After Zhao Rong finished speaking.

The atmosphere in Ruxing Hall was a little weird.

The students were all looking at Wu Peiliang with a stiff expression, and their eyes gradually became strange.

Asking a little book boy to help with homework, well, some of the students here have done this before.

Just be quiet and don't get discovered and you'll be fine.

But the current situation...the students of Ruxingtang have never encountered it before.

The book boy's handwriting is better than yours?

Make 'Mr. Zhao' praise it highly?

My goodness, it seems that it’s not good for the book boy to be too good.

Many students secretly took this as a warning.

Zhao Rong did not look at Wu Peiliang's embarrassed expression, which would probably make him feel embarrassed. He lowered his eyes to glance at the homework written by the servant, shook his head, and felt a little regretful.

"Puff~"

Inside the school, no one knew who started it, but everyone laughed out loud.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

“Hahahaha… cough cough, hahahaha…”

This caused a burst of laughter.

The Shuexing Hall was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Wu Peiliang's face turned purple and he lowered his head.

Zhao Rong frowned and looked around.

Yu Huaijin stood up and said with a serious face: "Silence!"

The teasing voices suddenly dropped, and then soon became quiet.

Zhao Rong glanced at Wu Peiliang's expression and said softly:

"Since it is you sitting here, not your servant, then this homework is not yours."

He paused, looked at the scenery outside the window, and said thoughtfully:

"One hundred times. Copy this homework one hundred times and hand it in to me in three days. I know your handwriting. Don't try to be clever."

Wu Peiliang, whose face turned red, opened his eyes and tightly grasped a thick stack of homework papers in his hand.

He looked up suddenly and glared.

Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back, his expression calm, and looked at Wu Peiliang.

Wu Peiliang squeezed out a few words from his teeth and said in a muffled voice, "Zhao Zi... Mr. Zhao, don't go too far. The big exam is coming up soon. A hundred times? Only once at most. I don't want to waste time on this."

Zhao Rong raised his hand and shook his sleeves.

The wide sleeves slid down along his wrists, revealing two slender fingers stretched out in front of Wu Peiliang.

Zhao Rong didn't say anything.

The students around couldn't help but gasp when they saw this.

it goes without saying.

Two hundred times.

Wu Peiliang stood up straight, "You!"

In front of him, someone had one more finger raised. No, there was another one that was slowly stretching out, so there were two more fingers.

Zhao Rong raised four fingers with a calm expression.

Super double.

Four hundred times.

Wu Peiliang: “…”

It was extremely quiet in Ruxing Hall. Everyone exchanged glances, and then looked at someone with some sympathy.

Zhao Rong changed the deadline and said softly, "Before the exam in the middle of the month."

He turned and tried to leave.

"Mr. Zhao, please think twice." Someone suddenly spoke.

Zhao Rong stopped and turned to look at Yu Huaijin.

He raised his eyebrows slightly. It was surprising that this prudish girl rarely disobeyed him in class.

Zhao Rong patiently explained: "Think three times? I've already thought thirty times."

Yu Huaijin bowed and looked at him with the same serious expression.

"Mr. Zhao, Brother Wu is indeed wrong, but your punishment is also inappropriate. Moreover, the mid-month exam is coming up soon, and Brother Wu needs to concentrate on preparing. His exam results are very important to our Ruxing Hall..."

Zhao Rong nodded and interrupted directly:

"Then you can share the burden with him, half each, two hundred times."

He thought for a moment and added, "However, you change and write. You copy the word '正' until you fill two hundred sheets of regular rice paper."

Let her write 'positive'?

Yu Huaijin slowly closed his mouth.

She pursed her lips, stared at Zhao Rong, and said nothing.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her expressionless face.

Each of them reflected each other in their eyes.

Not moving at all.

Their quiet and silent appearance seemed to exude a special atmosphere, which gradually infected the atmosphere in the lobby.

From silence, to solemnity, and then to dead silence.

It's like the calm before the storm.

This was an intuition that suddenly emerged in the minds of the people from the Ruexingtang who were watching.

in addition.

At this moment, regarding this matter.

Regarding the implicit confrontation between the two people in front of him.

In addition to Fan Yushu, Jia Tengying and other friends who are familiar with Zhao Rong, there are also a few students like Li Xueyu who hope for harmony in the school.

Most of the students in Ruexingtang stand on Yu Huaijin's side.

Originally, there had always been a conflict between Zhao Rong and Wu Peiliang.

Apart from slightly favoring fellow student Wu Peiliang, they were also somewhat suspicious and unfamiliar with the newcomer Zhao Rong.

Most of the time, the students of Ruxingtang just stood by and watched the fun.

Especially in recent days, I have discovered that Mr. Zhao is really dedicated in teaching calligraphy.

Well, it's busy, and doesn't look simple.

Therefore, they are still a little serious, and it would be better if they were not assigned so much homework.

However, right now, Senior Yu, who had been working hard for the school and was trusted and respected by everyone, had a dispute with Zhao Rong.

Who is close and who is distant, who is near and who is far.

No need to think about it.

So at this moment, many students were looking at Zhao Rong with resentful eyes and dissatisfied expressions.

I don’t know how long it was quiet.

The air seemed to remain silent until the fresh ink in the inkstone on each student's desk solidified.

At a certain moment, in Zhao Rong's peripheral vision, a head suddenly appeared from a window that was deliberately opened on the back door of the lobby.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Then, Zhao Rong took a closer look at Yu Huaijin, breaking the frozen atmosphere, and said calmly:

"Write it now, and write the word 'positive' carefully."

He then turned around and ignored her, instead looking around the hall.

Wherever his calm eyes swept across, those students with dissatisfied expressions either lowered their heads or looked away, not looking at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong glanced towards the back door of the lobby again.

He said, "I'm going to be out for a while. You guys should study on your own first. Also, practice the character '正'. I'll come back and explain it to you in detail later."

After he finished speaking, Zhao Rong looked at Yu Huaijin.

I found that she had closed her eyes, spread out the paper, picked up the pen and ground the ink without saying a word, and prepared to copy the word "正".

It seemed that he had been subdued.

Zhao Rong turned around and left Ruexingtang temporarily.

After he left, the lobby was quiet for a while.

Wu Peiliang looked in the direction where the man disappeared outside the door, with an indignant look on his face.

Suddenly, I thought of something.

He spoke to a certain old-fashioned girl with a grateful tone, "Thank you, Senior Yu, but I'm sorry..."

Yu Huaijin interrupted without raising his head, "No need to say more, Brother Wu, just write quietly and study hard for the exam when you go back."

The tone is calm.

…

After Zhao Rong went out, he let out a sigh of relief.

"You are really amazing. I almost got into trouble again. Well, there are always villains who want to harm me."

He laughed at himself.

Zhao Rong knew what Yu Huaijin meant.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with her sudden opposition.

It's just a different stance.

Yu Huaijin pleaded with Wu Peiliang out of concern for the overall performance of the Ratexing Hall in the mid-month exam, and Zhao Rong understood.

It is precisely because of this, because of understanding, that we must "suppress" her.

Completely eliminate this bad trend.

Although it was Zhao Rong's first time to teach, he adapted quickly because of his ability to empathize with others and his natural sensitivity to human hearts.

Sometimes he could guess what the students were thinking in the hall just by looking at their expressions and movements.

So after teaching for about half a month, Zhao Rong had established some principles and teaching methods in his mind.

You can ask right or wrong, or any questions you have.

He was also willing to explain patiently.

This is without shaking the gentleman's authority.

But just now in Ruexingtang, those things that shook Mr. Zhao Rong's dignity had to be suppressed immediately with a quick and decisive move.

How can he take back what he said so easily?

Otherwise, it would set a bad precedent and all kinds of strange things would pop up in the future.

The teacher is not a teacher, and the student is not a student.

If you become wild in your heart, you won't be able to lead the team.

Zhao Rong actually didn't want to argue with anyone anymore, because no matter how reasonable you think the reason is, there will always be people who argue with you, and some may even be more justified than you.

Zhao Rong had seen too many of these things in his previous life, because he had also experienced them with passion.

But the result was that no one was convinced by the other, and all their enthusiasm was wasted.

Completely free.

So I won’t say much. Zhao Rong’s current state is that even if others tell him affirmatively that "the sun actually rises from the west".

He would also respond seriously: You are right.

And then what to do next, or what to do next.

'You think' is 'you think', I just want 'I think'.

There is no need to say much, just do it quietly.

Well, Zhao Rong also felt that his idea was a bit rogue and did not give others a chance to reason.

But Zhao Rong felt that it was useless to just talk, and it was useless to convince him.

Everyone can explain the truth.

But it still has to be done. Only after seeing the results did Zhao Rong truly know whether it was right or wrong.

Just like now, Zhao Rong's two different teaching methods for students of Ruxing Hall and Zhengyi Hall are attempts made after repeated thinking.

At first, he adopted a kind of "happy education" for both schools.

Only later did I discover that the Hall of Justice was indeed suitable for this method.

Zhao Rong got along very well with them in the Hall of Justice.

It belongs to the mode of 'being serious when it is necessary and being intimate when it is necessary'.

But this is not the case with Ruxingtang. This model has generated huge backlash, as evidenced by the previous events and criticisms.

So Zhao Rong changed the model of Ruexingtang, which is what it is now.

So far, it’s better than before.

Therefore, Zhao Rong did not explain anything when he asked Yu Huaijin to write the word "正" on two hundred pieces of rice paper.

But in fact, if Zhao Rong guessed correctly, the word "正" would be correct.

There is an 80% chance that Zhu Yourong will pass the mid-month exam.

Well, there is also the character "永" (Yong) that she is currently practicing, which will probably also be used as a test question for the calligraphy class in this mid-month exam.

That's why Zhao Rong asked Yu Huaijin and the students of Shuexingtang to write more.

These days.

Zhao Rong also realized one thing.

Before, he believed the saying, 'There are no students who cannot be taught, only teachers who cannot teach.'

I feel that there is indeed no discrimination in education.

But at this moment, Zhao Rong was a little doubtful.

My goodness, if students just don’t want to listen and learn, it’s useless to teach them no matter how hard you try.

Well, do I need to open my heart again to move my students and myself at the same time?

Then the teacher and the student both burst into tears. The student suddenly realized his mistake and was deeply saddened. He turned back and said that he would definitely...

Of course, Zhao Rong was just complaining and thinking about these.

What needs to be taught should still be taught.

He had promised Zhu Yourong that he would do his best to teach calligraphy classes in these two schools.

Outside Shuexing Hall, Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the back door with a calm expression.

There, there was an old man wearing a simple white Confucian robe and with gray hair and beard, waiting for him with a smile.

Zhao Rong stopped three steps in front of him, saluted, and called out softly.

"Sacrifice, good morning."

The old chief priest of Mo Chi Academy looked Zhao Rong up and down and nodded with satisfaction.

"Tzuyu, you look very energetic today. You are indeed a pillar of our school and academy."

The old man looked at the calm-faced young man in front of him with sharp eyes.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong raised his eyelids slightly.

"Well, you are also very healthy, and you will definitely continue to shine for our academy and cultivate talented students."

He turned and glanced at a small window that opened from the back door.

Well, there is a small window on the back door, and every school has it.

As far as Zhao Rong knows.

This should be the exclusive position where the old master, the chief priest, habitually "supervises" the school. He would come over and take a look when he has nothing to do.

Therefore, even though the small window at the back door was leaking air, no one blocked it.

Although the old priest in front of him doesn't usually take care of the affairs of the academy, his interest is to "paddle" and fish in the nearby Pinghu Lake called Mochi.

But from time to time, when he was tired of fishing, the old man still liked to walk around the academy and outside the various schools, sometimes giving a few fish to the schools that performed well. Well, then these fish would return to the ink pool, jumping around and waiting for the next encounter...

So, sometimes when students and teachers were in class, a head would suddenly pop out from the small window at the back door, which would give people a scare.

This was the case when Zhao Rong first attended class in Justice Hall.

Then, with the introduction of Gu Yiwu, I met this old Mr. Jijiu who loved to smile.

If you ask him why he is wandering around, he will suddenly pop up at the small window.

The old priest would stroke his white beard, look up at the sky, and sigh:

I am looking at the future pillars of the academy.

At this moment, at the back door of Ruexing Hall, Zhao Rong thought for a moment and explained:

"Jiujiu, there were some minor problems in the school just now..."

The old priest waved his hand to interrupt him.

The old man smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay, Tzuyu, I'm the most trustworthy, you can handle it, don't worry about the old guy."

He reached out and patted the shoulder of the 'pillar of the college' in front of him, nodding seriously.

Zhao Rong glanced at the Jijiu's warm, trusting hand on his shoulder.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

It seems like you say this to every teacher and every student.

Zhao Rong complained in his heart. When he first met the chief priest, he was quite reserved and embarrassed to be so kind and respected. However, within a few days, he found that… there were pillars of talent respected by the old chief priest everywhere.

Zhao Rong nodded, "Thank you for your trust."

It's said in any book or story.

Old grandfathers who like to smile are usually masters who are hiding their true abilities.

Either the past was bad, or the present is bad, or the past, present, and future are all bad.

And according to Zhao Rong's summary, these old grandfathers will bring great enlightenment and inspiration to the practice or life of the children of destiny.

Moreover, his eyes are as sharp as a torch, and one can tell at a glance that the protagonist is the protagonist. He just looks ordinary at the moment. In fact, he is the only one who can save the Xuanhuang cultivation world.

Then he took a favorable look at him and cultivated him carefully.

If necessary, the old man should sacrifice himself to help the protagonist gain enlightenment...

This is what Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu thought before, and for a while they would often go to the old priest to get close to him.

It turns out that...the competition is too fierce.

It turns out that almost half of the students in Mochi Academy are very familiar with the old priest, and they are trying to get close to him...

By the way, there are quite a lot of Destiny Children in our Mo Chi Academy.

At this moment.

The old chief priest looked at Zhao Rong carefully, and his white eyebrows suddenly raised.

"Oh, there's one small thing. Mr. Xuezheng from the academy has recently returned. Um, Tzuyu, you should be more careful."

Before he could finish his words, he twisted his old waist and left with his hands behind his back.

The pace seems a bit hurried.

Why am I telling him this suddenly? Also, Mr. Yan too... Does this mean that our etiquette class at Ruxing Hall is about to start?

Ask him to pay more attention?

Zhao Rong stood there, looking at the old chief priest's departing back, his eyes filled with some doubt and curiosity.

He felt that he was quite well behaved in class and was not the kind of person who would stir up trouble. How could he offend Mr. Xuezheng by being so low-key?

Zhao Rong thought about it carefully, then shook his head.

Walked back to Ruexing Hall.

He was just about to step into the door, but when he looked up, he saw a strange woman standing in front of Yu Huaijin's desk in the lobby.

The school was extremely quiet. Everyone sat upright, looking at the woman who suddenly appeared with serious expressions.

This strange woman was somewhat similar to Yu Huaijin, both holding their hands.

She stood straight, like a statue in the Confucian Temple, and her appearance was meticulous.

At this moment, the strange woman lowered her head and looked at Yu Huaijin who was carefully copying the word "正", and suddenly spoke.

"Xuan Ji, why did you copy this word? Who is punishing you?"

Zhao Rong, who was outside the door, couldn't help but stop and suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the next second, all the students in Ruexing Hall turned their heads and looked at him straight.

Zhao Rong: “…”