Zhao Rong knew this would be the case.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the lobby door, and his foot, which was about to take a step back to avoid the limelight a second ago, slowly fell back to its original position.

Zhao Rong curled his lips speechlessly and glanced at the students from Ruxing Hall who were all looking at him.

They are really a group of good students who respect their teachers.

Never let him down when it comes to letting him down.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, facing the different looks from everyone in the school at this moment, he took a step forward as if nothing had happened and walked into Ruxing Hall.

At the same time, he looked directly at the strange woman who suddenly appeared but was not looking at him at the moment.

This is a middle-aged woman around forty years old.

She has a regular appearance, with some nasolabial lines on both sides of her nose, and one can roughly tell that she must have been quite beautiful when she was young.

It’s a pity that his expression is too serious and too formal, making people feel difficult to approach.

He has a stern face and looks even more old-fashioned than Yu Huaijin.

This solemn woman was dressed very neatly and strictly, observing the Confucian system.

Even some of the small etiquette items she was wearing were vaguely seen by Zhao Rong in a miscellaneous book about etiquette and clothing.

So, at this moment, the serious woman stood there, just as Zhao Rong had seen her for the first time not long ago.

It is like a holy statue in a Confucian temple, with strict rules and elegant appearance.

People can't help but feel awe when they see it.

Zhao Rong looked at it carefully.

Who is this? Big Yu Huaijin?

Or Yu Huaijin's mother?

At this time, in front of Yu Huaijin's desk.

Two women, one big and one small, with similar temperaments, did not go to see Zhao Rong.

The former looked down at Yu Huaijin, waiting for her answer.

Yu Huaijin, who was carefully copying the word "正" stroke by stroke, paused and did not answer.

She stood up, bowed with her hands clasped, and saluted respectfully, "Meet Mr. Meng."

Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped as he looked at the strange woman who returned the greeting in the same solemn manner.

She is the principal of Mo Chi Academy and also the master of etiquette and arts of Shuexing Hall. She is the one who has been away for some time?

Meng Zhengjun held out his hand to help him up. "Xuan Ji, please stand up. Who punished you and why? Also, isn't this your school's calligraphy class?"

Yu Huaijin lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Where's Zhu Yourong? Did you forget what you were writing again?"

Meng Zhengjun looked around, ignoring everyone including Zhao Rong, and searched for the figure of a certain Confucian woman inside and outside the school.

The search was fruitless, she snorted coldly, and the lines on her face deepened.

Then, this serious woman who was in charge of the six halls' discipline and could also control the affairs of the academy, waved her sleeves and shouted:

"Humph, if you don't want to teach, then don't teach. I'll talk to the dean and ask him to cancel this ridiculous calligraphy class. Don't waste the resources of the academy by playing along with her!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole school fell silent.

No one dared to respond and they all pretended to be dumb.

But there are exceptions.

Yu Huaijin took a step back, bowed, raised his head, and said in a very serious tone: "Mr. Meng, the teacher..."

Someone suddenly interrupted:

"She is indeed writing. Well, Mr. Zhu should still be writing in Yilanxuan. But she is not absent from class, because I am the one who teaches this class."

Zhao Rong took a step forward and spoke calmly.

Meng Zhengjun looked at him straight in the eye. "You? Who are you?"

Zhao Rong thought about it and bowed seriously.

"My name is Zhao Ziyu. I am a new student at Ruxing Hall. I was appointed as an assistant teacher at Ruxing Hall and Zhengyi Hall by Mr. Zhu's kindness. I have been taking her place in class during this period, so Mr. Zhu has not missed any classes. I hope Mr. Meng will not misunderstand me."

Meng Zhengjun heard this and remained silent for a while.

But the lines on my face have become deeper.

The expression is like a carving on a cliff that has remained unchanged despite thousands of years of wind and rain.

She looked directly at Zhao Rong and whispered:

"Zhao Ziyu, teaching assistant of calligraphy class, Zhu Yourong has handed over two schools to you."

Zhao Rong nodded, neither servile nor overbearing, "That's right."

Meng Zhengjun looked at him carefully and suddenly asked, "Xuan Ji is copying words. Is this your punishment?"

Zhao Rong nodded again, "Yes."

He glanced at the prim and proper girl beside him who was keeping silent and said, "If you do something wrong, you should be punished."

Meng Zhengjun closed his eyes slightly and nodded gently, "Well said, if you do something wrong, you should be punished."

Hearing her approval of the review, Zhao Rong raised his eyelids.

Sure enough, before he could think about it, Meng Zhengjun had already turned his head away.

The serious woman who stood straight with her hands in her arms asked another old-fashioned girl who was also standing straight with her hands in her sleeves:

"Xuan Ji, your teaching assistant said that if you do something wrong, you should be punished. Do you have anything to say?"

Yu Huaijin remained calm after hearing this.

At a certain moment, she turned and looked at Zhao Rong.

Didn't speak right away.

The entire Ruexing Hall will also become quiet.

The students who were watching the excitement in the hall exchanged glances with each other.

Mr. Meng is here to support Mr. Yu.

Is this going to change?

But it's also understandable.

In Ruexing Hall, everyone knows that Meng Xuezhen likes Yu Huaijin very much.

It is not known whether it was because Yu Huaijin's style of doing things caught her eye, or because she valued Yu Huaijin's outstanding performance, ranking first among the six students in the hall.

Or both?

The Ms. Meng who taught them etiquette was not only the principal of Mochi Academy, but it was also said that she could supervise the scholars in the academy.

He is one of the senior decision-makers in the academy, those who are in charge.

It is said that among the scholars and senior brothers, he is a person that makes people turn pale with fear.

Mr. Meng valued Yu Huaijin and treated him almost as a semi-closed disciple.

I heard that for Yu Huaijin, she personally went to Yilanxuan and looked for Zhu Yourong several times. The general intention was to give this trusted disciple to her as the successor.

But it seemed that every time it ended in vain, and as a result, gradually, some special things happened.

There seems to be a big conflict between Mr. Meng and Mr. Zhu.

However, these are only topics that the students of Mo Chi dare to discuss in private, and they usually dare not comment on them.

Just keep it in your heart and watch it in your eyes.

For example, Mr. Meng not only just expressed his dissatisfaction with Mr. Zhu, but he also criticized the new calligraphy master from time to time in the past.

Although Mr. Zhu appears to be kind, gentle and quiet in front of his students.

But sometimes he would give gentle advice to the students.

Tell them to be more sensible and obedient, not to cause trouble, so that Mr. Meng will worry less, otherwise they will age faster and become Mr. Meng.

The students didn't dare to spread these words that fanned the flames, and just pretended not to hear them.

At this time, in the quiet school.

Sitting between seats, Wu Peiliang silently watched Zhao Rong, Yu Huaijin and Meng Zhengjun for a while.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and his eyes lit up.

Wu Peiliang's gaze moved back and forth between Meng Zhengjun and Zhao Rong. His eyes became brighter and brighter, and his brows were filled with joy.

Later, when he looked at Zhao Rong, he couldn't help but feel a bit of pity besides gloating.

This seems to be a natural curse, there is no way to avoid it, haha, let's see what you can do...

Zhao Rong faced the stares of the two old-fashioned and polite women with a calm look.

He knew exactly what Meng Zhengjun meant.

Moreover, Zhao Rong was not oblivious to what was happening outside. He had also heard about the conflict between Zhu Yourong and Meng Zhengjun.

However, it would be too petty to target Zhao Rong just because he was an assistant teacher appointed by Zhu Yourong.

Zhao Rong didn't believe that this was the temperament of a scholar in an academy.

At the same time, I don't believe it. Could it be that he really has a physique that attracts hatred and has a built-in sarcasm?

Just keep a low profile and don't provoke her when you have nothing to do.

So for now, we just need to get through the stage of 'Yu Huaijin's complaint and counterattack'.

Zhao Rong nodded secretly.

He looked at Yu Huaijin in front of him, who seemed calm but was actually full of resentment at being bullied, and he became extremely alert.

By the way, should he file a counter-complaint, accusing her of giving extra lessons in violation of regulations?

Ahem, it was illegal to give extra lessons first!

Well, this should be one of the school rules of Mochi Academy...right?

But before Zhao Rong could think about it, Yu Huaijin's reaction in the next second surprised him.

"Mr. Meng, Xuan Ji has nothing to say, and I will accept the punishment with an open mind."

Yu Huaijin lowered his eyes, turned around and saluted towards Meng Zhengjun.

"Really?" Meng Zhengjun asked seriously.

"Really." Yu Huaijin nodded and glanced down at the copied manuscript on the desk, which was covered with the word "positive".

She frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about how to write well.

Meng Zhengjun nodded slowly, then looked at Zhao Rong meaningfully.

Zhao Rong simply ignored it and looked at Yu Huaijin in surprise.

I feel like this guy isn't as boring as I thought. At least he won't tell tales.

If it were 'Pei Niang', she would have the principal of the academy to make the decision for her, she would probably exaggerate all the trivial matters and pour out all her bitterness and hatred.

Zhao Rong smiled, then put it out of his mind, and prepared to politely ask the student to leave on the pretext of "attending class".

"Meng Xuezheng, do you have anything else to do? We are in class now..."

Meng Zhengjun said calmly: "Wait."

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and said, "Xue Zheng, please speak."

Meng Zhengjun took out a thick list from his sleeve, flipped through it with his eyes downcast, and said calmly:

"You said you were a new student? Why are you late for school? Also, I've been paying attention to Ruxing Hall, and I don't remember there being a student like you."

Zhao Rong didn't even think about it and said casually: "Oh, I'm a special student. I was lucky enough to be recommended by Mr. Yan and joined in the middle of the program."

It was no secret and he had nothing to hide.

But the next second, Meng Zhengjun's slight pause in reaction made Zhao Rong feel helpless.

By the way, you don’t have a grudge against Mr. Yan, do you?

After pausing for a moment, Meng Zhengjun continued to flip through the blank book, as if looking for something.

She hummed at the same time:

"Oh, it's another gifted student. When I was away, all the rules of the academy were messed up. Instead of going to Zhengyi Hall and Guangye Hall, the gifted students were stuffed into Ruxing Hall."

"Having Fan Yushu is not enough, and now you have another one. Mr. Yan treats you very well..."

Fan Yushu: “…”

In the last row, he had been shrinking his head ever since 'Big Yu Huai Jin' arrived, and he felt offended.

However, most of the students in Ruxing Hall raised their chins slightly, expressing their agreement.

Although the academy encourages teaching without discrimination, sometimes it also needs to teach students according to their aptitude, right?

Therefore, the Ruxing Hall that they were able to enter only accepted the most outstanding ones.

As a result, now, it seems that some strange elements have mixed in with them, and the team is no longer pure...

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong felt that today's lecture by Meng Xue Zheng had really benefited him a lot.

Well, within just a stick of incense, Zhao Rong's mind seemed to have completely lit up the school contempt chain, art school contempt chain, and student contempt chain within Mo Chi Academy.

However, Confucianism is inherently hierarchical.

In a sense, educating and regulating Confucian scholars through etiquette also serves their purpose and stabilizes order.

Zhao Rong was not too surprised.

At this moment, facing Meng Zhengjun's impolite words, he nodded in agreement.

"Well, Mr. Yan is really very kind to us."

Zhao Rong paused, glanced at the thick list that Meng Zhengjun was flipping through, and thought for a moment, "Mr. Meng, do you have some misunderstandings about Mr. Yan?"

The wrinkles on Meng Zhengjun's face did not move at all, and he remained expressionless, "No, just an acquaintance."

Zhao Rong nodded and was about to say something else, but Meng Zhengjun suddenly stopped.

He was attracted to it abnormally.

Meng Zhengjun stretched out a finger and slowly slid it across a certain part of the page. At a certain moment, she suddenly shouted, "Zhao Rong!"

Zhao Rong frowned.

The woman's cold voice echoed in the school.

Everyone looked at them curiously, and Yu Huaijin, who was concentrating on copying the words, couldn't help but look up.

Meng Zhengjun stared at the roster in his hand, which clearly recorded the hometowns and origins of every Mo Chi student, and continued in a cold voice.

"…named Ziyu, he is from Qianjing, Great Chu, and is the…son-in-law of the Duke of Jingnan in Qianjing! He married the second daughter of the Duke’s Mansion, Consort Zhao…Ling, who is now the genius of the Xiaoyao Mansion in Taiqing…"

As Meng Zhengjun read on, his brows gradually furrowed, their wrinkles even deeper than the nasolabial lines on his face.

Especially after she emphasized the word "son-in-law", her voice became smaller and smaller, but the hall also became quieter and quieter.

You can hear a pin drop.

The air was dead silent, no one spoke, and all the students in the classroom stood still like statues, staring at the man and woman in front of them.

Meng Zhengjun pursed his lips tightly and stared at two extremely glaring words on the page.

Zhao Rong also frowned and said nothing.

At a certain moment, a deafening shout came from everyone present and almost blew the roof off the Ruexing Hall.

"A son-in-law! You are a tall and handsome man, a student of Mochi, a disciple of the saint, and you are marrying into the wife's family!"

Meng Zhengjun raised his head, staring straight at Zhao Rong, and said word by word, "Oh, Zhao Lingfei, Xiaoyao Mansion, the pride of heaven. Zhao Ziyu, this soft rice, is it delicious?"

Zhao Rong's brows suddenly relaxed. He looked at her without saying anything.

In fact, I don’t know whether to tell the truth or a lie.

Meng Zhengjun's expression became firm as he stared at Zhao Rong.

The air was quiet for a while.

Zhao Rong said softly, "Mr. Meng, it seems that there is no such provision in the regulations of the academy and the school."

Meng Zhengjun frowned and did not answer his question, but his tone became calmer.

"Concubine Zhao Lingfei, I remember this girl. She has reached the level of Heavenly Aspiration and should be starting to strive for the Golden Core. Is she still in Xiaoyao Mansion? I will take you there and cancel this marriage! You don't need to be a coward and obey orders this time. Don't be afraid. The academy will make the decision for you!"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.

He turned around and looked around, and found that everyone was staring at him.

Meng Zhengjun also stared at him without blinking.

Zhao Rong thought about it carefully and said sincerely:

"Well, no retreat."

Before the powder keg was about to explode and Meng Zhengjun lost his temper, he confidently explained:

"Is it wrong for a 7-foot-tall man to like to live off women?"

Students of Ruxing Hall: “…”

Meng Zhengjun: “???”