On the nine steps.

As soon as Meng Zhengjun made a move, the noisy scene became silent in an instant, like a duck being strangled by a big hand.

"As usual, for this type of special assessment that is out of the main arrangement, I will assign scores as appropriate, and give appropriate extra points to those who perform well."

After she finished speaking.

Zhao Rong noticed that none of the students on the field looked excited or eager to try.

Most of them have no expression on their faces or look away.

Zhao Rong nodded.

It seems that in the first two major exams, the students of Mo Chi who took part in this kind of special assessment did not perform very well.

Meng Zhengjun stood meticulously, giving everyone time to think, and remained silent for a moment.

I saw that the students below the stairs were not interested.

Her eyes were calm, and her expression was still serious. She said slowly and solemnly:

"The Ministry of Rites will finalize the list of students who will take the etiquette test today, and decide whether they will go to the Academy Temple or Dali."

"According to the rules, we respect your choice first. Students who want to go to Dali for the assessment can step forward."

The open space where hundreds of people gathered was silent, with only Meng Zhengjun's calm, slightly hoarse voice echoing.

She nodded and said, "Everyone, seize the opportunity. The number of places is limited, first come first served."

Mochi students: "..."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. What the hell, did you think this was a clearance sale at the bookstore in the market?

What the hell are you trying to steal?

Meng Zhengjun didn't give anyone much time to react.

She looked straight ahead, as if she was unaware of the reluctance of the students around her.

This serious woman, as if she was just reading a script and following the procedure, said in a businesslike manner:

"According to the rules, at least one person must be present to preside over the Fengshan Ceremony of Dali this time."

"If no one wants these precious places, then the Ceremony Hall will make the selections. Those who are chosen may not refuse without a valid reason."

Meng Zhengjun paused, then his eyes moved.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at the Mo Chi students below the stairs from left to right.

Wherever the woman's eyes go.

The students of Mo Chi were either avoiding looking around.

Or look down at the ground.

Or solemn and silent.

No one met her gaze.

Many students took a step back without making a sound.

The air on the field froze for a moment.

Gu Yiwu, who was standing behind him on the right, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he was keeping his eyes and ears open, and he followed the crowd and quietly moved back a step, using the figures of the students in front of him for cover.

Gu Yiwu, a tall and sturdy man, managed to do the job as lightly as a swallow by turning left and maneuvering to block the view.

A strong man with great agility.

This scene amazed Fan Yushu who was watching nearby, and he quickly followed.

Gu Yiwu, who had always thought that a tall, strong man with a sturdy back and broad shoulders was the correct way to describe a Confucian scholar, now wished he were shorter.

The students of Justice Hall who were close to him also followed the instructions of the senior students and kept a low profile, trying their best not to be seen by Meng Zhengjun.

Well, I will never stand up unless she calls me out at the last minute and I have no other choice.

Gu Yiwu found that everyone listened to him and developed rapidly.

Alas, he was really worried about the results of the Justice Hall's final exam.

Gu Yiwu breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, he turned his eyes and saw that Zhao Rong still had time to stand there, looking down at the bent hand that wanted to measure Li Nu's slender waist from a distance.

The corner of Gu Yiwu's eyes twitched violently again.

He quickly stretched out his big hand, grabbed Zhao Rong's strange hand, and pulled him together to avoid Meng Zhengjun's sight.

Zhao Rong frowned and whispered, "Why are you holding my hand?"

Gu Yiwu lowered his voice and said seriously, "Brother Ziyu, stop joking. This is not a joke. Meng Xuezhen is serious about this. Don't be too conspicuous. Be as low-key as I am. We are good men and we will not suffer a loss in front of us."

Zhao Rong looked around and saw that many students were dodging under Meng Zhengjun's supervision.

He turned around, nodded solemnly and said:

"Do you think you won't be spotted if you hide? It's useless. Men like me and Brother Yiwu are so cool. No matter where we are, we are like fireflies in the dark, so bright and outstanding..."

Gu Yiwu's face was filled with black lines.

Zhao Rong changed the subject and said disdainfully: "Brother Yiwu, please let go of your hands first. They are all sweaty."

Gu Yiwu coughed lightly and said, "Okay, just keep a low profile. Sigh, I don't know who Meng Xuezheng has chosen."

The hands that the two were holding suddenly loosened.

Zhao Rong did not respond.

He ignored her, took out a goose yellow handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully.

This handkerchief was "forced" on Zhao Rong by Qian'er before she left last time.

Xiao Qian'er also reminded me with a stern face to remember to wash it after use.

This made him, who was obsessed with reading and practicing and had a somewhat sloppy lifestyle, sigh that the little girl really cared about hygiene... Hey, that's what she meant... right?

Yu Huaijin was standing quietly with his hands in his hands. Compared with Meng Zhengjun on the steps, he looked like a smaller man carved from the same mold.

She has been paying attention to the movements of the students in her own school.

At a certain moment, Yu Huaijin's sight fell on Zhao Rong, who was lowering his head and doing something quietly.

See he is honest.

She nodded slightly, and then turned her attention to the other students of Ruxingtang.

At this moment, Meng Zhengjun had already glanced at the audience twice.

However, her gaze did not pause for a moment on Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others; her eyes just swept past them calmly.

Just as Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong said not long ago.

Meng Zhengjun didn't pay any attention to them dodging.

In fact, Meng Zhengjun had already guessed the dull and silent reaction of the Mo Chi students below the stage.

The current behavior is just following the procedure, and by the way, it is also to put an end to the lax atmosphere in the academy that has been recently started by someone.

She didn't expect anyone to come up to her at all.

But it's okay.

Because Meng Zhengjun had already made arrangements.

At this time, on the steps in front of the auditorium.

Looking at the uniform and eye-catching green robes below, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, Meng Zhengjun nodded.

"Yeah, okay."

She lowered her eyes, fumbled in her sleeve, and pulled out a folded piece of white paper.

When the students of Mo Chi saw this, most of them were shocked. Is this a mandatory list?

A solemn look suddenly appeared between Gu Yiwu's brows.

He guessed that this would be the case, and Meng Zhengjun had already arranged the candidates.

Beside him, Zhao Rong was still wiping his hands carefully.

Yu Huaijin stood at the front of the team, his face still as stern and calm as ever.

On the stage, Meng Zhengjun had a blank expression on his face, but his fingertips moved nimbly as he slowly unfolded the folded white paper with the list written on it.

At the same time, she lowered her eyes and opened her mouth slightly as if she wanted to speak.

Zhao Rong finally finished wiping his hands. He carefully folded Qian'er's handkerchief and put it away. He raised his head, raised his feet and stepped forward.

"Make way," he said.

The crowd in front paused for a moment, then suddenly separated like a split stream of water.

The noise was getting louder and louder in his ears, but Zhao Rong kept walking, with a calm expression and pursed lips, and strode out of the crowded crowd.

Gu Yiwu who was stunned, Yu Huaijin who frowned after "breaking his concentration", Li Xueyou who opened his mouth slightly, his classmates who opened their eyes wide, and so on.

He left them all behind.

Zhao Rong rolled up his clothes and climbed up the stairs.

layer.

Two floors.

Three layers...

In his peripheral vision, Meng Zhengjun seemed to be staring at him with a frown.

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly.

Soon, he leveled the nine steps one by one.

The wind in the open space above seems to be a bit strong. It turns out that autumn is already deep.

Zhao Rong muttered to himself, then lowered his head slightly, looked directly into the eyes of Meng Zhengjun, who was shorter than him, and raised the corners of his mouth, "I'm going to Dali. One person's quota is full, so there's no need to choose anyone else."

The whole audience was silent.

Everyone was looking at the smiling man standing on the steps in the autumn sun, blocking the autumn wind.

Meng Zhengjun's hands had already frozen in place. The folded piece of white paper was only half opened, but it had completely lost its use and had been replaced by someone.

From her perspective, a man pierced through the crowd like an arrow and walked onto the stage step by step.

Meng Zhengjun's expression, which had remained as serious as ice for thousands of years, loosened a little and revealed some doubt and surprise.

It was just a fleeting expression, then it quickly subsided, and it was impossible to tell what emotion it was.

Meng Zhengjun had a blank expression on her face. Her eyes gradually narrowed as she looked up and down carefully at the man in front of her who dared to stand on the high platform with her.

Well, Zhao Rong is half a head taller than her.

Meng Zhengjun was able to look at him from an uncomfortable angle, with her head slightly tilted upward.

The autumn sun behind him was still somewhat dazzling.

Even so, Meng Zhengjun did not blink at all.

At this moment, a word came out of her mouth.

"you?"

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Well, I am Zhao Ziyu, a student of Mochi. Is it not possible?"

Meng Zhengjun was silent for a moment.

Zhao Rong did not shy away from her gaze. "Just now, I was listening to your rules. Isn't it encouraging us to take the initiative to stand up?"

He paused and glanced at Meng Zhengjun. At this moment, he didn't seem to have the sense of oppression he had just felt when he was looking up at him from the audience.

She is the same thin as Yu Huaijin, just taller.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at the silent crowd of Mochi students below the stage, and asked in a puzzled tone:

"Could it be that what Master Xuezheng said just now was just to scare us? Has the person been chosen long ago?"

After these words were spoken, most of the students below the stairs subconsciously held their breath.

He really dares to say that!

However, many students who were afraid of being selected breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Huaijin, who was sitting in the front row, had his brows furrowed more and more.

Gu Yiwu had gradually recovered from his daze and remained silent.

As soon as Zhao Rong finished speaking, the lines on Meng Zhengjun's face suddenly gathered together, becoming deeper, and even his cheeks twitched slightly.

She stared at Zhao Rong and said coldly, "You want to go alone? Of course you can."

Zhao Rong said softly, "Okay then, it's settled."

Meng Zhengjun nodded, took the half-opened piece of white paper with only three words written on it, clenched his fist, and it immediately turned into fine ash and disappeared in the autumn wind.

She turned around and looked around at the Mochi students, then announced:

"The ritual art exam is divided into two batches. Except for Zhao Ziyu from the Ruxing Hall, everyone else will stay in the academy temple for the regular exam. Zhao Ziyu from the Ruxing Hall will be sent to Dali to conduct the Fengshan ceremony."

As soon as these words came out.

There was some silence in the audience.

Everyone looked silently at the tall and slender figure standing alone on the stage.

Meng Zhengjun looked around with a blank expression on his face, and said, "If there is no objection to the above, then I will give birth immediately..."

"Um, wait a minute!"

There is humanity.

Meng Zhengjun paused for a moment and looked with a frown. He saw a simple and burly man at the right rear of the crowd. He bowed apologetically, and then, like Zhao Rong just now, he walked straight forward, pushed through the crowd, stepped onto the stairs one step at a time, and stood beside Zhao Rong.

There was a brief silence on the field.

At this time, there were three people on the stage.

Gu Yiwu said in a deep voice: "Master Xuezheng, count me in, Justice Hall, Gu Yiwu."

Meng Zhengjun pursed his lips and looked at the two men in front of him.

Zhao Rong frowned, turned around and glared at Gu Yiwu.

The latter smiled brightly, said nothing, and just stretched out his right hand and made a gesture in a very realistic manner:

The five fingers were slightly spread out, the palm was bent, and finally, he pinched in the air.

Zhao Rong: “…”

This strange gesture confused everyone else on the field and they had no idea what the mystery was.

Sign language?

Why do I feel that this gesture is a bit vulgar...