The sun rises in the long corridor of Mochi Academy.

Zhao Rong, dressed in a student's green robe and with his sleeves rolled up, walked quietly among the crowd.

The voices of the surrounding Mo Chi students talking could be heard in my ears.

He was silent.

Today at the Mo Chi Academy, almost everyone was discussing the etiquette and art examination.

As the first art test in every mid-month examination, it is tedious, complicated and time-consuming, and always receives the most attention.

Moreover, for a major exam, the performance of the first test will always have a significant impact on the following ones.

Most of the students in Mo Chi also have a deep understanding of this.

Therefore, in this etiquette and art examination, the assessment set up by Meng Zhengjun in Dali at the foot of the mountain became the top priority of their discussion.

This is because the experience of several major examinations in the past has shown.

Regardless of whether the outdoor assessment is tiring or not, it is slightly more difficult.

Not to mention that the difficulty level is very different from the assessment within the college, which makes it difficult, but it is also a real hard job.

No one wants to be assigned to this matter.

However, the students who were chatting happily on the corridor were not too worried.

Because I heard that there are not many places to be sent to Dali this time, and...

It seems that some people have almost been pre-selected, and who will be chosen is roughly within a certain range.

Well, at least that's what most of the students in the academy vaguely guessed.

For example, the Justice Hall which was criticized by Meng Zhengjun some time ago.

For example, there are several troublesome students in Chongzhi Hall and Guangye Hall.

For example... there is a student named Zhao in Shuexing Hall who is actually the son-in-law often mentioned in books.

Mochi Academy has been open for quite some time.

Most students in various schools in the academy already have an idea of ​​the superiority and inferiority between schools and even between students.

At this time, on the lakeside corridor that runs through the school and connects the six halls.

The 'student named Zhao' mentioned by everyone walked towards Shuexing Hall while listening silently to these words.

In the face of the strange looks from people around him from time to time, he remained calm and even moved his lips slightly.

He seemed to be still talking to himself.

There was a student from Ruxing Hall who pricked up his ears to listen when he passed by the student named Zhao Ziyu.

It was discovered that he was actually reciting "Li" from the Thirteen Classics of Confucianism.

After Zhao Rong completed the recitation task assigned this morning, he raised his hand and yawned.

His eyelids drooped slightly.

It’s not that I’m too sleepy, but I just slept too much.

Zhao Rong's face was calm but a little sleepy. He turned around and glanced at the strange looks of his bored classmates.

He nodded and walked into Ruexing Hall.

…

The first class in Suixing Hall is the Sutra Class.

According to past practice, after the first class, Meng Zhengjun would probably gather all the students from the six halls of the academy to gather in the open space in front of the auditorium.

Announce the details of this mid-month examination.

This includes the etiquette art assessment and allocation, which is what everyone cares about most.

At this time, the sound of bells came from the distant mountains and forests, resounding throughout the Mo Chi Academy.

In Ruexing Hall, the first class on the meaning of scriptures ended.

The quiet lobby quickly became noisy.

However, most of the students in Shuixingtang did not go out to relax.

Instead, many people went to the front of the school to ask questions from Mr. Jingyi, who was packing up his books and about to leave.

The big exam is coming soon.

Among the seven arts of Confucianism, the art of classics and the art of poetry are both major arts, and the score of each is twice that of the minor arts.

It is of utmost importance and cannot be taken lightly.

In the back row of the hall, Zhao Rong, who was buried in classics, looked up at the familiar figure on the podium surrounded by students.

He was a white-haired old man wearing a long gown.

Zhao Rong knows him.

He had met her once when he first came to Duyou City and was waiting for an opportunity outside the academy.

At that time, Zhao Rong was almost recommended to the academy by this old man in long gown.

The old man’s surname was Gu, and he was respectfully called Mr. Gu by the students of Ruxing Hall.

Teach classics and art.

Moreover, Zhao Rong also knew that Mr. Yan and Mr. Gu, who were both followers of Confucianism and Taoism, had a good relationship.

However, that is the case.

Mr. Gu didn't seem to have much impression of Zhao Rong. When he recognized him before, the old man just nodded slightly.

Zhao Rong understood.

It seemed like what he and Mr. Yan said when they were chatting in the Maple Forest Courtyard in Taiqing Mansion that day.

Mr. Yan did not mention Zhao Rong in front of many people.

He didn't ask his old friend to give Zhao Rong any special treatment. Well, I guess he simply didn't say anything.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and continued to flip through the book.

Not long after, Mr. Gu left with a smile, and the students gathered in front of the podium began to disperse.

However, a large number of people did not disperse immediately. Instead, they stopped where they were and discussed in a low voice for a while.

The leader of this group was Wu Peiliang.

He and a few good friends had just consulted Mr. Gu on the meaning of the scriptures.

At this time, Wu Peiliang made some time and, while everyone was there, prepared to do something he had previously discussed with his friends and classmates.

He chatted quietly with his classmates. At the same time, he turned his eyes and glanced at a person who was reading quietly in the back row of the hall.

Soon, many students who came to Wu Peiliang tacitly gathered around him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his somewhat feminine face became even more feminine.

Wu Peiliang looked around but couldn't find Senior Yu. She had been called away by Meng Zhengjun just after class and had not returned yet.

Immediately, Wu Peiliang suddenly smiled and walked towards Zhao Rong with his classmates who came to help.

Front row of the classroom.

Jia Tengying, who was concentrating on reading, glanced towards the back row with a worried look on his face.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and flipped through the book, as if he didn't notice anything unusual in the classroom.

Well, although before he went out in the morning, Jia Tengying specifically stopped him and reminded him of something.

Wu Peiliang brought a group of students to Zhao Rong's desk.

Zhao Rong said without raising his eyelids: "Brother Wu, have you finished copying it two hundred times?"

Wu Peiliang looked calm. He nodded slightly, reached into his sleeve, took out a large stack of manuscripts, and threw them on Zhao Rong's desk.

He spoke calmly, "Mr. Zhao, check it out..."

Wu Peiliang wanted to say more, but suddenly he choked.

Because Zhao Rong, who was sitting behind the desk, turned over one more page of the book, then slowly closed it, picked up the stack of 'manuscripts he had copied as punishment' and glanced at it briefly.

Next second.

Zhao Rong suddenly stood up and walked to the storage area in the lobby with a calm expression.

He didn't even look at this illegal "group sex" and just threw it away.

“…”

Wu Peiliang's expression stiffened slightly and he slowly narrowed his eyes.

Behind him, most of the students in Ruxing Hall looked at each other, their faces gradually becoming ugly...

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and stood quietly opposite the students.

His eyes swept across everyone's expressions one by one, without missing a single one, and finally his sword-like gaze fell on Wu Peiliang's face, who was probably about to say something sarcastic again.

Zhao Rong drooped his eyelids, too lazy to wait passively for you to say something to intensify the conflict, and the next second, he opened his mouth and hit her in the face...