Back in the school, Zhao Rong promptly put an end to Fan Yushu's attempt to eat for free and drove him back to the yard.

Zhao Rong returned to Dongli Cottage and found that Jia Tengying had not returned yet. He probably took some dry food out in the morning and did not come back for lunch. He was hiding somewhere to review for the exam.

But that's normal, this guy is a master of curling.

So Zhao Rong decisively went to the field and stole two newly grown cucumbers from him, and ran to the kitchen to cook them as a dish for lunch...

Because his hungry stomach was protesting, Zhao Rong didn't want to bother any more, so he just grabbed a knife and cut the dough, making a big pot of knife-cut noodles. The noodles were thick in the middle and thin on both sides, shaped like willow leaves, and very chewy. He then poured a large spoonful of sauce on them. With a "sizzle", the kitchen was filled with fragrance...

For fear that it would be too greasy, I washed two cucumbers, prepared the sauce, and made a bowl of smashed cucumbers, which was refreshing and less greasy.

After the knife-cut noodles were cooked, Zhao Rong couldn't wait any longer and picked up the pot directly.

But before he started eating, he took a porcelain bowl from the cupboard, filled it with an extra bowl of noodles, and placed it on the stove.

Then Zhao Rong couldn't wait to pick up the pot, squatted on the steps outside the house, and started eating.

He wolfed down the food in a hurry, his mouth full of oil. It was really satisfying. Zhao Rong raised his head and let out a long breath of hot air.

"It feels so good. I haven't been this hungry in a long time..."

He muttered something and casually picked up a piece of cucumber with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth. At this moment, there was a knock on the yard door.

Zhao Rong didn't even raise his head, and continued to eat the noodles with gusto, mumbling, "The door is not locked."

Yu Huaijin held a zither in his arms, pushed the door open and came to the yard.

"Two things."

She got straight to the point.

"Tell me." He lowered his head and sipped his noodles.

Yu Huaijin stood in front of the scholar squatting on the steps, carrying a pot, and said in a serious tone, "You will have the music exam this afternoon. I will make up for it for you at noon."

Zhao Rong's lips were burning so much that he was gasping for air, but the more he felt that way, the more he wanted to eat.

Unable to free his mouth, he nodded.

Yu Huaijin had a calm expression. He lowered his head to look at his thick black hair and continued:

"Come to the school to study in the evening. All students of the Ruxing Hall must come. There are four exams tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I plan to select a few students with strong subjects to talk about their preparation experience in the subjects they are good at during the evening study session."

Pause.

"You are the best in calligraphy. You can give a lecture on it in the evening," she said.

Zhao Rong didn't even raise his head and agreed directly, "Okay."

See, these two things have been said.

He put down the half-eaten pot, got up and went straight back to the kitchen, returning with a bowl of steaming hot knife-cut noodles and a pair of clean bamboo chopsticks.

With a clang, it was placed directly in front of Yu Huaijin, on the expensive piano stand she had just taken out.

Zhao Rong squatted on the steps without any image and continued to eat noodles.

Yu Huaijin looked at the bowl and chopsticks, then looked at the scholar who was eating like a starving ghost, and frowned, "Why don't you ask me first, whether you want it or not?"

"All the same."

"There is a difference." She shook her head.

"You're welcome."

"Be polite." Yu Huaijin said stubbornly.

"So are you going to eat it or not?"

"Do I still have a choice now?" she asked, looking at the hot noodles in front of her.

"Yes, I was just complaining that there wasn't enough in the pot." Zhao Rong looked up and smiled, then picked up some cucumber cubes with chopsticks and put them in his mouth, chewing them with a crunchy sound.

"You're really welcome." Yu Huaijin looked at him eating with relish and said with pursed lips.

Zhao Rong didn't reply and just buried his head in eating the noodles. The knife-cut noodles cooked in hot oil from the big pot had to be swallowed in big mouthfuls to be fully enjoyable. From time to time, he would pick up a cucumber with chopsticks, which was crisp and refreshing.

After waiting for a while, he noticed that the old-fashioned girl in front of him had not touched the bowl and chopsticks yet.

Zhao Rong reminded him warmly without raising his head: "The cucumbers are fried. The sauce is different from last time. If you don't pick up your chopsticks now, I will eat them all."

Yu Huaijin glanced at Pai Huangcuan, hesitated for a while, and reminded him, "The tutoring cannot stop."

Her fair little hands finally shook out from her wide sleeves and picked up the bowl of noodles.

However, she looked at the long and thick knife-cut noodles, pursed her lips, and was reluctant to take a bite.

Zhao Rong pretended not to see it, but he actually raised his head and ate with big mouthfuls in front of her.

After following the demonstration, Yu Huaijin tried to slurp a mouthful of noodles, and then he became addicted to it... He was led into a strange style by someone.

The student in Qingjin led the two people, one squatting and one sitting, and the food they ate looked very delicious.

Noticing her eyes looking at him, Zhao Rong pushed the remaining half bowl of smashed cucumber in front of Yu Huaijin and gave it all to her.

Yu Huaijin glanced at him, said nothing, stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a few pieces, then picked up some more...

Soon, the two of them finished all the noodles and cucumbers and started to work.

It was still the familiar tutoring process, but for this last tutoring before the exam, Yu Huaijin did not let Zhao Rong play those basic pieces. Instead, she used her album 'Jiuxiao Yunpei Zhao' to play a lot of new pieces for him, saying that they were some of the pieces she guessed Mr. Si would test on.

The top student is good at predicting the topic. Zhao Rong is familiar with it.

Also, I don’t know if it was the tacit understanding that continued from the meal they had just had, but Zhao Rong was surprisingly cooperative today, and Yu Huaijin couldn’t help but look at him a little more.

Soon, the lunch break ended and Yu Huaijin returned home with a full load - both in terms of the mission and his stomach.

Before leaving, she gave a careful reminder:

"There will be a music exam this afternoon. Once you get the questions, don't rush to play. If you are not sure, think carefully. You have one hour, which is enough time for you to think about it and do your best to play the piece well. Mr. Si's questions won't be too difficult. They must be what he taught us in the past. Just try your best. Even if the final score is still not ideal, I will not blame you..."

"Okay." Zhao Rong listened patiently and nodded with a smile.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Yu Huaijin felt that the guy in front of him seemed to have changed his temperament since returning from the foot of the mountain. In the past, he would look impatient when he gave instructions, but now he would listen quietly and cooperate.

If only Fan Yushu could become more sensible like this, she would have to worry less about school matters.

Yu Huaijin thought to himself.

But she was always in a good mood before she left.

According to previous impressions, although Zhao Rong is difficult to deal with, he is still reassuring in the end as he has promised to do. After all, he is more reliable than Fan Yushu.

After sending Yu Huaijin away, Zhao Rong closed the gate and stood quietly in front of it for a while.

He touched his belly.

His stomach was full, but he was still hungry.

Another level of hunger.

"Now there is another major consumption item. In addition to well water, we must find a source of dragon energy."

Zhao Rong murmured.

"I'm still hungry... By the way, does the academy still owe me some compensation?"

He nodded suddenly.

…

The music and arts examination started on time at 2:45 in the afternoon.

There are ten examination rooms in Mo Chi Academy, and all the students are in place.

Zhao Rong sat upright in the second-to-last examination room. He glanced at the unfamiliar invigilator, then looked at the half-foot square emerald green jade slip in front of him.

This is a jade slip specially provided by the academy for recording the sounds of flowers in the mirror and moon in the water. It also acts as a small-scale soundproofing array, so that the sound of the piano played inside will not be transmitted out.

The music arts exam requires you to play a piece of music and record it. The examiner will give you scores based on the completeness of the music and your fingering.

Inside the examination room, all the students were ready for the exam.

The invigilator handed out the music arts test papers.

Zhao Rong received the test paper, looked at the questions, and couldn't help laughing.

As expected of the first in the six classes and assistant teacher of the music and arts class, he can predict the enemy's moves like a god.

Mr. Si set the test question, and as expected, he got the answer right. It was one of the twenty-one pieces of music that Yu Huaijin had reviewed during his tutoring, "Changqing" from "Nine Tunes".

Zhao Rong played "Humble House Inscription", the dragon carp dived to the warning line, and the evil dragon rushed up frantically...

Zhao Rong opened his slightly closed eyes.

In my memory, every detail of Yu Huaijin's fingering when she played each piece of music at noon is vividly remembered, even the slight movement of her little finger.

Zhao Rong's face was calm. He opened the emerald green jade slip and played the piano.

After singing a simple song, he closed the jade slip, stood up and handed in the paper.

On the podium, the invigilator stood up before he even had time to sit down, and took the paper and the jade slip.

He looked at the test paper in his hand that had just been distributed, then looked at the handsome student in front of him who was bowing politely, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

The entire examination room was silent.

At this moment, only three minutes had passed before the music arts exam started.

Zhao Rong ignored the astonished looks of Li Xueyu and other candidates behind him and was the first to walk out of the Renzi examination room.

For a true academic master, any exam only needs to be passed in one go. Redoing or checking it again will only add a little error and waste time.

Clearly, someone didn't want to waste time.

After Zhao Rong left the Ren examination room, he walked along the only lakeside promenade and passed by the eight examination rooms, namely Xin, Geng, Ji, Wu, Ding, Bing, Yi and Jia.

The deserted corridor, the slender figure leaving with a book box, and the monotonous and empty footsteps.

Unsurprisingly, it attracted the attention of most students in the eight examination rooms.

Yu Huaijin, Fan Yushu, Wu Peiliang, Jia Tengying, Ye Hongyu, and Gu Yiwu could not help but turn their heads to look, watching the familiar figure slowly walking by.

Is this... is the exam over? Or is he in a hurry to go to the toilet? But if you go to the toilet, shouldn't you go inside? Why is he leading the book box to the front door?

Everyone sighed slightly and began to doubt whether the time announced by the examination room was wrong. Was it really less than five minutes before the exam was about to start?

In the front row of the Gengzi examination room, the eyelids of a prim and proper girl who had eaten a large bowl of thick noodles and crispy cucumbers at noon twitched violently twice.

But Zhao Rong couldn’t see all this. He walked past everyone as if no one was around, and then left the academy without looking back.

Zhao Rong wanted to hand in the paper "early" because he wanted to find the old chief priest to discuss a small compensation for the "pillar of the academy".

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