In the Mo Chi Academy, who else can suppress Meng Zhengjun?

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu felt that it was probably only the old chief priest.

Although on weekdays, everyone sees that the High Priest is approachable and is relatively close to him.

Students often joke that the High Priest is an old master who is hiding his true abilities.

There is a great opportunity hidden inside.

But jokes are jokes.

This old man who was demoted from the upper echelons of the academy to serve as the chief academic officer of the school is definitely not as simple as he seems.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu, and most of the students were well aware of this.

So right now, facing 'oppression'.

Zhao Rong and his companions decided to go and "beat the drum to appeal for justice".

At this moment, outside a pavilion on the lakeside of Mo Chi Academy, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu were standing quietly waiting.

Just now they reported to the steward boy in the water pavilion and asked to see the old master of chief wine.

But I heard from the boy that the old master of the imperial court went boating to the center of the lake to fish again.

So he asked Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu to wait for a while, and they sent someone to inform the old master of the imperial priesthood.

The two of them stood outside the pavilion, basking in the morning autumn sun and waiting.

"Brother Yiwu, do you think the old master of the Imperial Court will take care of these matters?"

Zhao Rong suddenly felt a little worried.

Gu Yiwu raised his hand to block the sun, looked in the direction of the ink pool, and nodded.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and said:

"It's been a while since Meng Xuezheng changed the school rules. The old master should know everything he should know, but I haven't seen any reaction from him."

He paused, then laughed and said, "The old man probably doesn't want to care. Well, he probably thinks it's not as important as fishing."

Gu Yiwu withdrew his gaze and shook his head.

He said wisely, "Brother Ziyu, what you said is wrong. But I don't blame you for worrying. Brother Ziyu entered the academy a little late, so he doesn't know our chief priest very well."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and pretended to listen attentively.

Gu Yiwu smiled slightly.

"Although Mr. Jijiu is relatively free, he still cares about us students at Mochi. When the school was first opened, he disagreed with Meng Xuezheng on many things. Many of the rights and interests we have now were fought for by the old man, otherwise the school rules would be even stricter."

"The old master, the chief priest, has not made any move on this matter. As Ziyu said, he should know that the pillars of our academy were destroyed by Meng Xuezheng..."

Gu Yiwu nodded slowly, his big eyes piercing as he looked in the direction of the ink pool.

"According to my understanding of the old master, if I'm not mistaken, he is waiting for Meng Xuezheng's new school rules to cause a strong backlash, waiting for us students who are suffering from the torture to come forward and complain, then he will put down his fishing rod and take action."

"He followed the will of the students of Mochi and used our complaint as a pretext to deal a fatal blow to Meng Xuezheng. He withdrew these new school rules and held him accountable. With a bit of luck, he might be able to put an end to it once and for all and prevent that woman from causing any trouble ever again!"

Zhao Rong seemed to be thinking about something and opened his mouth to ask again.

Gu Yiwu waved his hand and said in a serious tone:

"I know what Brother Ziyu wants to ask. The reason why the old master did not stop Meng Xuezheng from changing the school rules and governing the Mochi Academy at the beginning was that he had his own difficulties."

"Tzuyu, think about it. Although the old master is one level higher than that woman, if he is too opinionated, she will find an opportunity to go to the academy and complain that the old master does not tolerate female scholars and does not tolerate the younger generation doing things. Then all kinds of rumors will come out, which will be disadvantageous to the old master."

Gu Yiwu clenched his fist and sighed.

"So even though Mr. Jijiu has been oblivious to the outside world, he has actually been sitting on the fishing platform, silently watching the overall situation of the academy, and we... will take the initiative to go up and be his knife!"

Zhao Rong's frown gradually relaxed, "Brother Yiwu is right."

Gu Yiwu then gave a naive smile, and clenched his fists with the hands in front of his abdomen, feeling a little itchy.

He looked around but didn't see any long, hard objects like branches or sticks on the ground.

I'm lacking a handy weapon.

I kind of miss that handy broom that I returned not long ago.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth.

He finally understood why those strategists and celebrities in his memory liked the fan in their hands.

Every time after making a plan, he would fan his arms with a profound smile.

Well, Brother Yiwu has a unique taste here, he likes to dance with a stick.

It's the same principle as tactical retreat.

After analyzing the situation and general trend of Mo Chi Academy, Gu Yiwu looked satisfied.

He was quite talkative and patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder.

He said earnestly, "Tzuyu."

"Brother Yiwu, what's the matter?"

"This time you were targeted by Meng Xuezheng. Although it was really helpless and a natural conflict, you still have to learn some lessons."

"Is there any experience to be gained from this?" Zhao Rong wondered. He thought for a moment and said, "Don't mess with serious women who have stern faces? For example, Yu Huaijin?"

Gu Yiwu nodded and shook his head, and said with a tone of an experienced person, "If you meet someone like Meng Xuezheng in the future, who looks like a middle-aged woman in her forties, and who is obviously an old lady who has never been married and is unwanted by everyone, don't mess with her."

Zhao Rong opened his mouth slightly.

Gu Yiwu patted his shoulder with his big hand.

"Well, I know that people in our mountain have a long life span. Meng Xuezheng is probably more than 40 years old. Haha, she is an old girl anyway. That's what I mean. Ziyu should understand."

Zhao Rong closed his mouth.

Turning his head to look at the ink pool, he saw that the old master's boat had not returned yet.

Gu Yiwu then smiled and said:

"So, in the future, when you meet older women like this, especially those who look tough and serious and boring, avoid any contact with them."

"Tzuyu, think about it. A woman like this, she's so old, she's still an old maid, and she's at an age where she has a bad temper. I wonder how much resentment she has. If she gets on your mind, you'll be skinned alive. She'll embarrass you all day long and vent her resentment on you. The key is that she feels justified."

The burly man shook his head. "Oh, let's not talk about it. Our school is unlucky. There happened to be one. Brother Ziyu, every failure is a lesson. You should be careful next time. OK?"

He looked at Zhao Rong with sympathy.

"Brother Yiwu," Zhao Rong said, "Your family doesn't have any hereditary heart disease, right?"

"No." Gu Yiwu answered, frowning, "No heart disease. My ancestors were only killed by some evil practitioners' strange magic and died unexpectedly. What's the matter?"

"Why don't you turn around and take a look." Zhao Rong nodded.

“…”

Gu Yiwu's eyelids twitched violently, but he didn't look back, "Zi, Zi, Ziyu, stop messing around!"

Zhao Rong did not answer, but turned his head to look in the direction of the ink pool again, looking for the boat that the smiling old gentleman was returning on. Well, still no sign of it.

Gu Yiwu: “…”

He gritted his teeth, turned around, and saw a prim and proper woman with nasolabial folds on her cheeks, looking at him quietly.

Gu Yiwu said hesitantly, "Master...Master Xuezheng. Why are you basking in the sun here?"

Meng Zhengjun, a forty-something old lady who has not yet married and is in menopause, has a blank expression on her face.

Gu Yiwu: “!!!”

Zhao Rong blinked, then rolled up his sleeves and turned his back. He couldn't bear to watch the next scene...

Not long after, a burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was scolded by a cold-faced and old-fashioned woman.

Although Zhao Rong couldn't bear to look, he still pricked up his ears and listened for a while.

What made him quite relieved was that Gu Yiwu did not receive a serious warning this time.

But the punishment for this 'teacher who talked behind his back', well, he was caught on the spot, which was enough to make him suffer a lot.

At this moment, outside the waterside pavilion, Meng Zhengjun glanced at Zhao Rong, and then walked into the pavilion.

Zhao Rong looked at her back quietly.

By the way, Meng Xuezhen walks very silently, and so does her appearance.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Zhengjun appeared behind Gu Yiwu and listened quietly to Gu Yiwu's experience on how to deal with old women.

Zhao Rong looked towards the lakeside and saw that the old master's boat had already docked.

He looked back again.

Gu Yiwu was shrugging his shoulders and looking at Zhao Rong with resentful eyes.

The latter sighed softly, reached out and patted Gu Yiwu on the shoulder, and couldn't help laughing and said:

"Listening to your words is better than fighting for ten years."

Gu Yiwu demonstrated it himself: "???"

…

After one stick of incense.

Meng Zhengjun walked out of the waterside pavilion and left without paying any attention to Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu outside the door.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu looked at each other and walked into the pavilion.

The old priest changed the place to fish.

On a platform by the water.

At this time, he was hanging bait on the fishing hook. There was no one else on the balcony. On the stairs, the footsteps of Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu gradually sounded.

The old man fishing, with his eyes downcast, was busy with his work.

Hearing footsteps at this time, he smiled heartily, "It's Ziyu and Yiwu, why did you think of coming to visit me?"

Seeing this, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu began to flatter him without asking for any money.

Zhao Rong: "I haven't seen you for a long time, sir. I miss you so much."

Gu Yiwu: "When I think about not being able to enjoy the elegant brilliance of the old gentleman today, Ziyu and I feel itchy. When we got up this morning, we were so anxious that we wanted to come to you right away and listen to your teachings."

Zhao Rong: "Brother Yiwu, what you said is wrong. I want to criticize you. How is Mr. Jijiu old? Don't talk nonsense. In my opinion, Mr. Jijiu is not old at all. He always keeps a young heart."

Gu Yiwu: “…”

He looked at Zhao Rong speechlessly.

The latter did not blush or feel nervous.

Gu Yiwu had no choice but to nod in agreement, forming a united front, and continued to flatter him, "Zi Yu is right, I was confused, it must have been a ghost just now. Master Jijiu is not old, as long as the heart is not old, the person is not old..."

The old priest listened happily while swinging his club, stroking his gray beard and nodding from time to time.

He felt refreshed and tilted his head to glance at the two young men whom he liked the most.

Some emotion.

The old chief priest only felt that with his old bones, he had nurtured two pillars of the academy with great prospects.

He smiled and said, "Tzuyu, Yiwu, sit anywhere you want, don't be so formal."

Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Gu Yiwu.

The two of them glanced around again.

Apart from the small stool under the old gentleman's buttocks, where else can we sit?

But the two of them didn't care. They had more important things to do today - tell tales.

They took a few steps forward and squatted beside the old priest.

One on the left and one on the right.

As agreed upon outside before, Gu Yiwu was the first to complain, recounting in detail everything Meng Zhengjun had done in the academy in recent days.

However, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu had a tacit understanding and there was no exaggeration, nor was there any need for it.

Whenever Gu Yiwu talked about his new Cuju stadium, he burst into tears.

Every word is heart-wrenching.

Even Zhao Rong felt a little bit sorry for it, not to mention the old chief priest who always loved his students like his own children.

"How can this girl be so stubborn and unyielding? She doesn't leave any room for compromise and punishes anyone who doesn't agree with her ideas. I personally approved the Cuju event in your Hall of Justice. Cuju is also a way to strengthen your body. How dare she withdraw it just like that!"

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu's eyes lit up.

There's hope.

But before they could add any more energy, the old priest's words made the two of them feel a pang in their hearts.

“Hey, but, Ziyu, Yiwu, you have to understand the current situation of the academy. The mid-month exam is coming soon, and your head teacher should also want you to review seriously…”

"How about this? You guys should work harder in the exam. After you finish and get good grades, I will go with you to argue with her. There is no point in targeting you, Tzuyu, and Justice Hall. I will make the decision for you, and I'm sure she will give in."

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu were still not satisfied.

Let’s not talk about whether we can survive the days before the mid-month exam.

Meng Zhengjun has his eyes on you. Do you still want to get good grades in the etiquette exam in the middle of the month?

It's difficult.

The two still did not give up and spoke some heartfelt words.

Gu Yiwu also recounted Meng Zhengjun's unfair treatment of Zhao Rong.

It’s just that the old chief priest was just practicing Tai Chi, and occasionally explained a few things to Meng Zhengjun.

But most of the time, the old man was comforting Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, sharing the same hatred with them and criticizing a certain old-fashioned and serious woman.

Gu Yiwu was anxious. It was useless to complain like this. For the sake of the final exam results of the Hall of Justice.

He frowned and said seriously:

"Old sir, allow me to say something that is extremely unethical but true. This Meng Xuezheng, it's obvious that his elders or teachers didn't teach him well before. He is so vindictive and old-fashioned. Ziyu and I feel that you are needed now..."

Bang——!

Gu Yiwu paused abruptly because someone suddenly patted him on the back of the head.

The old priest smiled and withdrew his hand.

Gu Yiwu was stunned, "Jijiu, you hit me..."

The old priest nodded and said, "Oh, and Tzuyu feels the same way."

Bang——!

Zhao Rong retreated tactically and raised his hand to rub the forehead of someone who was affected.

"I am her father." said Mr. Meng slowly.

"..."Zhao Rong.

“……”Gu Yiwu.