In the Ruxing Hall.

The two Confucian scholars' eyes met in the air.

One person had a calm expression, lowered his eyes and remained silent.

A man with a cold face and cold eyes.

Dozens of people were standing or sitting in silence.

In the Ruxing Academy, you can hear a pin drop.

In fact, Zhao Rong had already anticipated that there would be a high probability that something would go wrong in today's calligraphy class.

It's not that he can predict the future, but he has long been aware of some undercurrents in Ruexing Hall.

In fact, everything that happens has its own internal laws, and clues will be revealed in advance as long as you observe carefully.

This was another piece of teacher's classroom gossip that Zhao Rong had not attended the main class but had remembered.

The conflicts between him and most of the students in Ruxing Hall had actually been accumulating for a long time, and they were caused by a small prejudice at the beginning.

Then, this simple yet complex mustard seed of the mind slowly took root, sprouted, and grew vigorously in the hearts of most students in Shuxingtang.

Although the calligraphy class was calm on the surface, only a student named Wu was very energetic, jumping around from time to time, challenging the authority of Mr. Zhao...

But Zhao Rong knew that behind the energetic young man Wu Peiliang was a type of student.

A group of students who are dissatisfied with him.

Moreover, the contradiction...is getting bigger and bigger.

Zhao Rong saw this from the overall attitude reflected in the homework submitted by students from the two schools.

The latent contradictions seemed to be waiting for a day to evolve into a conflict of unknown extent.

But I don’t know in what form it will be presented.

Interesting, Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of many students from the Ruxing Hall around him, who seemed to be gloating over their misfortune.

Wu Peiliang, who had never disappointed Zhao Rong, did not disappoint him either and showed some eagerness to make some moves.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly.

Immediately, he stopped paying attention to these things and looked closely at Sima Duyi who suddenly broke into the stage.

In Linlu Academy, he holds a special status and can even be regarded as a potential candidate for the position of president.

Facing his gaze, Sima Du raised his eyelids.

However, Zhao Rong actually did not expect that the problem in this make-up class would be caused by the sudden appearance of Sima Duyi and would be caused by Li Xueyu.

But thinking back to when Sima Duyi asked just now, the students around him cast their gazes at him in unison and tacitly.

Zhao Rong was not too surprised.

It makes sense.

What had been expected happened as expected.

I just didn't guess this process...

now.

Zhao Rong and Sima Duyi were more than ten meters apart.

The two of them stood in silence.

The air became increasingly solidified.

Zhao Rong actually wanted to explain that he did not do anything rude or disrespectful to Miss Li.

Because Zhao Rong is not the kind of person who would just take the blame and suffer in silence.

However, the young Confucian scholar changed his mind.

I feel like what Sima Duyi just said seems to be correct.

It was indeed he who made Miss Li's face tired, her wrists sore and red, and her fingers trembling.

It was he who did it. He kept Miss Li busy all night, with her little hands never stopping for a moment.

Zhao Rong looked at Sima Duyi frankly.

It's almost like 'Okay, you're right' is written on his face.

Sima Du looked at Zhao Rong coldly for a while, then suddenly spoke, but his words surprised him a little.

"Your name is Zhao Ziyu?"

Know me?

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, but after a moment's thought, he really didn't expect that the two would have any intersection.

Then it's not just 'I've heard a lot about you', well, it needs to be prefixed with 'Miss Li's calligraphy class assistant and classmate'.

Zhao Rong glanced at Li Xueyou, who was standing beside Sima Duyi with an anxious look on her face.

He nodded and said softly, "Brother Sima, good morning."

Sima Duyi nodded slowly without responding.

It is worth noting that the two of them just spoke without any greeting.

There is hope, Wu Peiliang smiled secretly.

However, just as many people were looking forward to a good show and someone was retreating in disgrace, Li Xueyou suddenly stood up and walked between Zhao Rong and Sima Duyi.

Her frail body blocked the two men's gaze, which refused to retreat.

Li Xueyou put her aching little hand behind her back and said to Sima Duyi in a crisp voice:

"Brother Duyi, Brother Zhao is the new teaching assistant for our calligraphy class that Mr. Zhu arranged for us. You misunderstood. He didn't bully me. He just assigned some homework yesterday. Xueyou is stupid and it's a bit difficult for her to write..."

She turned her head to look at Zhao Rong, then spoke again, in a soft voice.

"Although we have a day off today, we didn't do very well in the calligraphy class, so Brother Zhao took out time to give us extra lessons. So Brother Duyi is not what you think."

Sima's only pair of cold eyes reflected the slender woman in front of him, and his cold face unconsciously became gentler.

"real?"

"Yeah." Li Xueyu looked up, looked into his eyes and responded.

Sima Du nodded.

Around them, students like Wu Peiliang who were watching the event looked a little disappointed.

Li Xueyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Sima Duyi did not go to see Zhao Rong again, but acted as if nothing had happened.

He looked down at Li Xueyu, his lips curled up, and he was about to speak again, but suddenly someone spoke.

"Brother Sima Duyi, I have just announced the start of the class. It is the school's class period now. I don't mind your sudden intrusion. But now, if there is nothing serious, please leave Ruxing Hall first. If you have anything to talk about with Miss Li, you can talk about it after class."

The man spoke clearly and in a loud voice, and replied in the lobby.

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere in Suixing Hall suddenly became quiet.

Sima Duyi swallowed back what he was about to say. The curve at the corner of his mouth slowly flattened and disappeared, and he raised his head.

Before Wu Peiliang and other students of Shuexingtang could put away their disappointed expressions, they were stunned and looked towards the podium in disbelief.

Li Xueyu opened her almond-shaped eyes, as if she suspected she had heard it wrongly, and suddenly turned around to look at the man.

Zhao Rong was seen standing quietly on the side of the podium near the door, with his sleeves rolled up and his body straight.

He was looking at the people below the stage with a calm expression, greeting each and every glance cast at him.

There was no trace of emotion in his eyes.

As for other people, Zhao Rong glanced at them from under his thick eyebrows, and his sight stayed on the scholar who was famous in Linlu.

Sima Duyi lowered his cold eyes and stared at Zhao Rong motionlessly.

The atmosphere returned to the tense state it was just now.

Li Xueyu secretly stamped her feet and opened her mouth to speak, but someone had already spoken first.

It was not the two people who were the focus of the whole audience, but... Wu Peiliang.

Very energetic.

"Brother Sima, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

Wu Peiliang stood up and sighed.

"Brother, don't be angry. You are a prominent scholar in our academy. There is no need to get angry over some insignificant people or trivial matters. This will only lower your status."

Sima Duyi still looked at Zhao Rong coldly without saying anything.

Wu Peiliang smiled at him sincerely and said:

"Besides, Brother, this is actually our family affair. Someone really thinks he is a master.

Well, it's okay if she behaves like this in front of us normally. After all, the first rule of our Mo Chi Academy is to respect teachers, even if it is for a small assistant teacher.

However, Mr. Zhao, the new teacher in our school, seems to have gotten carried away and thinks that his mere assistant teacher status can be of any use to a scholar like you, and he is showing off his power. "

Wu Peiliang glanced at Zhao Rong who was looking at him with a half-smile, and gritted his teeth secretly, but still smiled.

He shook his head and sighed.

"Ah... Wu and other classmates feel guilty for making our family's dirty laundry known to others. Senior Brother Sima, please stop getting angry and argue with him. Well, since Senior Brother Yu doesn't care, then let me take care of it!"

Wu Peiliang, who originally had a somewhat feminine appearance, now held his head high, with his hands behind his back and a righteous look on his face.

Yu Huaijin, who had been holding his hands and looking down, suddenly said, "Brother Wu, be careful with your words."

Wu Peiliang shook his head.

"Senior Yu, you are just too obedient. You shouldn't be so serious and rigid. You listen to everyone... Does he really think he is a teacher? This time he directly offended my senior brother and caused trouble for our Ruxing Hall."

Sima Duyi was silent for a while after hearing this.

He looked away and glanced at Wu Peiliang who was smiling brightly, but remained silent.

However, Wu Peiliang smiled secretly, knowing that it was a tacit approval.

He took a step forward, passed Sima Duyi and Li Xueyu, and stood not far from the podium, with his hands behind his back, staring at Zhao Rong.

On the podium.

Zhao Rong had just watched the performance of 'Pei Niang' with great interest.

At this moment, facing Wu Peiliang who has come to the fore again.

He nodded gently.

It seems that Brother Wu has grown up in the struggles. Just now, he did not come forward directly like before, but instead spoke in a sarcastic and pointed way, making indirect accusations.

Then he got a promise from Sima Duyi and took over the right to speak.

Finally, just like now, standing on the stage, relying on the power of Sima Duyi, a scholar with a transcendent status, he faced Zhao Rong, the assistant teacher of calligraphy class who originally could suppress him.

To make him lose face.

If you know how to take advantage of the situation, you will be very capable.

There was some admiration in Zhao Rong's eyes.

Wu Peiliang, who was in the audience, became furious when he saw that certain person's nonchalant look.

Hey, hey, hey, what the hell is that expression of admiration on your face?

In a situation like this where one party is going to be embarrassed, can you be serious?

Wu Peiliang snorted coldly.

"Mr. Zhao, are you so ignorant that you don't know the identity of Senior Brother Sima?"

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, "Reading seeds? Are there any more? Could it be that this senior brother is the designated next headmaster?"

Wu Peiliang opened his mouth, but still didn't flatter the man.

"The headmaster is fine, there's no need to decide on a successor so early. Don't talk nonsense."

He squinted at Zhao Rong and said, "Then Mr. Zhao may have made a mistake about your own identity."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong looked thoughtful and thought about it.

"No, I am now an assistant teacher of calligraphy class at Suixing Hall..."

He muttered and looked around the hall, his eyes sweeping across everyone's faces one by one, finally returning to Wu Peiliang's serious face.

"No, that's clear."

Zhao Rong shook his head, somewhat bored.

"So, Brother Wu, what exactly do you want to say? Don't keep me in suspense. If it's still some irrelevant questions, then forget it. Hurry up and sit back on your little bench. I have to start class.

Also, Senior Brother Sima Duyi, don't stand there, hurry out. You can stand anywhere outside, but in the classroom of Mochi Academy, no matter if you are a reading seed or any other seed, magnetic seeds will not work...

Well, what I mean is that even if the dean of the academy is here, it won’t work, let alone you guys? In the classroom, the teacher is the boss. "

Zhao Rong spoke clearly and slowly.

Below the stage, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Li Xueyu stared blankly at the 'Mr. Zhao' on the stage, who had a calm expression and spoke slowly.

In her impression during these days, this person never seemed to be in a hurry.

Even when facing any kind of nitpicking and nonsense in the classroom, like now, he still looks elegant and calm.

She looks a bit like Teacher Qi and her father.

Li Xueyu remembered that she had asked them curiously before.

Why are you so calm and composed when faced with troubles and dangers? Are you pretending?

Teacher Qi said, no matter if you are pretending or not, even if you are defeated on the chessboard, you should raise your head with a smile and praise your opponent for a good job. You are not allowed to cry, there is no reason.

Her father smiled and said, "Don't you think it's interesting to encounter these troubles? The more troublesome the better. I'm just afraid that it won't be troublesome enough and I won't have enough fun."

However, Li Xueyu knew that her father would swallow these words when confronted with someone in the family who liked to wear purple clothes...

Before, Li Xueyu actually had similar ideas to those classmates. They thought that the new classmate was just being perfunctory by taking them out to play after replacing Mr. Zhu's teaching.

But after receiving the marked calligraphy assignments, I gradually stopped feeling that way.

Although Zhao Rong's lengthy comments were sometimes harsh and fierce, Li Xueyu read them carefully.

The words that she had written carefully at first were picked out by him one by one, and he criticized them nitpickingly, even leaving no room for her to criticize them. He beat the words to pieces, which made her very angry even though she had a good temper.

I thought I would never hand him a blanket next time.

However, when she suppressed her grievances and honestly followed his advice, she felt like she had seen a whole new world.

It turns out that words can be written like that.

Also, Mr. Zhao is so meticulous...he even takes into account these subtle details.

Sometimes, Li Xueyu would see someone's elegant handwriting on the homework that had been handed down after being corrected, and the comments of several thousand words written in a flowing and graceful manner.

They all blushed a little, wondering if they were being treated specially by him.

These correction suggestions had much more words than the homework she handed in, and they were all written in small regular script, not in the illegible cursive script that was written in one stroke.

As a result, the little girl ran to take a look at her good friend Xiao Hongyu's homework and found that everyone's homework was the same.

There were even more comments on Xiao Hongyu's homework, but her friends didn't seem to read them carefully. They just glanced at the homework scores and the good and bad comments and sighed and threw them aside...

Li Xue's little face turned even redder and she spat lightly.

So later on, she believed that Mr. Zhao, who was a bit meticulous, was really teaching them seriously.

So Li Xueyu also studied seriously, whether it was homework in class or after class.

Gradually, the words he wrote in red ink on her homework became less and less, and he even praised her a few words during the last lesson.

Therefore, Li Xueyu spent more energy writing the thousand characters of "永" last night.

Then, this morning, my right wrist was sore and red from rubbing it, which was misunderstood by my brother Du Yi and almost led to a conflict, causing trouble for Mr. Zhao.

But now the situation...

In the Ruxing School.

Zhao Rong replied in a calm voice, "I don't care what kind of seed you are" and "Mr. is the most important."

Li Xueyou suddenly came back to her senses and quickly looked towards Sima Du...