Painting exam in the afternoon.

Zhao Rong did not try to gain the limelight of being the first to hand in his paper. He maintained his own pace, finished his work carefully, and stopped writing.

Just before the end of the exam, I handed in my paper with other candidates.

When the show was over, Zhao Rong met Brother Xue You again.

Li Xueyu asked: "How did you do on the test this time?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "Not bad."

"What painting did Brother Ziyu choose?"

"I'm not good at landscapes, and it's hard for me to draw flowers and birds. I draw figures. What about you?" Zhao Rong turned his head.

Li Xueyou glanced at him and whispered, "Me too."

The two chatted for a while, walked out of Mo Chi Academy together, and then returned to their respective dormitories.

As soon as Zhao Rong arrived at the school, he bumped into the back of a pretty girl.

Xiao Qian'er was wearing a goose yellow gauze skirt, holding a lunch box in her hands, and standing under a banyan tree outside the school waiting.

Seeing her husband coming back, she stood on tiptoe, raised her hand and waved to greet him, and she almost threw the food box and rushed over, if there weren't so many people around.

Zhao Rong walked over with a smile, took the food box from Xiao Qian'er and helped to carry it. He did not go back to Dongli Cottage, but turned around and left with her.

Xiao Qian'er happily hugged his arm, snuggled in his arms, looked up at her husband with sparkling eyes, asked questions like a lark, and told him about her experiences of the past two days... The girl in the goose yellow skirt was smart and active, and her mouth never stopped.

The tall and slender man in a green robe touched her head patiently and lovingly.

This intimate scene attracted the envy of many students coming in and out of the school.

For dinner, Zhao Rong took Xiao Qian'er to the long-term rented courtyard outside the college.

There were some side dishes made by Qingjun and Qian'er in the food box, but what surprised Zhao Rong was that the food was quite delicious.

Of course, I definitely can’t say this to Xiao Qianer.

After dinner, Xiao Qian'er and Zhao Rong stayed together for a while, then resolutely ran back.

It wasn't Zhao Rong who drove her away, but the little girl "discovered" that Zhao Rong had two exams tomorrow, so she resolutely went back, saying that she couldn't stay and wear down his "fighting spirit", and had to stay away from him and become a qualified and virtuous wife.

So in the end, Zhao Rong was left alone in the empty yard, a little dumbfounded, looking around.

Good fellow, she just finished her meal and stayed in his arms for a long time, the dry wood and the raging fire were almost ignited by her friction, but he just turned his face and left, not even responsible for watering and putting out the fire? The official didn't care about burying him?

Zhao Rong seriously suspected that she did it on purpose.

"After the exam, what kind of sweet reward will I get..."

He returned to Linlu Academy with some doubts, and arrived at Ruexing Hall just in time when the bell rang.

Due to Yu Huaijin's request, the students of Suixingtang had evening self-study sessions in the nights between exams these days.

As soon as Zhao Rong sat down, Fan Yushu also ran in from outside, bowed and apologized to Yu Huaijin who was on guard, and hurried back to his seat.

Zhao Rong is always on time, while Fan Yushu is always late. They cannot be called Sleeping Dragon but only Phoenix Chick.

As soon as he sat down, Fan Yushu asked, "Zi Yu, why didn't you leave early this afternoon?"

Zhao Rong nodded and continued to take out the chess manual to study. He planned to take advantage of this evening self-study session to ask Xia Xue for advice, as she was an excellent chess player.

Fan Yushu sighed: "Ziyu, you finally took the exam seriously. I'm very happy for you."

He patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder.

The latter recalled the sudden excitement he had during the afternoon exam and nodded: "Indeed, I took the exam seriously."

Fan Yushu didn't know the difference between the 'seriousness' in Zhao Rong's words and the 'seriousness' in his words. He just sighed, "I can't be as willful as you. With Senior Yu supervising me, I can only take every exam seriously with great difficulty. Otherwise, I will be idle anyway and can't sleep like you. Eh, it's torture."

Zhao Rong glanced at him and always felt that this kid was in pain and happy, so he was just a little bitch who liked others to use a whip to "force" him to study...

Zhao Rong nodded, "It's good to have Yu Huaijin watching you."

Fan Yushu sighed: "No, Tzuyu, you don't understand."

Zhao Rong ignored him and flipped through the chess manual for a while.

Yu Huaijin went out again for some unknown reason. Inside the school, some students began to discuss the daytime exams, especially the calligraphy exam in the morning. When it was mentioned, everyone started to complain, saying it was too difficult, more difficult than usual.

Fan Yushu looked around and listened for a while, and agreed with what he said. He turned around and asked, "Ziyu, you said Mr. Zhu was so gentle and elegant before the exam, so why did he give such a difficult question during the exam? Thirty different words, and they had to be put together to form a sentence, writing about windows or something..."

Zhao Rong closed the book and thought about it seriously, "Maybe I'm in a bad mood."

Fan Yushu touched his chin and said in agreement, "That should be it. You are the calligraphy teaching assistant. After frequent contact with Mr. Zhu, your judgment is relatively accurate. But here comes the problem. Mr. Zhu usually waters the flowers, writes, skips classes, and lives a leisurely and elegant life. How come he is suddenly in a bad mood? And it happens to be these few days when the exams are coming up..."

Zhao Rong flipped through the chess manual and said casually, "Who knows? It's not me..."

His hands that were flipping through the music score and his words paused at the same time, stopping on the page.

Seeing this, Fan Yushu asked curiously, "What is it not you?"

Zhao Rong did not answer.

Fan Yushu was a little puzzled and asked again, but still no answer. He saw that his friend seemed to be fixed in place, with only his eyes moving left and right, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Zhao Rong was silent for a long time before he lowered his head and continued to flip through the book.

“Nothing…Nothing…”

Fan Yushu was suspicious: "Nothing, why did you suddenly stop talking for such a long time?"

"I remembered something...that I almost overlooked," he said.

"Something you almost overlooked?" Fan Yushu asked again, "Is it important?"

Zhao Rong shook his head and then nodded.

Then there was another long silence.

Fan Yushu was so frustrated by him that he found it so difficult to have a conversation.

Fan Yushu didn't wait any longer and joined the conversation with several students in the front row. Who could review during the evening self-study session between exams?

Then, halfway through the conversation, Fan Yushu suddenly heard his friend, who was flipping through chess manuals, mutter, "I thought she wasn't angry at the time..."

Fan Yushu suddenly realized something and turned to Zhao Rong and said, "Ziyu! Did you make a certain sister-in-law angry?"

Zhao Rong was stunned and looked up at Fan Yushu.

Upon seeing this, the latter simply assumed that he had agreed.

"Hey, Tzuyu, you're still inexperienced. How come you don't understand something that even I know?"

Zhao Rong was frightened. Looking at his friend's serious expression, he asked in a low voice, "What's the reason?"

Fan Yushu shook his head speechlessly: "Hey, I heard what you said just now. What do you mean by 'I thought she wasn't angry at the time'?"

Zhao Rong opened his mouth.

Fan Yushu's body trembled, and he waved his hand directly, "Forget it, don't quibble, I'll tell you..."

Zhao Rong: ...

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