Before going down the mountain, Zhao Rong made a bet with Wu Peiliang in public.

The bet was about the total score of the exam, and it was Zhao Rong who took the initiative to make it.

If he lost, he would have to give the position of teaching assistant of calligraphy class, which allowed him to be close to a certain Mr. Zhu, to Wu Peiliang, and all the water from Zhengguan Well would have to be given to Wu Peiliang to drink.

If Zhao Rong won, Wu Peiliang would have to admit his mistake sincerely and personally copy the word "正" as punishment. He would also have to bring his own bookboy to Zhao Rong to see. This was actually an insult, because it was an admission that the bookboy's handwriting was indeed better than his...

Someone slept during the exam in the morning and left quickly in the afternoon, which made the bet seem like a winner to most of the students in Suixingtang.

At this time, Yu Huaijin took the initiative to speak.

But this was something Zhao Rong had not expected.

Others also didn't expect that Senior Yu would take the initiative to speak.

But right now.

She really got killed...

At this time, seeing Zhao Rong and the other two not moving, Yu Huaijin's tone became more serious:

"Brother Ziyu, Brother Peiliang?"

The whole audience focused their attention on the two of them.

Wu Peiliang walked onto the stage with a wry smile.

Zhao Rong remained motionless, looking at the old-fashioned girl who was pursing her lips at the podium.

The latter also looked over.

"Zi Yu, why don't you go upstairs?" Fan Yushu suggested in a low voice.

Zhao Rong was silent for a while, and then recalled the scene when Yu Huaijin gave him serious tutoring at noon.

Under the gaze of the whole audience, he gently stood up and walked forward.

Zhao Rong and Wu Peiliang came to the podium together.

Yu Huaijin turned around and said to Wu Peiliang, "You are so proud and complacent, and you provoked your classmates. Brother Peiliang should apologize to Brother Ziyu first."

Wu Peiliang: "I..."

Han Wenfu suddenly said, "Brother Wu, please don't act on impulse. Could it be that Huai Jin misunderstood you?"

He shook his head and sighed, "You guys are always causing her trouble. I also manage a school, and that's why I admire Huai Jin's ability to keep the school in good order. In the past, when seniors from other schools talked about Huai Jin, they all felt inferior to him. However, facing the conflicts between siblings in this school, it is a headache for anyone to deal with it. You guys, you let Huai Jin run around for you every day, enjoying a comfortable learning environment, but you can't put yourself in your seniors' shoes and understand their difficulties, eh."

Wu Peiliang and some other students blushed when they heard this.

Wu Peiliang calmed down, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Senior Yu, I don't disrespect you, and we all admire you very much...Okay, Senior Han is right, I'll apologize first."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and perfunctorily bowed to Zhao Rong, and said in a stiff and polite tone:

"I'm sorry for the offense, Your Excellency is very magnanimous. As for the previous bet, well, it's all up to Senior Yu and Student Han to arrange, so... let's cancel it, hey."

Wu Peiliang's tone in the last sentence was both regretful and reluctant. He squeezed out these words as if he was giving something he had already obtained to Zhao Rong.

After saying this, he turned away with his hands behind his back without even looking at Zhao Rong.

Seeing this, Yu Huaijin frowned and wanted to say something, but Han Wenfu laughed it off first, nodded and praised Wu Peiliang, then turned around for Yu Huaijin and smiled at Zhao Rong and said,

"Brother Zhao, right? You heard what I just said. It's not easy for Huai Jin to manage you students. Please understand. Brother Pei Liang has already apologized to you. Let's end this matter here. You should also apologize to Brother Pei Liang. It takes two to tango. Both sides should apologize and cancel that childish bet."

Zhao Rong didn't look at him, but at Yu Huaijin, and shook his head. "I did nothing wrong, so why should I apologize? And I don't need him to apologize to me, but I will give you face and cancel the bet, but that's all."

Then, he asked again: "Also, Brother Yu, will he appreciate your help?"

After suddenly saying something incoherent, Zhao Rong said no more and went straight to the podium to prepare for the lecture.

Everyone was confused by the last sentence.

Being humiliated in public, Han Wenfu smiled as if he didn't care at all, shrugged at the students who were looking at him, and sighed with a smile.

Students such as Wu Peiliang admired him more and more, but they were also indignant for him.

"Hey, you're still ungrateful after getting the upper hand. Senior Han, Senior Yu, why are you helping him? You're taking his kindness for granted!"

Wu Peiliang looked at him with disdain and returned to his seat with a wave of his sleeves.

Yu Huaijin turned his head and looked at Zhao Rong's back on the podium without saying a word.

Zhao Rong turned around and began his lecture.

As usual, there was only a burst of applause from the audience, but it was rare.

Only less than half of the students clapped politely, and among them, Brother Yushu's applause was the loudest.

Yu Huaijin turned his head and looked at the students, and the applause became more intense.

Yu Huaijin was silent. She still didn’t understand why things turned out like this.

Zhao Rong's lectures were the same as in the past, focusing on the eight strokes of the character Yong, teaching them the Tao rather than the technique, and he did not go out of his way to test what Zhu Yourong would be tested on.

However, at least half of the people under the podium were doing their own things and reviewing their own lessons, just like some people in Zhao Rong's previous life who were learning math in English class and English in math class.

Zhao Rong was used to it. After he finished explaining to students including Li Xueyu and Jia Tengying, he picked up his teaching aids and walked off the stage easily without even bothering to say hello.

Therefore, it was not until Zhao Rong returned to his seat and the old smiling weirdo Han Wenfu walked onto the stage that most of the students in the audience realized that someone had changed.

Then there was a burst of warm applause that Zhao Rong had never enjoyed before when he came on stage, which almost blew the roof off.

Han Wenfu pressed his palm in the air helplessly, and the applause gradually died down.

He made a few jokes to warm up the audience, which caused laughter from the audience. His popularity was almost comparable to that of the "hall flower" Xue Youxiong.

In the back row, Fan Yushu approached Zhao Rong and said, "Zi Yu, you were too aggressive just now."

Zhao Rong asked back: "Can you applaud a little less next time?"

Fan Yushu patted his shoulder and said, "Ziyu, the bet is finally cancelled. I think you should go and thank Senior Yu later."

Zhao Rong shook his head. "It's not me who should thank her, it's Wu Peiliang."

Fan Yushu was used to it, and continued earnestly, "Tzuyu, listen to my advice. There were a lot of people on the stage just now, and I understand you, but later in private, you should go and thank Senior Xiayu. She is biased towards you this time, and everyone can see it."

Fan Yushu nodded and sighed, "Well, the cucumbers you gave me are quite useful, Tzuyu. I'll try it next time and see if I can make up for less classes."

Zhao Rong smiled and ignored him.

Zhao Rong calmed down and began to listen carefully to the lecture by the senior from Xiudaotang, who was famous for his talent in poetry and prose in the academy.

But after a while, he looked a little disappointed and shook his head.

Apart from the nice words, there is not much practical information.

But because of this, the atmosphere on the field was much more lively than when Zhao Rong was lecturing. After all, who doesn't like beautiful and funny words? They are obviously more interesting than serious classroom lectures.

Zhao Rong in the back row packed up his books, stood up and left from the back.

"Zi Yu, where are you going?" Fan Yushu asked.

"After giving extra lessons to Ruxing Hall, I also have to go to Zhengyi Hall. As teaching assistants for both calligraphy classes, I cannot favor one over the other." Zhao Rong, who didn't want to waste time, politely bowed to Senior Yu in the front row, then walked out the back door without looking back.

In the school, except Yu Huaijin and Li Xueyu, no one seemed to notice, or no one cared.

Yu Huaijin thought about it and followed him out silently.

Han Wenfu, who was lecturing confidently at the podium, finally let go of the smile that was always on his face and glanced sideways frequently.

…

Yu Huaijin caught up with Zhao Rong.

"Where are you going, Brother Ziyu?"

"Let's go to Justice Hall. After all, Mr. Zhu has given me the calligraphy class at Justice Hall. I can't be partial."

Yu Huaijin suddenly said, "You are not satisfied with what I did just now." She stated in a statement tone.

Zhao Rong smiled, "Except for the dissatisfaction, everything else is quite satisfactory."

"I'm sorry, I should have told you before I called you here tonight."

"Perhaps."

"Tell me, why is this happening?"

"What why?"

"Why have you been in school for so long, but you still don't follow the etiquette of Ruxing Hall, respect, love, humility, and brotherhood? Are these things difficult?"

“It’s not difficult.”

"Then why..."

"It is not difficult to keep your own etiquette, but it is difficult to make others keep your etiquette."

Zhao Rong turned around and asked, "Which one do you think is more important, courtesy or fist?"

Yu Huaijin was silent for a while, "Etiquette is great, etiquette is in the heart, fist is outside the heart, the etiquette in the heart of the great saint is so high that people look up to it, and so far that people have no boundaries."

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Yu Huaijin frowned, "Could it be that the fist is bigger?"

Zhao Rong still shook his head.

He said, "They are the same size. In the hearts of the world, the size of the fist of the Great Saint and Teacher is the size of the gift."

Yu Huaijin pursed his lips, "Can't etiquette come from the heart? Is it conscience, is it goodness?"

"Maybe, maybe not, but it depends on the person." He glanced at her, "For example, you."

The girl who had been taught etiquette since she was a child asked, "What about you?"

"us?"

Zhao Rong chuckled, left a word, and turned away:

"Fists are always the basis for maintaining etiquette, so today they all listen to you."

Yu Huaijin couldn't help but ask: "Then why didn't you listen to me?"

Zhao Rong turned his back to her, waved his fist behind his shoulder, and said nothing.

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