Danger!

Zhao Rong was very alert, but he was not willing to surrender at this time and fell into a disadvantage with Zhu Yourong.

He raised his hands to cover his head, leaned back hard, looked at her vigilantly, and spoke righteously.

"Zhu Yourong, seeing that you are older and a woman, I respected you and was polite, so I just gave in. But you are so proud of yourself, aren't you? Are you addicted to beating me?"

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and raised his right hand in front of his abdomen. "Besides, a gentleman uses words instead of fists. You..."

He paused for a moment, glanced at the half-smiling look of the woman in scholar's robe in front of him, and the shaky paper in her bare hands, and swallowed his words back.

But Zhao Rong still looked indignant.

"Okay, I finally understand. You abandoned your title of gentleman just to set up an ambush for me today. What the hell am I worthy of?"

Zhu Yourong leaned against the table and tilted her head to look at Zhao Rong. Seeing that he was frustrated at this moment, she slightly opened her eyes, the corners of her eyes were about to curl up, and her fierce face and the complex expression mixed with some disappointment almost collapsed.

Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong and nodded slightly in his heart.

I thought he was always calm and composed, even when he occasionally acted out of character, he remained composed.

It turns out that he can be anxious too... This is... a little cute.

Zhao Rong had no idea that he would be labeled with these shameful and strange labels by the woman in front of him who was "not a gentleman, using her hands and mouth".

He was indignant at this time, and his tone was unconvinced as he accused Zhu Yourong of crimes.

"Zhu Yourong, I finally understand. All the hardships I've suffered since I entered the academy are due to you. Your little servant likes to fight, and your beloved disciple also likes to fight. It seems that all these fine traditions passed down from you have been carried forward by me?"

Zhu Yourong was slightly stunned. Hearing this, she gritted her teeth, took a breath and thought for a while, then glanced at Zhao Rong's face.

The woman in Confucian robes asked tentatively, "Thank you for the compliment?"

"..." Zhao Rong put down his hand and straightened his back, "You..."

In just a moment, before he could say anything, the light board rolled up with the manuscript fell to the ground.

Bang——!

Zhao Rong quickly covered his forehead again and looked at her in disbelief, "Zhu Yourong!"

Gritting his teeth, he spoke every word.

"Calling me teacher is disrespectful." Zhu Yourong frowned, stretched out a slender finger, and poked Zhao Rong's forehead, but not hard, and avoided the slightly red area that had just been tapped.

But Zhao Rong didn't notice so much. He frowned and said, "Didn't we say that we are friends in private as equals?"

Zhu Yourong waved the board in her hand and said, "You also know that you should treat your peers as equals. If you continue like this, you will be riding on my head."

Zhao Rong was about to speak but stopped.

Bang——!

Zhu Yourong patted his forehead again, then raised her hand, opened it, and held up five fingers.

Then, she tilted her head slightly to think about it, and put her thumb down again.

Four fingers raised.

"You were the one who was being sarcastic to me just now." At this moment, Zhu Yourong put a jade finger under the board and started to settle the accounts.

Zhao Rong stared blankly at the remaining three slender jade fingers, "..."

The next second, he moved suddenly and flashed back, but.

Bang——!

Very quickly, and still accurately hit the target.

"This time, I'm going to hit you, Tzuyu, you have no respect for your elders. You don't regard me as your teacher... you're looking at me with your eyes."

She pulled off one of her jade fingers, leaving two standing upright.

Zhao Rong stiffened his neck, refusing to yield, and said with a steely heart, "Zhu Yourong, I suspected that you were looking at me. If you weren't looking at me, your student, how would you know that I was looking at you, your teacher?"

"Well, that makes sense." Looking at the hero in front of him, Zhu Yourong nodded slowly.

Bang——!

"You are just talking nonsense. It's the same heresy as before. Tzuyu is asking for a beating again. Well, this one doesn't count. You got it for nothing because you talked back."

In front of Zhao Rong's eyes, there were still two jade fingers standing upright.

"???"

Zhao Rong discovered sadly that he could not dodge her board. No matter where he hid in the house, Zhu Yourong would appear beside him in the next second and hand him the board in an elegant manner.

Bang——!

Zhu Yourong said slowly:

"This time, I'm trying to punish you for misinterpreting the words of the Great Sage Teacher. He said that women are difficult to raise, and then there's another sentence 'If you get close to them, they will be disrespectful; if you stay away from them, they will complain.' You clearly knew that, but you still took it out of context. The women here refer to the wives and concubines of the 'master'... I'm your teacher."

Two slender jade fingers slowly put down one, and then, the next second, the other one slowly rose up again.

"No, this doesn't count. We have to add more."

With a snap, his forehead came into close contact with the paper roll again. Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and stared at Zhu Yourong.

"Hmm?" She narrowed her eyes slightly.

Zhao Rong looked away angrily.

"Yeah." Zhu Yourong nodded with satisfaction. One jade finger was pulled off, leaving only the last one. Zhu Yourong waved it in front of Zhao Rong, who turned his head away and ignored her.

He looks a little bit cocky.

Zhao Rong gnashed his teeth and said, "If you want to kill me, do it now. If I frown, blink, or swallow my saliva, I am not Zhao Ziyu!"

Zhu Yourong stared at the man in front of him who refused to bow to the evil forces, and nodded.

Bang——!

So he acted more decisively and gave the hero a quick death.

The last slender index finger that was standing up was finally put down.

Zhu Yourong held the paper in her hand, with her hands behind her back, and stood at the table with her chest and head held high. She glanced at Zhao Rong with her willow eyes, snorted, and explained:

"Now, humph, Tzuyu, you actually said that the teacher is older, how am I older? I'm still very small!"

"Huh???" Zhao Rong was startled when he heard that. He turned his head and stared at the soft breasts of the woman in Confucian clothes who looked like a teacher.

The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but mutter, "Is this still too young?"

Did people say so?

Zhu Yourong, who was putting on airs and looking away with her hands behind her back, raised her eyebrows when she heard Zhao Rong's rebuttal.

She turned around and glared at Zhao Rong, "It's only been a short while since I turned 60. I'm definitely not that old. Don't talk nonsense. I'm still very young!"

"Ah?" Zhao Rong was half-believing and half-doubting. He thought for a moment, "Half a century... is not a small number. This..."

"Hmm?" Zhu Yourong leaned forward, squinted at Zhao Rong, and gritted his teeth.

Zhao Rong could clearly hear the crunching sound between the teeth even from a distance.

She was aggressive and had a ferocious expression. If she raised her two paws, she would look like a fierce warrior.

Seeing Teacher Zhu in front of her looking furious, Zhao Rong had no doubt that if he dared to shake his head again, she would pounce on him and bite him in a good spot in the next second.

"Hero" Zhao Rong blinked and nodded quickly, like pounding garlic.

"Not big, not big, definitely not big..."

The woman in Confucian robes puffed out her chest and looked at the submissive Zhao Rong with her bright eyes, nodding with satisfaction. On the issue of age, she argued with reason and did not back down.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and stared at the two cafeterias of a certain future enviable bastard that Zhu Yourong mentioned were not big at all and very small. He swallowed and some of his common sense in his mind was slightly shaken.

Teacher Zhu, are you sure there is no illegal overbuilding? Half a century, this scale is really not big at all?

I am not well educated, please don't lie to me...

"Even if it's not big, it looks very tired..." Zhao Rong couldn't help but argue in a low voice.

Zhu Yourong was startled: "???!!!"

Her eyes opened wide and she turned her head suddenly to glare at him.

When Zhao Rong saw this, his eyelids twitched and he suddenly woke up... and reacted.

At this time, the two looked at each other.

You look at me and I look at you.

Staring at each other.

Time ticks by.

The air in front of the desk fell into extreme silence for a moment.

Even though Zhao Rong had trained himself to be extremely thick-skinned, he still felt so embarrassed.

Ahem, what we said, should, probably, possibly, maybe... is not right! It is 100%, the same thing... right?

If this doesn't match, Zhao Rong has no doubt that not only will he be in trouble today, but he won't even be able to get water from the Zhengguan Well, let alone ask Zhu Yourong to make tea for him. It's estimated that he will probably have to make a soup.

The next moment.

Zhao Rong's brows suddenly relaxed, his face suddenly enlightened, he stared at Zhu Yourong sincerely, and said in a serious tone:

"I was just thinking the wrong thing, Yourong. You have only just passed half a century, but you have already reached the level of a half-step Nascent Soul. Compared to that, your age is indeed not that big, not at all. Sister Yourong, you are still very young!"

Zhao Rong spoke in a gentle voice and nodded in affirmation.

Zhu Yourong had no expression on his face.

At this time, she no longer had her hands behind her back, but instead crossed her arms over her chest, listening quietly without saying a word. Her willow eyes carefully examined Zhao Rong's expression.

Seems to be looking for something.

But the latter's expression was very sincere.

"Tzuyu, do you really think so?"

Zhu Yourong's voice was calm.

The iron-willed man who had been muttering "If you frown, you're not Zhao Ziyu" could not help but frown and said, "Isn't this simple common sense in the mountains?"

Zhu Yourong was silent for a long time before she turned her eyes away from him.

She raised her chin slightly, narrowed her eyes, looked out the window where the sun was shining, and suddenly asked, "By the way, what did Tzuyu call me just now?"

Zhao Rong said decisively, "Teacher Zhu."

Without any hesitation.

The hero who was so strong before finally bowed to the evil forces before him.

At the table, the lady in Confucian clothes suddenly reached out and touched Zhao Rong's head. Her eyes curved, her red lips curled up slightly, and she nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, Ziyu."

At the same time, she gently rubbed his broad forehead, which was slightly red from being slapped, with the slightly cool skin of her palm.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but twitch his eyes when he was suddenly touched on the head.

He resisted an impulse and prepared to lean back and break free from this shameful posture...

Squeak——!

The door was pushed open from the outside, accompanied by a surprised voice.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Zhu Yourong: "..."

Zhao Rong: “…”