Zhao Rong actually wanted to refuse.

Because there was something wrong with the atmosphere between Zhu Yourong and Qingjun Qianer.

His desire to survive has always been strong.

but……

It seems like there's really nothing going on between Zhu Yourong and me.

In the classroom we are teacher and student; outside of the classroom we are close friends, getting along with each other freely.

They are all very serious people, just occasionally making jokes among friends in private.

There was no flirting, no secret love, no adultery, and no teaching from Mr. Zhu...

Nothing.

Even not long ago in Xia Chong Zhai, it was Zhu Yourong who helped cover up and protected a little fox demon for him.

In the previous life, they were definitely good friends and good brothers.

Neither party has the tendency or action to take the initiative to break through a certain level of relationship.

At least in Zhao Rong's impression, he and Zhu Yourong had never done that.

Because since Zhao Rong entered the academy, he had never had the idea of ​​destroying his ancestors.

As for whether Zhu Yourong had any idea of ​​teaching him and answering her questions, Zhao Rong was not a worm in her stomach, so how could he fully understand Zhu Yourong's thoughts.

However, he really didn't see any signs before. Well, he didn't, because those who take the teacher-student relationship too closely and too seriously would regard Mr. Zhu's favor and closeness to him as a disaster and think in that direction.

That’s right, the ones mentioned are you, Yu Huaijin, and you, Jingzi.

But Zhao Rong thought it was quite normal. Why should he be so strict?

in short.

Is there any teacher-student friendship purer than this?

Zhao Rong couldn't help but fall into deep thought...

"So what am I afraid of? What's there to be secretive about? Can't we just meet openly?" After figuring this out, he had a whole new understanding of his innocence.

After a moment, he nodded suddenly, "Oh, I still have to avoid suspicion. I may not care, but Qingjun and Qian'er may... definitely care. I have to care about their thoughts."

Zhao Rong sighed and immediately became timid.

"Let's meet now, since we're here...what if it's something important?"

He muttered at this moment and glanced at Li Bai who was waiting for his response in the big tent.

The man holding the sword said seriously: "Pull up the curtain or put it down."

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then he realized that Uncle Xiaobai was referring to the roller shutter at the entrance of the big tent, and he was guarding outside the door.

Whether this roller curtain is lowered or raised is very particular.

Hiss, Uncle Xiaobai is very thoughtful. Hey, we are both men, and he understands me and knows how to help me...

Zhao Rong looked at Li Bai with some emotion, and then under the gaze of the man holding the sword, he said calmly:

"It's quite hot in the tent, so let's pull it up. Besides, something happened just now... I feel at ease when I can see the tall figure of Uncle Xiaobai at the door!"

Li Bai nodded, "Yes."

Zhao Rong said gratefully: "Thank you, Uncle Xiaobai."

Li Bai waved his hand, leaving behind the back of a carefree and unrestrained master, and walked out.

I misunderstood Uncle Xiaobai before. He actually knows everything and has seen through the world a long time ago. Unlike me, I am still trapped in this world and even rolling around...

Zhao Rong sighed, and while Li Bai was out leading people, he quickly ran to the back, put on a Confucian robe to cover his body, and dressed thicker.

The roller shutter at the door was opened, and a graceful figure in a snow-white Confucian robe entered the tent.

The man with the sword did not lower the curtain, he stood guard at the door.

Zhao Rong poured Zhu Yourong a cup of hot tea, "Why did Mr. Zhu come back so soon?"

He said with a smile and handed over the tea.

Then Zhu Yourong did not answer it, and she did not even approach the eight-immortals table where Zhao Rong was sitting.

Instead, he stopped near the door and had no intention of approaching Zhao Rong.

The two were ten steps apart.

Well, it did fulfill a certain man’s wish and avoided suspicion.

Zhu Yourong turned slightly to face him, holding her hands, staring at the carpet beside her, with an expressionless face.

Zhao Rong calmly withdrew his hand that was about to offer the tea.

He kept smiling, immediately stood up, walked forward, held the hot teacup in both hands and handed it to her personally.

"Mr. Zhu, please don't stand there. It's too polite. The wind is cold outside, but the stove is inside. It's warm. Come in and sit down..."

Zhu Yourong turned around and interrupted with a puzzled look on his face: "Isn't the cold wind at the door because the roller blinds are drawn? Does it have much to do with the distance from the stove?"

She turned around and glanced casually at the hall, saying casually, "Is there any difference between standing inside and standing at the door? Won't the cold wind at the door still blow in?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

Damn, Mr. Zhu, something’s wrong with you!

Zhu Yourong smiled at this time, but did not move. "I'd better stand at the door. It's better to be cold alone than with two people. Sir, I will block the wind for you, Mr. Zhao. It's OK as long as you are not cold. Sir, I am in good health, I'm fine."

Zhao Rong: “???”

This sudden and strange topic made Zhao Rong lean back slightly.

Is it that my reading comprehension has improved, or is it that Mr. Zhu, the questions you set are too simple... Is that what you mean?

Zhao Rong quickly straightened his face, "Mr. Zhu is right! No, no, I mean that what you said before is right, very philosophical."

He waved his hand, held the hot tea in both hands, and quickly ran to the door curtain, complaining as he walked:

"Really? Uncle Xiaobai, how come he doesn't even know how to put down the roller blind? There are guests coming in."

Li Bai: “…”

Zhao Rong turned his back to Zhu Yourong and winked at the man with the sword who looked back sadly at the door. Then he quickly lowered the curtain and locked Li Bai, who was taking the blame, outside.

Li Bai touched his chin and sighed that he was worthy of being called Zhao boy. He was so skilled in passing the blame and did not hesitate to sacrifice Uncle Xiaobai.

But the man is not a pushover. Fortunately, he had already turned to the good side and had already informed the young lady and Xiao Qian'er in advance.

After all, when guests come to the house, the hostesses must be notified to come and receive them, right? The Zhao family has always had excellent traditions.

Li Bai glanced at the closed curtain behind him and nodded...

How could Zhao Rong know that Uncle Xiaobai had already backstabbed him in advance - as long as I backstab quickly, no one can backstab me?

Feeling somewhat guilty towards Uncle Xiaobai, he turned around and then...

"This little Uncle Bai is so ignorant." Zhao Rong shook his head, holding the hot tea, and explained while looking at Zhu Yourong's face: "But he is the family's provider, only responsible for eating... No... only responsible for fighting, and has never done this kind of guarding work before... So Mr. Zhu doesn't have to take it to heart."

Zhu Yourong did not comment, but just said softly, "There is a second-rank warrior serving as a family tribute, and he can also guard the door honestly. Young Master Zhao is indeed very impressive, and the background of my wife's family is also unfathomable."

"I just found out about Uncle Xiaobai. I'll ask Qingjun about it later... Hey, I didn't expect that half of what he boasted to me when I was a kid was actually true. He's actually a master..."

As for the other half, split Wangquezhou with a sword? Why don't you go to heaven?

Zhao Rong lowered his head and shook his head, avoiding the topic. He turned his face and said:

"Besides, what are you talking about, Yourong? You've been seeing each other for a few days, and you're already so distant?"

Zhu Yourong didn't respond, but looked at him calmly.

He sighed helplessly again and shrugged his shoulders: "And didn't we agree before that we should address each other as fellow Taoists of the same generation in private?"

Zhu Yourong nodded gently, "Oh, I did say that. Now..."

She looked around, then at the closed curtain at the door, and asked doubtfully, "So is this considered private now?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

Please, stop doing this. It's so tiring to speak like a reading comprehension reader...

You have to think about whether every sentence is a pun.

Zhu Yourong looked at her, his eyes normal.

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and nodded, "Forget it!"

Let's put down the curtain and be in private.

Seeing that he admitted it, Zhu Yourong, who was dressed in snow-white, nodded slightly.

"Okay. Tzuyu."

Hearing the familiar title, Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief, handed over the "hot" teacup in a somewhat servile manner, and said with a relaxed smile:

"Come on, Yourong, the weather is getting cold, it's just right to have a cup of hot tea in the evening... Hey, I'm a little nostalgic for the time when we went to your Yilanxuan every week to drink well water tea in the academy. Your cooking skills are still the best."

He sighed and said with a smile: "But today, come and try the tea I brewed."

Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong and smiled faintly, with an elegant and gentle temperament.

It was as if he had returned to that morning when the intimate lady elegantly made tea for him.

Just as Zhao Rong was relieved, Zhu Yourong did not raise his hand, but looked at him, smiled apologetically and said politely:

"Sorry, Tzuyu, I'm a bit of a germaphobe and can't stand drinking from a cup that has been used by others." She seemed to be hinting at something.

"???" Someone froze.

Zhao Rong: (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻

(Turning the table)

Zhu Yourong, you've killed the conversation.