"Brother Wu has quite a few 'book boys'. They copied two hundred times quite quickly."

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids, nodded, and glanced at the group of students from Ruxingtang behind Wu Peiliang.

Wu Peiliang forced a smile from the corners of his stiff mouth and shook his head as if sighing.

He tried to soften his voice and said calmly:

"Oh, I was just about to tell Brother Zhao."

Wu Peiliang paused, turned his head to look at his classmates who came to help him, and the smile on his face became even wider.

He immediately suppressed the complacency in his heart and looked sideways at Zhao Rong.

"I am not talented, but I am grateful for the kindness of my friends and classmates. They couldn't bear to see me distracted by copying books when the exam was approaching, which would affect my exam results. So after class, they came to me and asked for some copying jobs to help me share the burden."

Wu Peiliang turned around and bowed to the large group of students from Ruxingtang who were following him, with a look of gratitude on his face.

The students also returned the greeting.

Zhao Rong watched coldly.

Wu Peiliang sighed with emotion.

"Alas, thanks to the solidarity and friendship of our Shuxing Hall, where classmates help each other, I have not been distracted by these boring trivial matters these days, and can spare time to prepare for the exam. Next, I will contribute to the ranking of Shuxing Hall in the exam."

Wu Peiliang turned and squinted at the discarded manuscript.

"It's just that I thought that although Mr. Zhao was just here to spend time, he should be able to understand his position and know what is the most urgent matter of the school and what is the trivial matter. He should be able to put the overall situation first and understand the expedient measures that my classmates and I have to take. But I didn't expect that."

He took a step forward, his voice suddenly cold:

"Humph, Mr. Zhao is so ruthless. Don't you think too highly of yourself? You don't take me and my classmates seriously at all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, most of the students from Ruexingtang who came with Wu Peiliang looked indignant.

Just as Wu Peiliang said, whether it was Zhao Rong’s calligraphy class or the conflicts between Zhao Rong and Wu Peiliang on daily basis.

Most of them followed and watched honestly.

Because these are all based on the premise of being beneficial to the results of the Ruxingtang final examination and at least not hindering the final examination.

This is also the sense of collective honor that Yu Huaijin has always created.

But now, there is a conflict between Zhao Rong and Wu Peiliang.

As the big exam approaches, it seems to all the students that the exam results of Ratexing Hall will be affected by the willfulness of one party.

Because Wu Peiliang had ranked among the top in Shuexingtang in the past two major examinations.

at this time.

The students of Ruxingtang looked aggressively at Zhao Rong who threw their manuscripts casually.

Wait for him to give a reasonable explanation.

only.

What Wu Peiliang and others never expected was.

Zhao Rong, who had remained silent all this time, looked at them with a strange look.

Then he nodded without even thinking, agreeing with what Wu Peiliang had just said.

"Well. You guys..." Zhao Rong looked at the people in front of him and said bluntly, "It's really not good."

Wu Peiliang: “???”

Students of Ruxing Hall: “…”

Wu Peiliang wondered if he had heard it wrong. Why was this guy so arrogant? Why was he so arrogant? How dare he be so arrogant? !

He snapped, "You..."

"Shut up."

Zhao Rong frowned and interrupted with a cold rebuke.

Wu Peiliang choked up.

Zhao Rong rolled up his right sleeve and placed his right fist across his abdomen.

He suddenly asked, "Who do you think you are?"

Wu Peiliang opened his eyes and his face turned red.

Zhao Rong thought about it, shook his head and explained, "Oh, I mean, every time you take a big exam, where can you rank in this Ruxing Hall?"

Only then did Wu Peiliang slowly exhale.

He just sneered and said nothing about this question.

Disdain to answer.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong looked serious and asked, "First?"

Wu Peiliang snorted and did not answer this question which he knew the answer to.

Does this guy in front of me really not know, or is he pretending not to know?

With Yu Huaijin around, she got full marks in almost every subject except calligraphy. Who in Suixing Hall dares to claim to be the best?

Zhao Rong's tone still held some hope, "Second?"

Wu Peiliang frowned slightly but still said nothing.

Zhao Rong's way of asking made him feel a little uncomfortable.

However, it is also close to Wu Peiliang’s real ranking.

In the two major exams, his best result was third, but he made some minor mistakes in the previous exam and only ranked fourth.

At this time, Wu Peiliang snorted coldly again.

Then he raised his chin slightly, glanced at Zhao Rong with some pride, and waited for Zhao Rong to guess the correct answer by the method of elimination.

"Not even the second one." Zhao Rong shook his head, his tone disappointed, "Brother Wu... is that all?"

Wu Peiliang's face turned dark.

What do you mean you don’t even have a second child?

Can't you please be more careful with your wording when you speak? Why does it sound like you're swearing?

It was the same when I asked him what his position was just now.

besides……

Wu Peiliang opened his eyes wide and looked carefully at Zhao Rong's regretful expression.

He took a deep breath.

The students behind him, hearing Zhao Rong's regretful tone and seeing this scene, could not help but remain speechless.

Hiss, you are the only one who pretends to be so awesome.

Wow, you can’t do anything, and you’re the first to show off?

Wu Peiliang couldn't control his anger.

As the top student among the six halls in Ruxing Hall, the students who rank in the top three or four in the examination are not even qualified for mention in the eyes of you, Mr. Zhao, a talented student, right?

At this moment, the Ruexing Hall became eerily quiet.

Whether they were students who came with Wu Peiliang to stand in the formation, or students who were quietly watching from their seats.

They were all speechless.

All eyes fell on the young student with a calm expression.

Zhao Rong got the answer he wanted from everyone's reactions.

"I thought... he was so awesome." He shook his head, ignoring the dissatisfaction of the people around him, and sighed to himself.

Wu Peiliang: "Zhao Ziyu! You..."

"Stop talking about you. What do you mean by you?" Zhao Rong interrupted with a pout.

He said indifferently: "Okay, if there is no second child, then there is no second child. It's okay as long as we can make do with it."

Wu Peiliang's face turned the color of liver, but he quickly reacted, suppressed his anger, and tried to keep his face calm.

Don’t get angry. Whoever gets angry first will lose.

"Haha, Mr. Zhao is really arrogant."

"Don't scream. You'll know if it's loud or not after you try it." Zhao Rong thought about it and chuckled, "I mean the tone."

Wu Peiliang: “…”

Zhao Rong put down his rolled-up sleeves, restrained his expression, and said directly: "Since Brother Wu is so confident and has a grand ceremony, and can ask other classmates to help copy books, well, then let's... have a clash."

He paused, as if he remembered something, and added with a smile the kind of middle school remark that is common in such occasions.

"Don't be a coward. Anyone who is a coward is a grandson."

Upon hearing this, Wu Peiliang narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at Zhao Rong, who spoke in a calm tone.

Some wondered if he had heard it wrongly.

Are you going to... bet with him?

Wu Peiliang laughed angrily.

"Haha, I didn't expect Mr. Zhao to be such a hidden master. You're pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, right? But this is the first time I've seen you pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger directly on a human face. Haha, can you tell me how to do it first?"

Although he said so, Wu Peiliang did not relax his vigilance at all. He kept thinking about the strength that the harmless man in front of him had already displayed.

If Zhao Rong proposed to compare the results of the calligraphy exam, he would definitely not be a fool to agree.

Although Zhao Rong became a calligraphy teacher, Wu Peiliang was unhappy.

But after being slapped in the face once, he was able to rationally recognize which of the two had better calligraphy.

He is not the villain in the best-selling vernacular novels sold in the bookstore outside the academy, who gets hit on the left cheek and then turns to the right cheek.

In addition, Wu Peiliang also re-examined some of the things about Zhao Rong that he had despised in the past.

Just as Wu Peiliang's thoughts were racing.

Zhao Rong also smiled, revealing his clean and dazzling white teeth. "We will compare what Brother Wu is most proud of and what our classmates value most. So, let's make it simple and compare the overall scores of the seven arts of Confucianism in this mid-month exam! How do you think?"

Wu Peiliang narrowed his eyes and did not agree immediately. Instead, he looked up and down at Zhao Rong, who had a calm expression.

Zhao Rong seemed to see what Wu Peiliang was thinking and nodded slightly.

"Well, I also advise Brother Wu to think about it more. You must think carefully. Ha, think more about whether I am bluffing, deliberately deceiving you, or using a trick against you to provoke you. You must think more divergently and don't miss anything, otherwise you will lose without knowing why."

Wu Peiliang suddenly waved.

"No need to say more, let's bet. Humph, I just thought about it to prevent you from playing word games. Haha, this exam is about the overall score of the seven arts of Confucianism, right? Then let's make a decision. The one with the highest total score and the highest ranking will win. Don't play any language traps. Also, what do you want to bet with me?"

Zhao Rong's eyelids drooped slightly. "The one with the higher score wins. Isn't this nonsense?"

He shook his head, then casually stretched out his hand and pointed at the manuscript that had just been discarded in the pile of miscellaneous items.

"You have to copy it two hundred times. Just copy it once more. This time, write it word for word. Oh, by the way, bring the bookboy who has been doing your homework for you to me."

Zhao Rong spoke in a lazy tone.

Wu Peiliang clenched his fists and said in a relaxed tone, "Okay, very good, I can. But do you have anything I can bet on that I would like?"

Zhao Rong glanced at him.

"You have always been dissatisfied with my position as the teaching assistant of calligraphy. Well, if you score higher, I will give you the position."

Zhao Rong paused and added, "Oh, by the way, you guys have been talking about the taste of the water from the Zhengguan Well in private. Maybe we can have a chance to taste it."

Wu Peiliang's eyes lit up slightly, but he immediately suppressed the urge to agree.

The story about Zhao Rong drinking the water from Zhengguanjing in Zhu Yourong's class has been widely spread among the students in the six halls recently.

Even many scholars in the academy had heard about this matter. While secretly praising this junior fellow for his good luck, they could not help but feel a little envious.

Therefore, during that period of time, the students of Mo Chi were looking forward to Zhu Yourong's calligraphy class, hoping that they could be rewarded with Zhengguanjingshui after outstanding performance.

It’s just a pity that the day Zhu Yourong took out the water from the Zhengguan Well as a reward was also the last time.

It was never taken out again.

This also made the students of Mo Chi feel very sorry.

However, there was also a rumor that someone, as an assistant teacher of calligraphy, was favored by Zhu Yourong and often visited Yilanxuan, where he could often drink tea brewed with water from Zhengguan Well.

This kind of enviable thing is also one of the reasons why students like Wu Peiliang are unhappy with Zhao Rong.

However, right now, the opportunity to replace Zhao Rong as the teaching assistant of calligraphy class is right in front of him.

However, Wu Peiliang temporarily suppressed his enthusiasm and thought calmly.

In fact, no matter how he thought about it at this moment, he couldn't understand how Zhao Rong had the courage to compete with him in the overall performance of the seven arts of Confucianism.

At present, according to what Wu Peiliang observed.

Zhao Rong's musical skills are of the short version, and it doesn't look like he is pretending.

But Wu Peiliang did not underestimate the enemy.

If it was just the music arts subject that was not doing well, Zhao Rong might be able to turn the tables on him.

After all, in the calligraphy course, Wu Peiliang could almost foresee that Zhao Rong would get full marks.

This can also make up for the shortcomings in his musical skills to a certain extent.

But even so, it would be extremely difficult for Zhao Rong to beat him, unless his scores in other subjects were abnormally close to full marks, like Yu Huaijin.

Although this is almost impossible to achieve.

Not to mention, Zhao Rong’s current situation makes this even more impossible.

Wu Peiliang sneered in his heart.

Not to mention the other art exams, Wu Peiliang doubted whether he could pass the upcoming etiquette exam.

Do you really think Meng Zhengjun is a vegetarian? You can really get away with such a disobedience?

Zhao Ziyu, can you ask her to give you a perfect score of 10, which is only given by Yu Huaijin?

Although the assessment of the mid-month examination is required to be as fair as possible, except for some arts that can be quantified and scored according to standards, such as the natural grades of poetry in prose and poetry.

Some other arts, such as etiquette, calligraphy, painting, etc., are inherently extremely subjective.

Gentlemen, a single thought can determine life or death...

Wu Peiliang was weighing the pros and cons as he thought about it.

On the side, Zhao Rong was not in a hurry and let Wu Peiliang take his time.

He rolled up his sleeves and stood still.

After more than half a year of practicing martial arts, Zhao Rong's temperament seemed to have been reborn.

He is no longer the weak scholar who would scream when Liu Sanbian pinched his bones, well, a weak otaku.

The broken meridians last night had brought him only one step away from reaching the Fuyao realm, which made him even more energetic.

At this moment, Zhao Rong stood with his back as straight as a gun and his posture upright, opposite Wu Peiliang and other students, but his face was as calm as water and he did not move at all.

I don't know what he is thinking.

This also made Wu Peiliang even more fearful.

This made the students who followed behind him to support him feel a little uneasy.

At this moment, in the silent Ruexing Hall, the expressions and behaviors of Zhao Rong and Wu Peiliang were clearly distinguished by others.

Wu Peiliang also seemed to realize that his performance was not good.

However, Wu Peiliang was still somewhat suspicious when Zhao Rong took the initiative to sit on his face.

It's no wonder that he is timid, he has suffered many setbacks at the hands of others.

Wu Peiliang even felt that the man in front of him was a little weird, and the right time and place were always on his side.

At this moment, Wu Peiliang couldn't help but look closely at Zhao Rong's expression.

But there was still nothing visible on the face of the man in front of me...

Zhao Rong actually felt a little bored.

Before, he had always kept a low profile except for calligraphy classes, but people still came to him for everything.

So is Wu Peiliang.

So is Meng Zhengjun.

So are the rumors among the students.

I was walking on the corridor in the morning, reciting a book, and hearing rumors all around me.

Do you really think he has no temper?

Zhao Rong was really annoyed.

Then let’s try them one by one and see what kind of quality they are.

Well, just like what Mr. Meng said, fighting with others is endless fun.

Just as Wu Peiliang was hesitating, Zhao Rong glanced around and suddenly met the gaze of Li Xueyu who was looking at this side nervously.

He noticed a hint of worry on her little face.

Zhao Rong raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a relieved smile.

But the latter had already turned back in a hurry.

"Okay, let's bet!"

Wu Peiliang's expression had calmed down since then. "My classmates are my witnesses. You lose. Don't regret it when the time comes!"

Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

Then, without saying anything else, he walked back to his seat.

Wu Peiliang sneered and turned to leave.

Just the next second, a calm voice suddenly came from outside the lobby door.

"The Dean has ordered that all students from the six halls gather outside the ceremonial hall."

Yu Huaijin didn't know when he started standing in front of the door with his hands folded.