The night is as dark as ink.

In a room of Nanxuan Academy, the lights were still on at midnight.

But there was no one in front of the desk under the lamp in the house.

On the bed, someone fell from the ink dream again, fell into the dark ocean, was swept away by the illusory tide, and landed on the beach of reality.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and thought about the dream he had just had with his mind clear.

During the day, he had a "friendly meeting" with the academician who had just returned to the academy.

On the way back from the academy, Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu carefully comforted him.

Although Zhao Rong really wanted to say that he really didn't feel inferior about being a son-in-law.

Well, Zhao Rong has always been able to hold back on this standard identity of a protagonist in this kind of book, with a deep hatred and deep suffering, and has never proudly shown off to them, which is already pretty good.

There is no such thing as finding joy in suffering.

However, Zhao Rong looked at the expressions of his two good friends who were trying to persuade him earnestly, and decided to forget it and not explain.

It sounds a bit childish to say this.

And it's useless to say anything.

This was another time when Zhao Rong felt more deeply the influence of his past life memories on him, which caused the difference in his cognition with the people around him.

Perhaps Zhao Rong had never experienced the frustration of being a son-in-law before?

When he first woke up, he did not receive any cold stares or contempt in the Duke's Mansion in Qianjing.

Now that she has reconciled with Qingjun, she can't hide her love for him. Well, there is also Xiao Qian'er who is jumping around and shouting "I want one too".

If Meng Zhengjun hadn't suddenly appeared today and strongly opposed and despised it,

I guess Zhao Rong is still secretly delighted at this meaningful identity that 'he has something that others don't'.

You didn't expect that I'm a son-in-law, hiding among you...

After returning to Dongli Cottage, Zhao Rong decided to have another dream at night.

Because he had some guesses in his mind.

I am somewhat curious about Meng Zhengjun and Yu Huaijin, two equally old-fashioned women.

Curious about their past.

However, Zhao Rong didn't know much about Meng Zhengjun, and couldn't know much.

But for Yu Huaijin...their dreams are the same.

Zhao Rong could roughly get a glimpse of something.

However, this time when he entered the dream, he still did not make many substantial discoveries, because the little girl with pigtails slipped away again and deliberately avoided him.

At this time, Zhao Rong, who was lying on the bed, was stunned for a while and then came to his senses.

He subconsciously wanted to do a somersault to stand up, but he thought the small bed wouldn't be able to bear it, so he gave up.

Zhao Rong stood up with a smile, put on a robe, went to the desk, and started studying late into the night.

When someone is reading by lamplight at night.

A strange, melted ink dream, like bubbles in the water of the lake of the heart, rises again.

Gradually evolve and return to its original state.

Amidst the dark-colored mountains and waters that shine without any light and the idyllic scenery that resembles a paradise, a square school continues to sit quietly.

There was no door to the school, only a small window half-open.

Looking through the gap in the window, I saw a little girl with a pigtail sitting quietly at a nearby table. She was sitting upright, with her head down, flipping through a book.

Inside the school.

The tall and thin old man whose face could not be seen was still teaching.

Including the little girl with pigtails, the twenty-one students attended the class seriously and worshipped the teacher as a god.

All this happened silently.

In Zhao Rong's opinion, the person who possessed this dream should be a little girl with pigtails, mixed in with the schoolchildren.

She is more old-fashioned and serious than her peers.

The tall and thin teacher had much more expectations and demands of her than the other children around him.

At this moment, even though I know that this is just a dream, a song that will never end.

This little girl with pigtails sculpted out of ink is more devoted than all the people in the dream.

She only had a desk, a classroom, a window, and endless classes.

Even if there are flowers everywhere, it is a paradise and the scenery is like spring.

She still couldn't get out.

At some point.

Inside the school, in front of the desk, the little girl with pigtails who had been listening to the class attentively, silently picked up the pen and started writing.

As I was writing, I suddenly paused.

She lowered her head, stretched out a finger, and secretly tasted the ink on her fingertips.

…

The next morning.

Zhao Rong went to the academy for classes as usual.

Originally, according to his idea, he had already explained yesterday's events to Meng Xuezhen and had probably let it go.

Just write it down in a small notebook.

Until he was stopped early in the morning.

"stop."

A familiar calm female voice.

Zhao Rong, who was walking between Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying and was about to enter Ruexingtang together, stopped.

He, his two good friends, and some students who happened to be passing by turned back together.

Meng Zhengjun was standing quietly not far away, holding his hands with a serious expression.

In the early morning sun, it looked like a statue, motionless.

If Zhao Rong hadn't recognized her voice, he probably wouldn't have been sure whether the words just now came from the mouth of this sculpture.

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly.

How come he appeared behind me silently without any footsteps? When I passed by there a few moments ago, there was no one there.

Well, he suddenly appeared in the calligraphy class yesterday, catching us off guard...

Can you do something about the living world?

Outside the school, Zhao Rong complained in his heart.

Seeing that Meng Zhengjun was looking at him intently, Zhao Rong stopped pretending to be stupid and took a step forward.

"What's the matter, Mr. Meng?"

Meng Zhengjun frowned, "Where is your student uniform?"

Zhao Rong had a strong desire to survive and said, "It's sunny today, a rare sunny day, so I'll take it and wash it."

He paused, narrowed his eyes and said, "The academy doesn't have any rules about wearing it..."

Meng Zhengjun interrupted:

"The school rules have been changed. The new school rules will be implemented from today. Mo Chi students must wear the student's blue robe when they are in the school, except for holidays or large-scale sacrificial ceremonies. Those who violate the order will be punished once..."

She raised her chin slightly and spoke slowly.

"If you are punished once, you will be punished by copying the Linlu Academy's Announcement 100 times; if you are punished twice, you will be responsible for three days of miscellaneous work in the back mountain of the academy; if you are punished three times, you will be confined to the hall for a month to reflect on your mistakes; if you are punished three times, you will be expelled from the academy!"

The students who stopped outside Suixing Hall looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, "So, Mr. Xue Zheng, has this been considered as my first violation?"

Meng Zhengjun did not answer, but turned around and prepared to leave, leaving behind a sentence.

"The manuscript should be handed in to the ceremonial hall in three days."

Zhao Rong suddenly said, "Meng Xuezheng, please stay."

Meng Zhengjun paused for a moment and turned his head to ask, "What do you want?"

Zhao Rong lowered his head and straightened the sleeve of his right hand.

He lowered his eyes and said softly, "I am willing to be punished for violating the school rules, but the schoolmaster has changed the school rules, so I have to keep a copy."

Zhao Rong looked up and smiled.

"I am stupid and want to take it back to study. So, Master Xuezheng should be able to meet my humble request. Well, it shouldn't be the old trick of the small country at the foot of the mountain, 'the law is unknown, the power is unpredictable', right?"

Meng Zhengjun was silent for a moment, then turned and looked at him.

She nodded, "Of course."

Then he casually threw a brand new textbook over and turned and left.

Zhao Rong took it and put it away.

He looked up at Meng Zhengjun's departing back, silent.

It was obvious that this serious and old-fashioned woman was targeting him.

And they are serious about it, they want to get him out.

Meng Zhengjun probably thinks that he is a stain on Mo Chi Academy and Linlu Academy.

Just like stains on a white wall, since you can't "make a fresh start" by repainting it, just remove it or erase it.

Not to mention whether I can successfully graduate from Mo Chi Academy, the current thing is to be on guard against her nitpicking and find an opportunity to expel me from the school.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but frown.

What a troublesome woman.

I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, I'm afraid of thieves thinking about it.

Now, a young student like him was being targeted by the principal of the academy who was in charge of the disciplines of the six halls.

Zhao Rong touched the new school rules in his sleeve, then suddenly smiled and shook his head.

Oh, how can I be allowed to change the school rules?

So what?

Oh, so you were in a hurry. That’s okay.

He clasped his hands, turned around and walked into Ruxing Hall with his friends.

When passing by someone's seat, Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at Wu Peiliang.

Compared with Meng Zhengjun, he suddenly felt that Wu Peiliang's face became amiable. Well, from this angle, he was quite handsome.

Everyone in the school knew roughly what had just happened outside the door.

Wu Peiliang was laughing secretly with joy at the fact that Zhao Rong was punished.

At this moment, he suddenly saw Zhao Rong, who should have had a gloomy face after being punished, actually had a smile on his face and looked at him with a "weird" look.

Wu Peiliang shuddered suddenly, then glared back fiercely.

…

In the next few days, Zhao Rong carefully copied "Linlu Academy Revelation" a hundred times.

And every word is correct, leaving no chance for anyone to find fault.

Then he read the new school rules from beginning to end and memorized them by heart.

Zhao Rong found that compared with the old school rules, the new school rules did have many loopholes in them.

It looks like it was tailor-made for him.

For example, there is a regulation that students are not allowed to bring relatives and friends into Mochi Academy without permission, especially women.

This provision also includes rest days.

Therefore, Zhao Rong's behavior of bringing Qingjun and Qianer into the academy on the last day off, whether it happened now or in the future, would definitely be a plus one and a demerit.

Moreover, in the past few days, in the etiquette class that finally started, Meng Zhengjun frequently mentioned Zhao Rong's name when asking questions and conducting random checks.

The only one who can compare with him is Yu Huaijin.

People who don’t know might think that Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin are both Mr. Meng’s favorites.

Fortunately, although Zhao Rong was indifferent to the boring piano skills and was poor at it.

However, for the equally boring ritual art, there are completely different expressions.

Thanks to his photographic memory, he could memorize those large volumes of etiquette and classical literature after reading them a few times, and it was not difficult to practice them. In addition, he had Yu Huaijin, a walking textbook, and he could learn a lot of etiquette and rules by watching her.

So Meng Zhengjun didn't catch him in class.

However, despite Zhao Rong's careful precautions, something bad still happened.

This was during his calligraphy class at Suixingtang.

This day was Li Xueyu's birthday, and the mid-month exam was just a few days away, so Zhao Rong wanted to let the students of Shuexingtang relax appropriately.

After all, he has been quite harsh in these days.

However, Zhao Rong has not forgotten the pain, as he knows that a serious and old-fashioned woman has been staring at him recently.

So Zhao Rong asked the students to study on their own and told them to speak quietly as they congratulated Li Xueyoudao.

He also folded his hands, walked to the door and stood there to keep watch on them.

As a result, when Zhao Rong just arrived at the door, he didn't have time to look around outside.

The Suixing Hall, which had just made some noises behind him, suddenly became quiet.

Zhao Rong looked back and saw that a serious woman with wrinkles on her face appeared out of nowhere in front of Yu Huaijin's desk, looking at him in front of the door with an expressionless face.

Well, I’ll add one more point and remember it once more.

By the way, don’t you great Confucian monks go through the main entrance?

In broad daylight, trying to trick someone into thinking they were dead?

Zhao Rong was a little curious, but Meng Zhengjun obviously would not satisfy his curiosity and perform it for him again.

Well, unless you exchange it for 'Happy One'.

So today, Zhao Rong, who had been punished twice, was punished to go to the back mountain of the academy to sweep up fallen leaves and do miscellaneous chores.

However, he found that he was not alone, and he was not fighting alone...

"Hmm? Brother Gu, how come you have the leisure to be here...sweeping the floor?"

Early in the morning, after taking a walk by the lake and finishing his morning reading, Zhao Rong ran to the auditorium to sign in, picked up a handy broom, and went to the back mountain of the school.

As a result, he saw from afar a burly man standing alone in an open space covered with fallen autumn leaves.

Also holding a broom, his back, coupled with the autumn wind and falling leaves, looks somewhat bleak and desolate.

Zhao Rong came over.

Gu Yiwu saw the person coming, but he was not surprised at all.

He drooped his eyelids and sighed softly, "Just like Brother Zhao, I was punished twice by Xuezheng."

Zhao Rong blinked.

He is now considered a semi-celebrity in Mo Chi Academy. He was targeted by Meng Zhengjun and was punished twice. The incidents had been reported to all six halls and many people talked about it in private.

While Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu were sweeping the floor, he asked curiously:

"Brother Gu, what did you do wrong to be caught by her?"

When Gu Yiwu heard this, he got angry.

He held the long stick broom horizontally, grasping both ends with his big hands, as if he was brewing expressions and words, but the long stick in his hands had gradually bent.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and glanced at the broom of good quality.

Gu Yiwu didn’t know what he was thinking about. He took a deep breath and calmed down.

At the same time, he looked around cautiously, as if he was guarding against something.

Zhao Rong felt the same way and looked around with him, looking for the ghost of a serious woman.

It’s no wonder that the two of them are like this, they are so careful with what they say.

After all, it seems that they are all being targeted, so they better be careful.

Otherwise, Meng Zhengjun would suddenly appear and accuse both of them of disrespecting their teachers without any explanation.

I guess it's another bonus, one step closer to being expelled from the Grand Slam...

The two looked around for a while but didn't see anything unusual. Moreover, they were in an open space on all sides with no walls or ears, so it was relatively safe.

Gu Yiwu let out a long breath and let go of the broom in his hand that was about to break.

He complained to Zhao Rong in a low voice...