"Two? Sure."

Meng Zhengjun hummed casually and nodded slowly.

She was about to announce it again and add a name, but the next second her movements were suddenly stuck.

Among the crowd below the stage, another group of people was artificially separated.

A student from the Justice Hall, whom Zhao Rong was quite familiar with, walked out, went on stage, and stood behind Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu.

The new student plucked up his courage and said, "Count me in, I'm from the Justice Hall, Long Yuqi."

Under the unblinking gaze of that dignified and serious woman, his voice trembled slightly, but his expression was firm and determined, as he bit his cheek.

Meng Zhengjun opened his slightly open mouth, then slowly closed it, staring at the three people in front of him.

The Justice Hall student named Long Yuqi saw Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu turn around and smiled with all his strength, "Boss. Mr. Zhao."

Gu Yiwu, who had a cheerful smile just now, was a little anxious at this moment. He didn't care about the current situation and said in a low voice: "Idiot, why did you come up here? Get out of here!"

If everyone wasn't watching, he would have kicked him.

Zhao Rong said seriously: "Go down quickly!"

Long Yuqi shook his head. The next second, he smiled again and pointed his chin in the direction of the crowd below the stage.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu turned their heads.

The crowd of students had retreated in silence under the pressure of Meng Zhengjun.

Separated again.

This time, it wasn't just one place.

The crowd made way for paths.

one person.

Two people.

Three people... Four people! There are more behind...

The students came out silently one after another. Their number could be described as endless.

For a moment, the students who were originally watching indifferently opened their eyes wide and were dazzled by the sight, and they had no time to identify them one by one.

However, there are still some "patterns" that have been discovered by everyone.

It seems that...

"Count me in, Justice Hall, Wang Chengmei."

"Count me in, Justice Hall, Li Xinfa."

"Count me in, Justice Hall, Qi Xiaojin."

"Count me in, Justice Hall, Shi Junyi."

"Count me in..."

A student spoke first, and then there were so many people who couldn't keep up.

The entire venue was filled with the names of students from the Hall of Justice.

They either lowered their heads and looked at the ground silently, or held their heads high, or had an indifferent expression.

No matter what, the steps are firm and never stop.

These students from the Justice Hall climbed the stairs to the stage one after another and stood behind Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, gradually filling up the originally empty and lonely stage.

Originally, the crowd below the stage subconsciously started cheering because someone dared to go on stage. As more and more people went on stage, the cheers became waves after waves, like the tide hitting the beach on a full moon night, getting higher and higher.

Until... the whole audience was in an uproar.

Whoosh, whoosh——!

In the open space in front of the auditorium, students from the six classes, including an entire class - one-sixth of the people on the field had all gone onto the stage at this time - the students from the five classes, no matter what their different thoughts were before, now almost all had their eyes wide open.

They heard their names one after another, as if they were relaying each other, never stopping.

The students stared at the figures on the steps.

Especially Zhao Rong, who is at the front of these figures.

But at this moment, Zhao Rong frowned and pursed his lips, looking a little helpless.

Gu Yiwu, who was standing beside him, was even more upset.

This burly man looked around at all the students of the Justice Hall behind him with depression, and he felt that he had no place to vent his anger.

Good guys, before coming to the open space for the gathering, I warned you many times to be timid and act like a invisible person so as not to be caught by Meng Zhengjun.

Now, all of them are riding on my face

Gu Yiwu was a little afraid to look at Meng Zhengjun's expression not far away.

Probably darker than him.

But soon, looking at the determined gazes cast by the students of his own school, Gu Yiwu's serious and angry face could not hold back.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, then his smile faded and he agreed. He then looked at Zhao Rong, who had also calmed down.

The two of them looked at a serious woman with nasolabial folds on her face.

Although Meng Zhengjun had a stern face, if you looked carefully, you could find that her expression had become increasingly uglier and gloomier since then.

Until this moment, it was as gloomy as water.

But Meng Zhengjun didn't move at all, without any sound, because it seemed like someone else was coming up.

"Hey, count me in, Fan Yushu from Ruxing Hall."

Fan Yushu looked dejected.

But soon, as if he had figured something out, his expression changed, revealing the "very handsome" smile he had emphasized to Zhao Rong before, and winked at Zhao Rong.

"Count it in, count it in as the next one, Ruxingtang, Jia Tengying."

Jia Tengying said in a muffled voice, not daring to look at Meng Zhengjun. He walked onto the stage with his head lowered.

The two stood behind Zhao Rong.

Meng Zhengjun took a deep breath, turned his cold eyes, and looked down at the stage again.

At this moment, there was a moment of silence on the field, and it seemed that all the people who should come had arrived.

But the next second, she frowned...

Wu Peiliang, who was in the crowd, was originally standing with his hands folded, watching coldly the joke of a self-righteous guy.

Xuezheng didn't look for you, but you took the initiative to go to Dali to prepare for the Fengshan ceremony? Did you think it was a chance to get a high score in the ritual arts exam? Ha, there are people who fall into this trap, which really opened my eyes...

Then Wu Peiliang's eyes were really opened.

At this moment, he opened his eyes wide and watched with a slightly stiff expression as the man went up the stage alone and now had dozens of friends standing behind him.

Wu Peiliang licked his dry lips, then came to his senses and shook his head with a sneer.

The Justice Hall is really full of idiots, just like that burly senior, none of them have a normal brain circuit. In the Lawfulness Hall, except for some idiots who don't know what's going on, they can't...

Wu Peiliang choked.

Because, at this moment, someone else came out from the crowd, out of which there were no students from the Justice Hall or the fools from the Rules of Conduct Hall, and walked up the stairs.

"Count... count me in, Ruxingtang, Li, Li Xueyu."

Li Xueyu's voice was weak, but in the silence at that moment, everyone in the audience could hear it.

She quickly quickened her pace and went on stage, without looking at Zhao Rong, and hid directly in the already crowded crowd on the stage.

Xiao Hongyu was helpless when she saw this. Before she knew it, her friend who seemed to be full of compassion had disappeared.

"Count me in as one too, Xiao Hongyu from Ruxing Hall."

Zhao Rong, who had been silent the whole time, did not expect that these two female classmates would go on stage. But before he could think about it, some people came out from the crowd of students from Ruexingtang.

"Count me in, from Ruxingtang, Ye Zhuzhi."

"Count me in, Ruxingtang..."

Different voices were heard one after another. They were from five students of Ruxingtang.

However, they were all classmates that Zhao Rong did not have a deep impression of, and they did not seem to have much interaction with each other on a daily basis.

But when they meet on the road, both sides will usually nod and say hello.

Sometimes when Zhao Rong was teaching calligraphy, he would give homework to students one by one and explain it in detail. They would listen attentively but would not say much.

Well, Zhao Rong knows what is truly serious and what is falsely serious. Ye Zhuzhi and others are obviously the former.

Whenever Wu Peiliang acted as a troublemaker and had conflicts with Zhao Rong, except for the majority of students who were on good terms with and sympathetic to Wu Peiliang, students like Ye Zhuzhi actually did not get involved.

There are quite a few of them.

This is also the reason why Zhao Rong thinks Shuexingtang is actually quite good.

Because despite prejudice and arrogance, there are people who read their books seriously.

However, what Zhao Rong did not expect was that despite the friendship between the two parties, five students actually came out to silently support him.

Zhao Rong smiled.

However, today's farce seems not to end easily.

Just as Meng Zhengjun's eyes regained calm and he was about to say something, his pupils shrank slightly.

Wow——!

The whole audience suddenly exclaimed.

Because a short and thin figure was now walking up the stairs step by step.

The stern look and temperament of this thin figure were very similar to Meng Zhengjun who was about to erupt like a volcano!

"Mr. Meng, count me in as well. I'm Yu Huaijin from Ruxing Hall."

Yu Huaijin walked up to Zhao Rong and spoke to Meng Zhengjun with a serious look in his eyes.

The whole audience was in an uproar, and the heated discussion reached a climax.

Yu Huaijin, the number one in the six halls, who had always been treated as a semi-closed disciple by Meng Zhengjun, unexpectedly went on stage and stood opposite to Meng Zhengjun!

Gradually.

The noise in the open space subsided because a serious woman whose aura suppressed the whole audience kept silent.

Soon, the solemn atmosphere of silence returned.

The remaining Mo Chi students in the audience were already somewhat numb from the shock.

They watched the scene on the stage in silence.

Zhao Rong took the lead and stood on the left platform, followed by about forty or fifty students, including two seniors from the academy.

Meng Zhengjun stood quietly on the right platform, alone.

The two sides are vaguely in opposition.

Silent stalemate.

Before the Mo Chi students were called here by Meng Zhengjun today, no one had thought that things would develop to this point.

There were actually students who dared to go on stage alone and go against Meng Zhengjun.

However, not only did he not get away with it, but he also attracted a large group of students to come on stage to take sides, forcing Meng Zhengjun to be unable to step down and being in a dilemma.

No one had expected that in every etiquette and art examination, which was generally recognized as hard labor, there would be so many people vying for it.

Some students couldn't help but wonder if there was some insider information that allowed them to get high scores in this assessment.

However, this idea is just a thought. The difficulty of the Fengshan ceremony is well known.

Therefore, even Wu Peiliang, who looked grim, had to admit that the fundamental reason for all of this was about to be revealed...

At this moment, the entire silent audience, everyone's eyes were fixed on the slender figure in front of the crowd on the right side of the stage.

At this moment, Zhao Rong took a step forward, looked directly at Meng Zhengjun, whose face was pale and pale, and bowed:

"Xue Zheng, I was the first one to come up and let me go to Dali. The minimum requirement of sending one person has been met. Don't choose anyone else."

Gu Yiwu said solemnly:

"Zi Yu, please don't be so willful and talk nonsense. There is more than one quota for this Dali assessment. Don't make the decision for me. Xuezheng, don't listen to Zi Yu. Please give me a quota and let me go with him. As for the others, forget it..."

"No, I want to go too, Xuezheng, give me a spot too..."

"I want to go too..."

The students behind Zhao Rong all spoke out to demand Dali's assessment quota and opposed him going alone.

For a moment, the field was filled with these quarrels.

The students who were watching silently in the audience had strange looks in their eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

A serious woman who was a school principal had a livid face.

The next moment.

"quiet!"

Meng Zhengjun shouted angrily, interrupting all the quarrels.

The lines on her face were wrinkled and her eyes were staring straight at Zhao Rong, not looking at anyone else.

Zhao Rong looked at him calmly.

"Good, very good, Zhao Ziyu, you, you are the first one." Meng Zhengjun's chest heaved violently.

Zhao Rong cupped his hands and said seriously, "I don't deserve it."

“!!!”Meng Zhengjun.

She waved her sleeves.

"If you want to go, then go! The number of places is limited. The first twenty people who come up will go to Dali for assessment soon!"

Meng Zhengjun gritted her teeth and said something, then she couldn't stay any longer. She felt the gaze from Zhao Rong's eyes made her face burn with pain.

This woman, who used to be very strict and polite, turned around and walked into the ceremonial hall.

He left in an unprecedented rude manner.

Hundreds of Mochi students were left staring at each other in bewilderment.

Zhao Rong rubbed his face with his hands and let out a long breath.

This incident caused...

I really didn't mean to slap you in the face.