It has been several days since Zhao Rong's first calligraphy class, and this is the third class.

The students of Suixing Hall felt that, barring any accidents, in the three calligraphy classes, including this one, Zhao Rong had spent the rest of the time taking them 'wandering' around Linlu Academy, except for a few simple pointers at the beginning when a few students asked about something.

It is called happy education.

Just do whatever makes you happy, right?

Many students were indignant and began to feel resentful.

Moreover, after Zhao Rong led everyone to stroll around for a class, he would assign a lot of homework before the get out of class ended. It was nothing more than copying some calligraphy he selected, and the scale of the homework was...

To be honest, it's a bit cruel.

As expected of an 'old student', he knows how to squeeze every drop out of everyone's spare time. But, Mr. Zhao, we are from the same root, so why are you so anxious to hurt me?

The atmosphere at Mochi Academy is relaxed on the outside but tight on the inside. For some art classes, there is no homework at all. The main thing is to make full use of the time in the classroom to provide heuristic teaching.

As for after-class study, it all depends on the students’ spontaneous learning and research.

Although it is relaxed, there is also a great degree of freedom. Most of those who can pass the assessment and enter Linlu Academy have good self-control and work hard after class. After all, they have the "seniors" and the "mid-month exam" to spur them forward.

However, if a person like Zhao Rong suddenly appears at this time, takes you for a stroll during class and says nothing, and after class, desperately arranges homework for you, most of which requires students to boringly copy calligraphy over and over again, and forces them to hand it in for inspection, would you be angry?

Anyway, the students of Ruxingtang feel that uncles are tolerable but aunts are not, unless... there is no unless, aunts are not tolerable!

Happy education, right? I see you are teaching happily and taking the lead in slacking off.

Some students looked dissatisfied.

Cong Cong——

At this moment, in the Chengcong Valley, the autumn sun is shining brightly and the clear music remains.

Mr. Zhao and his students were staring at each other in silence for a while, and no one spoke. The latter was probably choked by Zhao Rong's words not long ago.

Zhao Rong looked around at the students of Ruxingtang, including Yu Huaijin and Fan Yushu. His gaze lingered on the faces of some students for a moment, and he looked them all over.

He curled his lips slightly.

It seems that the effect of using Yu Huaijin, a senior student they all respected, to establish their authority during the first class a few days ago was not enough.

Just a few days later, there are signs of public doubts?

Is it that Yu Huaijin, the senior of Ruxing Hall, is not as respected and feared by the students of Ruxing Hall as Zhao Rong imagined, and the effect of his authority is not good, or is it that some kind of seed of "prejudice" has been deeply buried in the hearts of these classmates and students from the beginning and has taken root?

Zhao Rong didn't know.

I don't want to know.

Just take it orally.

At this moment, in the silence of the entire audience, Zhao Rong suddenly nodded, lowered his head and patted his sleeves, and said without raising his eyes: "As usual, everyone is free to move around, just don't disturb the senior brothers and sisters who are studying."

After he finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back again and walked towards the pavilion in the apricot forest by the water.

There was silence and no movement.

"Mr. Zhao."

At this moment, someone really spoke first, just as Mr. Zhao had expected.

Zhao Rong ignored him and continued walking forward.

"Mr. Zhao, please stay. I don't agree!"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, paused, and looked sideways. The figure of a feminine student who spoke appeared in his peripheral vision.

He nodded secretly.

You are worthy of being like this, Peiliang. You have never let me down before, even to the point of complaining.

“The students are not convinced.”

At this moment, Wu Peiliang walked out slowly from the crowd with a serious tone. In everyone's sight, he pursed his lips and knitted his brows, held his head high and held his chest high. His steps had a kind of awe-inspiring momentum that was not afraid of the power of the enemy, mixed with some resoluteness of "to die bravely", "a loyalty that will shine through history", and "I fall down but there are thousands more behind me".

Zhao Rong looked at Wu Peiliang with admiration.

When it comes to being in the limelight, you, Brother Peiliang, are the most active in being the first to take the lead. You always rush to do it, although there is probably no one competing with you for this thing. But just imagine that it is more decisive to stand out and be in the limelight, and you become more courageous as you face more setbacks. Not bad.

He sighed slightly, and felt a little sad, "How can I be worthy of teaching him?"

Wu Peiliang's expression was solemn and his voice was deep.

"Mr. Zhao, I have no intention of offending you. I am just speaking my mind and correcting your mistakes. Although the teacher is the most powerful in the classroom, the old master of the school also said that the teacher does not necessarily mean that he is right. If there are mistakes, we students should not be afraid of authority and correct them in time, so as to promote each other instead of just blindly following their advice."

He paused.

Zhao Rong was speechless when he heard this. He glanced at Wu Peiliang, who was carrying forward the fine traditions of Mochi Academy, and nodded.

Wu Peiliang sneered inwardly when he saw this. He raised his chin slightly, glanced at Zhao Rong, looked around at his classmates, and continued loudly:

"Of course, we are all educated people. We should talk about reason and everything should be discussed openly. Mr. Zhao, you must have your own reasons for taking us for a stroll during each class. You might as well talk about it and let everyone listen, instead of always having the final say and pressuring everyone and making us follow blindly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the students of Ruxingtang looked at each other, and then many people in the crowd responded with support.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked around. The voices in the crowd suddenly died down, but the expressions of those students still showed some resentment. He suddenly looked at Yu Huaijin, only to see that she was still the same, standing quietly aside with her hands folded and her eyes lowered. Zhao Rong nodded slightly. Unless he did something that disregarded the rules of the academy and the common etiquette, this senior Yu should be obedient in class.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and did not look at Wu Peiliang. Instead, he looked at the students of Shuexingtang, but finally spoke.

"Before I took you out for the first class, I already told you the reason once. Now I will tell you the second time, and for the last time."

He whispered:

"To learn calligraphy, one must first study hard, that is, study diligently and practice hard; second, one must understand, that is, be inspired by nature. Asking you to go back and copy excellent calligraphy is study hard. Now in class, I personally take you to travel around the mountains and rivers, just to seek a word of enlightenment after seeing a lot of things. In short, in calligraphy, the boring and hard practice of horizontal and vertical strokes, dots, strokes, and dots, and the little bit of inspiration when looking back suddenly, are both indispensable. The former is the bones and flesh, and the latter is the spirit. Only in this way can the characters come alive. Otherwise, it is useless without any of them. This is the right way to practice calligraphy in my eyes."

Zhao Rong glanced at the silent crowd and shook his head.

"Hey, I didn't even have to explain myself in the few classes I attended at Justice Hall next door, but I didn't see many opinions from the students there. They all followed my instructions. Some students even took the initiative to recommend interesting places to me, such as this Chengcong Valley. But when I got to our Ruxing Hall..."

He paused, but didn't say anything else. After all, Zhao Rong used to hate 'other people's children', but now... they smell really good.

"It's just like how Mr. He Si led us to listen to the beautiful sounds of heaven and earth. It's a very simple principle. Why can other gentlemen do it but I can't? Could it be that you have a problem with me?"

The field suddenly became quiet. Many students did not take the words seriously, but no one dared to look Zhao Rong in the eye.

Wu Peiliang frowned slightly. The music and painting masters took everyone out to study because of the art they taught. How could you, a writer, go out to collect folk songs?

Calligraphy has not even reached the Tao yet, how can it achieve enlightenment of the universe? Then don't try to learn from others, because you will end up with a dog instead of a tiger.

He suddenly smiled, took a step forward, bowed and said sincerely: "We all know what Mr. Zhao said about 'engineering' and 'understanding'. However, now that the mid-month exam is approaching, what we need most is the teacher's secret recipe for writing. Please don't hide your secrets and give me more guidance."

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids slightly, thinking that he had just wasted his words. They had agreed that as long as the body was healthy, oral administration would be fine. However, since they were students in the same class, he couldn't help but talk more...

Wu Peiliang was quite satisfied to see Zhao Rong just looking at him without saying anything. He must have been dumbfounded and speechless. He shook his head and glanced at Zhao Rong. Then teach him something useful and stop making excuses for being lazy in class. Or do you actually not know how to teach and are just dragging your feet? Then what's the point of having you? Just learn by yourself.

Everyone looked at 'Mr. Zhao'.

Zhao Rong turned to look at Wu Peiliang. He thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Wu Peiliang: “…”

He took a deep breath, then smiled and bowed, saying, "I dare not. Please don't change the subject, sir. Promise Peiliang and all my classmates not to keep secrets anymore."

A group of dissatisfied students from Ruxing Hall stared at a certain 'Mr. Zhao'.

Zhao Rong nodded and said nothing more. He raised his head to look at the sun, and suddenly turned his head to look at Yu Huaijin who was standing silently beside him.

The field fell silent for a moment.

Seeing this, everyone was puzzled and looked in the direction of his gaze curiously.

The old-fashioned woman who had been standing still with her hands in her hands was silent for a moment, then suddenly moved. She slowly stretched out her hands from her sleeves and pulled out a... ruler, a thick and long ruler as wide as two fingers. Yu Huaijin held it in her hand, with a stern face, and glanced at Wu Peiliang.

“???” Wu Peiliang.

The whole audience suddenly fell silent.