This time, Zhao Rong did not see the old-fashioned little girl with a pigtail hair in his dream.

but.

He still dreamed of this dream of landscape ink painting.

It seems that the magical effect of that special Mo Xin Zhu Fruit still exists, all you have to do is fall asleep.

This time I fell into a dream.

What caught Zhao Rong's eyes was still the Peach Blossom Spring.

Among them, there are many contented villagers.

In the center of the village, the square and rigorous Wumen School still stands.

But when Zhao Rong hurried to the school, he stood on tiptoe in front of the only small window and looked out.

There was no sign of Yu Huaijin.

However, classes in this school are still going on.

A tall and thin old teacher and twenty well-behaved and serious children.

Just as Zhao Rong was slightly confused.

Everything in Wumen Academy became still again, and these people seemed to have turned into statues.

Zhao Rong turned his head alertly and looked at the villagers, and found that it was the same.

Same as last night.

Then.

Another drop of ink.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

At first, the drops of ink began to drip from the statuesque people, like sweat.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong felt as if ink was dripping all over the world.

Like a sudden rain.

It's getting worse.

The dream melted away, and he stepped on empty air...

But this time, Zhao Rong was mentally prepared.

I experienced the feeling of being detached from the endless darkness in a very sober and calm manner.

On the bed in the north room of the Dongli cottage.

Zhao Rong stood up calmly.

He rubbed his face and muttered softly:

"Why are you running... You ran away as soon as I came. Doesn't this prove that you also saw me? Don't we have the same dream..."

"Could it be that some of the things in this dream are secrets that you cannot reveal to others?"

Zhao Rong glanced at the night scene outside the window, thoughtfully.

"Peach Blossom Spring, well, it can be summarized like this... It's easy to understand. Who doesn't have a Peach Blossom Spring in their heart?"

He chuckled to himself.

"But who is that tall and thin old man... and that school without doors..."

Zhao Rong let out a light breath and got up from the bed.

It's not yet late, it's still early.

He put the matter aside and continued to study and practice...

A few days later.

Zhao Rong still tried to enter the dream of landscape ink painting.

However, if he was not the only one in the dream, the scenery he dreamed of would be familiar to him.

If it wasn't still the Peach Blossom Spring and Wumen Academy, it was Yu Huaijin's dream. But just as Zhao Rong was about to get closer and appeared in front of the academy window, she disappeared again.

Then the dream turned into a heavy rain, dripping silently.

After Zhao Rong tried several times, the novelty of the dream had worn off, and Yu Huaijin kept playing boring hide-and-seek with him again.

He decided not to try it for the time being, thinking of taking a few days off and then trying a different method another day.

Then, Zhao Rong resumed his previous nightly life.

Reading, practicing, and correcting homework.

He has been quite busy lately as the big exam is coming up in the middle of the month.

However, it is not the busyness of being a student of Ruxingtang.

Instead, it is Mr. Zhao who teaches calligraphy in two schools.

Well, to use the words from my previous life, it would be...you idiots really make me, sir, worry a lot.

…

In the early morning, Mochi Academy was shrouded in a hazy mist.

On the quiet corridor, more and more people are walking on it.

Students from six classes came to class one after another.

The school also became lively.

Recently, there was an interesting incident in Mo Chi Academy that was widely circulated privately.

In fact, the rumor had been circulating among students before, but now almost all students know about it.

Even those students who are oblivious to what is happening outside can still roughly understand the conversations among their classmates.

Through a few frequently mentioned words, we can roughly outline this funny incident that people treat as a joke.

A new student named Zhao Ziyu, um, is a special student who joined Ruxingtang midway.

Perhaps because of his beautiful handwriting, he caught the eye of Ms. Zhu and was appointed as an assistant teacher of calligraphy.

I am here specifically to teach calligraphy classes at Ruxing Hall and Zhengyi Hall.

And he is different from the teaching assistant that Mo Chi students have in mind, who only occasionally teaches classes for the teacher.

This student named Zhao Ziyu is fully responsible for the calligraphy classes in the two schools.

This made everyone feel quite strange.

Soon after, gossip about this newly appointed "Mr. Zhao" spread privately in the academy.

What about the classes are never held in a fixed classroom? Instead, the teacher takes two classes of students to wander around outside, under the pretext of observing the scenery and understanding the words.

After being strongly opposed by the students in the hall, he probably felt guilty and returned to the school to attend classes.

However, when he taught, he never brought books with him. He did not even want the book written by Mr. Zhu. He just came to class empty-handed.

What kind of homework is assigned is more than what the teacher knows about the other six arts.

What's more, students are not even allowed to stay back on their days off to take extra classes.

And so on and so forth.

When students from other schools found out, they laughed and joked about it, but they couldn't help but feel pity for their colleagues from these two schools.

What kind of divine figure did I encounter?

I heard that the students of Ruxing Hall and Zhengyi Hall were all tortured to death. Well, actually, that's not entirely true. It is rumored that Zhengyi Hall seems to listen to the words of this troublesome 'Mr. Zhao'.

The Mo Chi students who were watching the fun actually understood it quite well.

What else can be done if the Hall of Justice doesn’t obey.

As the dark horse among the last six classes, he ranked third in the mid-month exam.

In this mid-month exam, they are definitely thinking about surpassing the two schools ahead of them.

With such a cheap guy, all we can do is try our best.

Besides, isn’t there also the Ruxing Hall, which is ranked first among the six halls, suffering as well?

The students of the Hall of Justice probably feel much more balanced.

However, Ruexingtang seems to be different from them.

He did not completely succumb to the authority of "Mr. Zhao".

That’s a no-brainer.

As the top school among the six halls, most of the students in the hall are arrogant and proud. They would never easily submit to a talented student who has just arrived at Ruxing Hall not long ago and entered through the back door.

It would be fine if this guy named Zhao Ziyu was good at teaching calligraphy.

The point is that now it seems that the classes are so inexplicable that only the students of Justice Hall, under the leadership of the somewhat silly senior, Gu, can tolerate it.

Maybe he would try to have fun despite the hardship and attend class seriously.

Therefore, most of the comments and words about Zhao Ziyu came from Ruxingtang.

However, what surprised the students of the other four halls was that the students of Ruexing Hall, who had suffered from Zhao Ziyu for a long time, had not yet risen up.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems to be useless even if you rise up now.

Mr. Zhu seemed to have let Zhao Ziyu do what he wanted, and the several people in charge of the Mochi Academy, including the chief priest...

Well, how should I put it.

The woman who liked to be in charge the most left the academy, went down the mountain, and has not returned yet.

So this is called having no place to go?

The students from the other four halls were jokingly watching the excitement in Ruexing Hall and Zhengyi Hall.

Another thing I thought about was the mid-month exam.

Many people became more active.

In this light, the monastery seems to be the biggest beneficiary.

The Ruxing Hall, which originally had the upper hand over them, and the Zhengyi Hall, which had been chasing them relentlessly, were both being tormented by Zhao Ziyu.

Moreover, I heard that when Mr. Zhu was assigning a school for the new assistant teacher, he initially chose the Xiudao Hall.

But later he was decisively rejected by his senior classmate Han Wenfu.

Now it seems that it was indeed a great foresight that he did not fall into this pit, but instead took advantage of it to jump out.

In contrast to him is Gu Yiwu, a senior from Justice Hall.

I don’t know what he and the students of Justice Hall feel now?

The Mo Chi students who were watching the fun laughed secretly.

At this time, the sun rose and dispelled much of the mist in Mo Chi Academy.

Outside the school.

Zhao Rong, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying walked into the corridor together and headed towards Ruexing Hall.

Zhao Rong looked around.

It is a morning scene that is quiet yet lively.

He had felt very early on that this was indeed a good place to study in peace, away from the hustle and bustle of Duyou City and the debates and disputes among scholars in the academy.

Well, it would be better if the students from other schools around him didn't secretly glance at him from time to time.

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly.

He seems to be quite famous in Mochi Academy now, and people give him a nickname...

"Here, that's Mr. Zhao..."

"That's the Zhao Ziyu we talked about a few days ago..."

"Which one? The middle one?"

"Well, the tallest one in the triple room..."

The wind around brought some words.

On the corridor, there were many Mo Chi students walking together, some near and some far away. Some of them were outer hall students in groups of three or five, giving instructions in a low voice.

He became the focus of people around him again.

Zhao Rong strode forward with a calm expression.

He just thought about it for a moment, then suddenly stopped and bowed to his peers around him.

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Good morning, my classmates."

He paused, then asked politely and curiously, "Have you eaten everything?"

The students around looked at each other, and after a few glances, many of them coughed and returned the greeting.

"Brother Zhao, I have heard of you for a long time."

"I ate it. Thank you for your concern, Brother Zhao."

"Brother Zhao, you are too polite..."

They all replied.

Zhao Rong nodded with relief and bowed again.

Then he turned his head with a smile and continued to stride forward with Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying.

But then, Zhao Rong's mumbling voice was carried by the wind and reached the ears of everyone behind.

"It's so early in the morning. It turns out that everyone is full."

Mochi students: "..."

In front, Fan Yushu was amused when he heard this, and joked to Zhao Rong beside him:

"Tzuyu, it looks like you've become a celebrity in our school."

Zhao Rong nodded in agreement, "Thanks to you."

Fan Yushu coughed lightly and changed the subject.

He suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Tzuyu, have you finished the difficult homework assigned by the teacher in the second period of Economics and Arts?"

Zhao Rong nodded casually while thinking about the calligraphy class later.

Fan Yushu said happily: "Great, I knew it wouldn't be difficult for my Ziyu, give me some advice."

Zhao Rong glanced at him and said sincerely, "Brother Yushu, mine may not be correct either."

Fan Yushu waved his hand and said, "It's okay if you make mistakes. Copy it for me."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Jia Tengying: “…”

Zhao Rong looked at Fan Yushu and nodded seriously.

It felt like the most servile thing he had ever heard in his life.

You are worthy of being called Brother Yushu.

Zhao Rong's tone was half speechless and half worried, "Okay, but remember to change a few words... and don't forget your name."

Not long.

The first calligraphy class in Shuexing Hall begins in the early morning.

Zhao Rong walked up to the podium with ease, facing the pairs of eyes below, and said softly:

"Classmates, the mid-month exam is just a few days away. We must not be afraid... not afraid... Forget it, I'll give you some chicken soup later. I'll talk about the homework you handed in."

Zhao Rong shook his head and took out a stack of papers from his sleeve.

He walked down the stage and handed out the papers one by one, while patiently commenting on them.

Zhao Rong was the first to come to Li Xueyu and handed her the paper.

He smiled and said, "Brother Xue You's small calligraphy is elegant and graceful, graceful and delicate, and it is improving every time. His handwriting is like his personality, very good."

Hearing this, Li Xueyu blushed and lowered her head.

He responded softly.

Seeing her shy look, Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, then walked to Fan Yushu's desk and handed her the paper.

He looked at Fan Yushu seriously.

"Brother Yushu's cursive writing is good, it is free and unrestrained, yet also neat and orderly. Mr. Zhu's mid-month exam does not limit the font, and Brother Yushu's cursive writing is good enough now. By the way, how did you practice? Did you often write cursive writing before?"

The students from Ruxingtang who were nearby were quite surprised when they heard this, and many of them looked suspicious.

Fan Yushu blinked and ignored the gazes of the people around him.

He said cynically with a smile: "Tzuyu, didn't you just say that the handwriting reflects the person, so my handwriting, um."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly. He nodded at Fan Yushu who was making a face, and then walked towards another person.

Afterwards, he did this and distributed the examination papers in the school.

There are comments for each student.

But almost all of them were praise and encouragement. Although some words did not meet the standards, Zhao Rong had his own thoughts.

He mainly encouraged them and did not discourage them, after all, the assessment was coming soon.

However, this is an exception for some people.

For example, Yu Huaijin, because Zhao Rong had extremely high expectations of him.

"Brother Yu."

Zhao Rong walked to Yu Huaijin's seat and called him softly.

Yu Huaijin remained the same, looking up with a calm expression.

The two looked at each other.

Zhao Rong looked at her a few more times and recalled what he had dreamed about landscape painting a few nights ago.

But he didn't mention it.

And the way he looked at Yu Huaijin seemed to be the same.

Just pretend nothing happened.

Zhao Rong frowned, handed the paper to her, and said seriously:

"Your handwriting is not good enough, not good enough, too mechanical. Calligraphy is not practiced like this. I have corrected you many times before. Don't be so rigid and serious when writing. Just focus your eyes. Otherwise, too much is as bad as too little..."

Zhao Rongyou patiently repeated the principles that he had already said countless times before.

Yu Huaijin also listened with a serious expression.

But Zhao Rong looked at her a few times and felt that she was probably still the same as before.

I listened to it, but it’s hard to change.

Zhao Rong shook his head in his heart, then nodded and said, "Brother Yu, let's encourage each other."

Yu Huaijin bowed to him.

Zhao Rong returned the greeting and walked away.

About an incense stick later, Zhao Rong had distributed the papers of almost all the students in Shuexingtang, with one exception.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at Wu Peiliang who was standing not far away with an indifferent expression on his face.

He smiled, walked over and handed the last paper to Wu Peiliang.

"This calligraphy is very well written, it can be ranked at the top of the list of Ruxingtang."

Zhao Rong said in a serious tone.

Wu Peiliang smiled and nodded, cupped his hands, and looked at his classmates around him with a smile, "Mr. Zhao, you are too polite."

Zhao Rong also smiled and waved his hand, "You're welcome, it's the truth."

He sighed softly, "Brother Wu's student has made great progress. How about inviting him to the school some other day and take classes with Brother Wu so that I can get to know him."

Wu Peiliang's smile froze.

The students of Ruexingtang looked strange.