The afternoon passed quickly.

Zhao Rong, along with a group of students from Ruxingtang, left the library and returned to Mochi Academy.

From the distant mountains and forests came the dull sound of an ancient bell.

It also means that this afternoon's calligraphy class has ended.

On the way, the students of Shuexingtang were quite lively, with sounds of conversation, playfulness and joking intertwined.

Zhao Rong, who was walking in front, looked back.

Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, talking and laughing.

Although it seems like I didn’t learn anything in this calligraphy class and I just watched the fun, but isn’t this still a reason for being in a good mood?

Although Ruxing Hall is one of the best schools among the six schools in Mochi, most of the students in the hall are good students in some sense.

But it is also nice to be able to relax and unwind in an art class. Is this happy education?

Some students looked at someone's back and felt a little better.

Even if someone's original intention was not to take them to play...

In addition, there is another reason why the atmosphere is so lively at this time.

That means the holiday is here again.

Tomorrow.

Therefore, anyone with a little academic experience knows that the afternoon before the holiday is, in a sense, a more comfortable time than the holiday itself.

Especially when school is over, like now.

Because you can freely envision your plans.

And if the last class happened to be similar to the useless "Physical Education Class" that Zhao Rong had in his previous life...

Well, double the happiness, those who understand will understand.

Those who have experienced it all say it is good.

At this moment, Zhao Rong, who was walking in front of the crowd with his hands behind his back, thought of this and felt that he had a deep understanding of the feelings of his classmates behind him.

After all, I am an old student.

Zhao Rong raised the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't help but look back at the happy smiles of his classmates, feeling emotional.

I will protect this smile.

Zhao Rong said with a smile:

"Everyone, please be quiet. Tomorrow is a day off. I see that the other gentlemen have not assigned any homework. Your vacation may be too monotonous and boring. How about this? I will assign some homework based on the situation. Since you are free anyway, you can just write something casually."

Originally, the students of Shuixingtang were looking around, chatting and laughing in groups of three or five.

They might plan to meet secretly on holidays, or go hiking in autumn, or take a break from their busy lives, or team up to experience the fun of "cuju" that just came from the mountain.

But it fell with someone's smiling words.

The noisy crowd was still noisy for three breaths, and then gradually quieted down.

All the students looked sideways, slightly stunned, at the smiling face of a guy who was going to add some color to their boring vacation.

The words just now made them feel extremely uncomfortable.

Many students' smiles froze.

Wu Peiliang couldn't help but speak first: "Mr. Zhao... Mr. Zhao, what do you mean by 'it depends on the situation'?"

Zhao Rong looked at Pei Niang, who was always the most active, with admiration and nodded:

"It's a good question, not too long. Go back and write one word and hand it in next class."

The students of Ruexingtang looked at each other in bewilderment.

Wu Peiliang felt even more uneasy. He still had to go back home on his day off, so he didn't have the time to waste on the homework assigned by this cheap teacher.

Besides... Wu Peiliang doesn't believe even a single punctuation mark in someone's words.

He glanced at Zhao Rong's expression and spoke in a vigilant tone.

"Is it really just one word? Mr. Zhao, first of all, when you say 'one word', do you mean in terms of number or category? If it is in terms of category, what word is it, and how many times should it be written?"

Wu Peiliang cleverly seized the loophole in someone's words and broke it down and asked in detail.

As we all know, sometimes we can only believe three-quarters of what teachers say, and we must be prepared to reinterpret it again.

"Um?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but take another closer look at the student in front of him who looked a little feminine but seemed to be quick-witted.

He gave Wu Peiliang a look that said "this kid is teachable" and nodded.

"I was just about to say that. It's a very simple word... Yong, the fresh and timeless Yong, with only five strokes. As for the number of times, you don't need to write too many. Just set a small goal and write a thousand of them and hand them in next class."

After hearing the word "small goal", many students of Suixingtang's eyelids jumped.

One thousand? This is ground into powder after spreading the paper. When writing on calligraphy rice paper, you can tell it’s not just a little bit.

Some students sighed.

However, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

The next calligraphy class at Suixingtang seems to be in a few days, so there is no rush and I can finish it slowly.

At least tomorrow, which is a holiday, can be continued as usual, right?

Wu Peiliang nodded secretly in his heart. He turned back and exchanged glances with his classmates, then turned around and said tentatively:

"Mr. Zhao, are you sure these are all there is?"

Zhao Rong nodded. "If there are more, I'm afraid you guys won't be able to handle it. These are all we have."

As he spoke, he seemed a little embarrassed for taking up everyone's spare time.

Wu Peiliang glanced at Zhao Rong's expression several times, nodded slowly, and said nothing more.

Zhao Rong suddenly said to Yu Huaijin:

"Xuan Ji, send the word 'Yong' that I wrote."

The latter originally looked at Zhao Rong with some hesitation in speaking, but upon hearing what he said, she took out the thick stack of rice paper that Zhao Rong had handed to her before class and started distributing it.

The students of Ruexingtang took their paper-thinned papers one after another. When they looked closely, they saw a neatly written character "永" (eternal) on it.

At the same time, the paper also comes with individual strokes that have been disassembled, and there are also a few lines of clear and powerful small regular script below as key notes.

It can be said that no matter how big or small the matter is, it is taken care of.

There are no less than a hundred words on this piece of rice paper, all in someone's familiar handwriting, which makes people who view it feel pleasing to the eye.

If we ignore other things and just talk about calligraphy, the students of Suixing Hall are truly convinced of this "Mr. Zhao". It has been like this since he first overwhelmed all the students with the word "correct". Even someone as picky as Wu Peiliang cannot dispute this point.

Li Xueyu spread out the rice paper with both hands, lowered her head, and looked carefully at these beautiful words with wide eyes. She was dazed from time to time, with a thoughtful look on her little face.

Xiao Hongyu, who was standing aside, was also looking at the words on the rice paper while at the same time looking at Zhao Rong, who was smiling silently.

I feel that being able to write well is sometimes just as important as having a good appearance, which makes people like you at first sight.

Moreover, Mr. Zhu favors him very much...

Xiao Hongyu glanced at Zhao Rong again.

Just when she was wandering.

Zhao Rong saw that everyone had received the rice paper he had copied all night last night, and said softly:

"Each of you get one copy. Take it and copy it tonight. Think carefully about how to write the character '永' well... Give it to me in the next class. This character is mysterious, and I will explain it to you next class as well."

"Yes, sir."

The students of Ruexingtang responded one after another.

Then the crowd became lively again.

At this moment, Yu Huaijin came to Zhao Rong.

She held her hands and said with a straight face:

"Brother Zhao, don't forget to make up for the lessons tomorrow. The mid-month exam is coming up soon, so don't be careless. Tomorrow morning, you and Brother Fan will wait for me at Dongli Cottage. I may have something to do first..."

It was almost the end of the get out of class, so she changed her address and no longer addressed someone as Mr.

The students at Ruexing Hall spoke in lower voices and listened eavesdropped.

Many of the students laughed secretly.

He also assigned us homework. It turns out that Mr. Zhao also needs extra lessons... What a cycle of fate.

Wu Peiliang chuckled.

Zhao Rong turned to look at Yu Huaijin and listened to her for a while. Then, as if he remembered something, he suddenly interrupted:

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing... What a coincidence, I also have to give you guys extra lessons."

Yu Huaijin: “…”

Wu Peiliang and the students of Ruxing Hall: "???"

Make up lessons...tomorrow?

Wait, the students of Ruxingtang realized that the next class would be tomorrow! And the homework would also be due tomorrow?

Zhao Rong sighed and spoke to himself.

"Like Xuanji said, the mid-month exam is coming soon, but our progress in Ruxing Hall is a bit slow, so we will make up for it tomorrow morning, so I'd like to trouble you to put other things aside for now... Well, Senior Yu, don't forget the rest of you, don't be late."

He glanced at the old-fashioned woman whose expression was a little...stunned, then looked around at his classmates who had their eyes wide open, serious.

The originally bustling crowd fell silent, and the air gradually became still.

Everyone had a blank expression on their faces.

Teacher Zhao, you are not a human being.