human figure.

Zhao Rong's hair was wet, his hands were placed on the edge of the bucket, his head tilted back, and a neatly folded white towel was placed on his forehead, covering half of his face.

In the hazy white smoke, the curve of his mouth was full of ease.

At some point, some faint bell sounds were heard outside the house.

clang--

Crash——

Zhao Rong shuddered and leaned his upper body forward suddenly, splashing water. The white towel fell and was subconsciously caught by a hand.

He turned his head and looked around, then rubbed his eyebrows with his other hand.

"How come I almost fell asleep again... It was the same thing when I was stimulating my belt meridian just now."

Zhao Rong muttered something and frowned, but his brows relaxed the next second.

Just last night, he took advantage of the momentum from drinking the fourth cup of Zhengguan Well water during the day and made a concerted effort to impact the fifth of the eight extraordinary meridians in his body, the Dai Meridian. He succeeded in striking the meridian and felt a little tired, so he took a bath. Unexpectedly, he almost fell asleep again.

I feel a little sleepy, what's going on... Zhao Rong is already a valiant warrior who is about to reach the Fuyao realm, and now he is showing a trend of transforming into a powerful physique of an alien demon. In the past, it was common for him to not sleep for half a decade. He just needed to meditate and practice on time every day, not to mention now.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been busy lately and I’ve consumed too much energy?

Zhao Rong shook his head and stood up from the bathtub. A red snake appeared in his meridians... No, it should be said to be a "fire dragon". The fire dragon turned rapidly and traveled a thousand miles in an instant.

As the Qi circulation continued, astonishing heat was emitted from his body, and the mist behind the screen became even thicker. Soon, the water stains on his body were evaporated, and there was no need to wipe them.

Zhao Rong raised his hand and tied his hair casually, put on an autumn coat that was knitted by Qingjun Su's hands, and went to study at night.

By the way... I also need to think about how to be Mr. Zhao tomorrow.

…

The stars move and the sun rises.

In the morning, in Mochi Academy, in Suixing Hall.

The classroom is full of students.

At this time, it was a little quiet in Suixing Hall. It was just that the first class not long ago was a painting class, and the burly calligraphy teacher with a long beard just left a few breaths ago. Now it was break, but the hall was surprisingly quiet, in sharp contrast to the noisy noises of students from other schools passing by outside the hall.

Many students of Suixingtang could not help but look backwards, at the person sitting next to Fan Yushu at the rear left.

Wu Peiliang's face was as gloomy as water. He put away the painting materials on the desk, and after a few pauses, he finally finished. He let out a long breath and turned to look like his classmates around him.

Just after the morning reading, Yu Huaijin came on stage to inform everyone of something.

At this moment, in the sight of a large group of students, the young student next to Fan Yushu, who usually did not wear a student's blue robe and was very conspicuous, was lowering his head to paint with a focused look, as if he had not noticed that he had become the focus of the whole hall, and was still doing his own thing.

Time passes quietly.

From the distant forest, which was already filled with autumn colors, came the dull sound of the ancient bell.

The time has come.

Zhao Rong, who was painting with his eyes lowered, slowly put down the brush in his hand and carefully looked at the scroll painting on the long table.

Unlike the boring music and art, although he was not proficient in painting before entering the academy, he became quite interested in it after studying for a few days. Among the three major categories of figures, landscapes, and flowers and birds, he especially liked painting figures.

Zhao Rong looked at the "Picture of Yiren Qingjun" on the table, was silent for a while, nodded, and shook his head. He felt that it was still not one tenth as beautiful as Qingjun in his eyes and heart.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong suddenly picked up the brush, rolled up his sleeves, dipped the brush in ink, and lightly touched a certain spot on the scroll about the lovely girl, dotting Qingjun's red lips.

He nodded slightly and put the pen down again.

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu, who was glancing at him along with everyone else, and said nothing. After the ink had dried, he gently put away his wife's scroll, then stood up and, in front of all the students, slowly walked up to the podium three steps above the ground.

Zhao Rong turned around suddenly.

There were pairs of eyes looking at me from the audience.

He faced the students of Ruxing Hall with a calm look in his eyes, and looked around the hall.

Zhao Rong raised his hand, straightened his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and looked down at the old-fashioned woman sitting somewhere in the front row.

Yu Huaijin stood up and bowed as usual, just like every other art class, and reported: "Mr. Zhao, all the students of Suixing Hall have arrived and can attend class at any time."

Zhao Rong nodded, but... still did not move.

The atmosphere in Shuexing Hall became peaceful.

Yu Huaijin frowned slightly, turned his head to look at the students behind him, found nothing unusual, then turned back to look at Zhao Rong with a questioning look in his eyes.

Zhao Rong stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless, except... for a second he glanced down at the teacup on the table. That was the thirst-quenching tea prepared for the art teacher in every art class.

As for who usually does it.

Shake

The slight sound of tables and chairs knocking against each other seemed very loud in the quiet Suixing Hall.

In the sight of the students in the room.

Yu Huaijin had already stood up, his back straight, and walked onto the stage with his hands raised.

Expressionless.

Below the stage, Fan Yushu, who was sitting in the last row, quietly gave Zhao Rong a thumbs up.

Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyu looked at each other.

Yu Huaijin went up to the stage and walked to the podium belonging to the gentlemen. He looked up at Zhao Rong, then lowered his head slightly. His pair of white jade hands picked up the white porcelain tea set, washed it, and poured hot tea.

Zhao Rong looked closely at the old-fashioned woman in front of him who had pressed him to play the piano and paint not long ago, and saw that her hands were moving meticulously.

This hand is really white, especially when placed next to the white porcelain tea set.

He raised his brows slightly.

However, it really hurts to be hit with a ruler.

Thinking of this, the next second, Zhao Rong suddenly stretched out his hands behind his back and grabbed the two-finger-wide bamboo ruler on the table.

Yu Huaijin, who was pouring tea, paused for a moment, then continued without looking up.

Zhao Rong raised the ruler and looked at the old-fashioned woman who was respectfully pouring tea, while glancing at her and nodding from time to time, as if he was sure that this was the culprit who beat him a few days ago. He just didn't know whether he was thinking about the ruler or Yu Huaijin.

Yu Huaijin's eyelids slightly narrowed.

"Mr. Zhao, please have some tea."

Finally, the cup of hot tea was poured. Yu Huaijin put on a stern face and respectfully placed the tea on the table in front of Zhao Rong. Then, he looked up at him without saying a word.

Zhao Rong looked at her for a while, then suddenly put down his hand that was holding the ruler, nodded gently, and said with a bright smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Xuanji."

Yu Huaijin lowered his eyes and asked, "Mr. Zhao, do you have anything else to say?"

Zhao Rong picked up the teacup, took a sip, and shook his head slightly.

Yu Huaijin didn't move and still stood in front of the table.

"It's a bit astringent..." Zhao Rong muttered, then slowly put down the teacup and nodded.

"have."

He smiled softly, "Xuan Ji, can you please smile for me, sir? Women who keep a straight face all day long are not attractive at all and will age prematurely."

Yu Huaijin had a blank expression on his face.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and added, "If you're like this... you'll be even less likely to get married."

Yu Huaijin clenched his small hands, which were hidden by the wide sleeves, suddenly.

She took a deep breath, stared at the sincere smile of the man in front of her who was worried about his student's life, and then she calmed down and said word by word: "Mr. Zhao, please respect yourself."

Zhao Rong's smile disappeared in an instant, and he stretched out the ruler in his hand towards Yu Huaijin without saying a word.

He looked at her calmly.

Yu Huaijin narrowed his eyes suddenly.

The two looked at each other.

All the students in the classroom stared blankly at this sudden turn of events.

Below the stage, Fan Yushu took a deep breath. He had just seen his friend on stage taking revenge in public for personal gain. While he felt relieved, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked by the scale of the incident. He almost took in all the air in the hall.

Similar to Fan Yushu are Xiao Hongyu, Li Xueyu, Wu Peiliang and others.

At this moment.

Yu Huaijin suddenly glanced at the ruler in front of him, and the next moment, he raised his right hand and silently... stretched out his palm.

All the students of Ruxingtang looked at the scene on the stage with shock.

Senior Yu was going to be spanked? Also, did she really let him do it? Did he really dare to do it?

When many people were stunned, countless questions flashed through their minds in an instant.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Rong who was handing over the board.

At the same time, Yu Huaijin lowered her head slightly, but her eyes, which seemed always calm in the past, raised up and stared at Zhao Rong, who was almost two heads taller than her. She pursed her lips tightly, and the blood disappeared from her lips, becoming a thin line.

Zhao Rong looked calmly at the old-fashioned woman in front of him, whose eyes showed some stubbornness but who still obediently stretched out his hand.

So, this is a case of the body being convinced but the heart not, it means 'you can have my body but you can never have my heart'?

But why does this young master want your heart?

Well, I don't want this skinny body, but this boring guy finally changed his expression, which is quite rare.

Amid countless gazes, Zhao Rong nodded slightly and shook the ruler in his hand up and down, in front of Yu Huaijin, above his hand.

At this moment, the air in the hall was deathly silent, and everyone even breathed cautiously.

On the podium, Yu Huaijin had one hand hanging by his side, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, and the other hand stretched straight out and spread out, revealing the clean, dazzling white palm of his hand, and above it was a thick, long, dark blue ruler.

The two are only a stone's throw away.

The board might fall with a crisp sound in the next second...

And the next second, the ruler did fall, and with a snap, but... it was not a heavy crisp sound, but a slight light sound.

The hand holding the ruler loosened, and the horizontal ruler fell freely, hitting the palm of a certain old-fashioned woman at a slightly slanted angle.

Yu Huaijin was stunned and caught the falling ruler. The rare anger on her face suddenly collapsed and disappeared. She looked at Zhao Rong with her lips slightly open, with some white marks on her lips.

The people below the stage were equally caught off guard, and looked in astonishment at the calm-faced man on the stage.

After Zhao Rong dropped the ruler, he withdrew his hands and put them behind his back again.

He looked at the dazed Yu Huaijin with a strange expression, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? I asked you to take a ruler, but you stretched out your hand and didn't move. Do you want me to hand it to you personally?"

Mr. Zhao shook his head and continued to say things that were difficult to understand, such as "this class of students is no good" and "this is the worst class I have ever taught".

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

After hearing Zhao Rong's words, they were still a little unresponsive.

Zhao Rong blinked, his expression still serious, but he couldn't help but secretly glance at Yu Huaijin's dazed look with white marks on his lips slightly open. Suddenly, he felt that this boring and old-fashioned guy, although he had a stern face and was serious all day long, but now when he was a little dazed like this... he seemed a little cute.

It's an illusion, it must be an illusion. In terms of stupidity and cuteness, the little one at home is ten blocks ahead of her.

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Yu Huaijin took a deep breath and came back to her senses. She looked down at the ruler in her hand. There was still warmth left on it from someone. Yu Huaijin paused for a moment, then looked up at Zhao Rong and spoke softly:

"You...Mr. Zhao, what are you doing?"

Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back, glanced at her, then turned sideways, looked at the students in the classroom, and said with a pout: "Take this ruler away, it's better to dig a hole outside and bury it. Sir, I don't want to see it, my class..."

“…It’s a joyful education.”

He looked sincere.

Yu Huaijin: “…”

She looked at Mr. Zhao from Happy Education's face, thought about it, and still felt a little worried, "Is there anything else, Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Rong raised his chin slightly towards her.

Yu Huaijin held the ruler horizontally, turned around and left, but she didn't really want to take it out to bury it. Instead, she returned to her seat in the front row and temporarily put the ruler on the table.

"Class." Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes.

Afterwards, Yu Huaijin stood up and led the students of Ruexingtang to salute Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong bowed in return, then he narrowed his eyes and looked at everyone, saying seriously, "It is your honor to take my class."

Students of Ruxing Hall: “???”

Zhao Rong picked up the teacup, took a sip slowly, put the cup down, and glanced at them.

"Of course, it's my pleasure."

The students' mouths twitched. Are you happy just joking?