Zhu Yourong didn't look at the man. After glancing at the audience, he casually said, "There is no mission tonight. You guys continue and just pretend I don't exist."

After saying that, he sat on the podium, his chin supported by his hands, lost in thought.

But Senior Yu didn't say anything, and the classroom remained very quiet.

Everyone looked at Mr. Zhu on the stage eagerly.

The two sides stared at each other for a while.

Zhu Yourong was a little helpless, "Why are you looking at me?"

All the students looked at the straight back of a girl in the first row.

Zhu Yourong turned around and whispered to Yu Huaijin, "Xuanji, go to Jingchen Hall and inform the book boy on duty there to bring the calligraphy exam papers over. I will mark them here and won't have to crowd in with the other teachers."

Yu Huaijin stood up, turned his head to look at everyone, and said, "Speak softly and study on your own." Then he turned and left Ruexing Hall.

The students of Ruxing Hall cheered in a low voice at once, and the atmosphere became lively again. Many people then discussed the strange phenomenon of the poems that would be selected in the afternoon's poetry and prose exam.

Zhu Yourong was bored while waiting, and paced on the stage with her hands behind her back. After listening for a while, she suddenly asked everyone below: "You are so happy, but is there a happy event? How did you do in the calligraphy exam? Were the questions too easy?"

The sound waves below suddenly dropped.

A student named Li Guangxiu plucked up his courage and said with a wry smile: "How can it be easy? Mr. Zhu's questions are too difficult this time..."

Zhu Yourong was relieved, it was intentional.

The old man fishing's chuckled words echoed in my mind again: "Then at least we have to get first place in the academy once..."

On the podium, the female teacher said "Oh" and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Offstage, Xiao Hongyu explained with a smile:

"Mr. Zhu, you may not know that in this afternoon's poetry exam, two students from our school have poems that have been ranked! Although they are not as impressive as the student Han from the Xiudao Hall next door who has been ranked as a Fallen Flower, the total number of poems ranked among the six Mochi schools is only eight."

Zhu Yourong's lips curved up, and he became interested. "Oh, that's good, and worthy of praise. So which two students are they... Well, Huai Jin should be one, right? Who is the other one?"

Xiao Hongyu and her classmates looked at each other in bewilderment. Xiao Hongyu said with regret, "I don't know why. Huai Jin didn't seem to perform well this time. He didn't write a good essay like the one he wrote in the mid-month exam. He didn't even write an essay like the one he wrote in the mid-month exam..."

Zhu Yourong, who was familiar with a certain disciple, smiled and said, "Don't worry about her. She has her own ideas. Tell us which two outstanding people in our school wrote poems that were of high rank on the spot."

Xiao Hongyu smiled and pointed at a student who was wearing powder and had a reserved and calm expression not far away. "One of them is Brother Peiliang."

Wu Peiliang bowed to Zhu Yourong, then turned his head to look in the direction of Zhao Rong and snorted arrogantly.

Everyone chuckled in tacit understanding, understanding that the grudge between the two sides had been forced to be suppressed. However, this time, except for a few students like Li Xueyu and Jia Tengying, most of the students did not turn back to look at Zhao Rong. Their eyes were all on Wu Peiliang who was in the limelight.

Zhu Yourong just nodded and immediately asked, "Who is the other one?" She resisted the urge to look at the person in the last row.

The female teacher remembered that someone was very eloquent and good at writing in front of her. He could always respond to whatever she talked about, and he often said shocking and exaggerated things.

But it didn’t matter if she couldn’t write a poem about falling flowers. She should be able to get a high score in poetry and prose by writing a poem about climbing the tower... She was looking forward to it.

Unfortunately, Xiao Hongyu then pointed at a silent student on the right side of the second row in the school:

"The other one is Brother Jiuyue, who also has a Dengloupin."

Xiao Hongyu, who was also a woman, could vaguely see the expectation in Mr. Zhu's tone and took the initiative to ask, "Um, Mr. Zhu, do you want to take a look at the poems they wrote? Haha, when you were not here just now, we were copying them. They are really good."

Zhu Yourong's interest suddenly waned, and she couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

She still didn't look at Zhao Rong, her expression remained unchanged, and her tone remained unchanged: "No need, just a general understanding, it seems that you did well in the exam... Well, you continue chatting."

Students such as Xiao Hongyu felt that the attitude of the female teacher on the stage seemed a little strange. However, at this time, Yu Huaijin, who had been out on business, returned, and the classroom became quiet again.

Yu Huaijin would come back with five green-clad page boys, each of whom was holding a large stack of examination papers. Each person held two copies, a total of ten copies, corresponding to the ten examination rooms. At Zhu Yourong's signal, they were all placed on the desk on the podium.

Yu Huaijin glanced at his teacher and reminded him, "Teacher, when I came back just now, Ms. Meng asked me to tell you something. She said that unless it is necessary, it is better to correct the papers in Jingchen Hall. The other teachers are here too, so we can communicate with each other."

Zhu Yourong said bluntly: "Are you discussing what to eat for dinner?"

Students: “…”

Yu Huaijin shook his head, "No."

Zhu Yourong asked again: "Has Mr. Qi, who teaches chess, come? Has Mr. Si, who teaches music and arts, come? And Mr. Zeng, who teaches scriptures in the hall next door? Are they all grading papers in Jingchen Hall?"

Yu Huaijin thought for a moment and shook his head, "I didn't see them. Mr. Qi was in Youlan Mansion. He must have something to do. Mr. Si was not feeling well these days and was not very convenient, so he didn't come either. As for Mr. Zeng..."

Zhu Yourong nodded and interrupted, "Well, I have something else to do, so it's not convenient for me either. I'm also out grading papers. Our Meng University always says it's not necessary, not necessary. If you want to show off your authority, just say it directly. Why do you have to beat around the bush and say it's not necessary?"

All the students agreed with this and couldn't help laughing.

When it comes to criticizing Mr. Meng, it has to be Mr. Zhu.

Yu Huaijin returned to his seat, and the five servants bowed and left.

All the students' attention was attracted by the more than 300 calligraphy test papers on the podium.

Glancing at the eager students below the stage, Zhu Yourong turned back calmly, "Don't even think about me letting you off."

Everyone looked embarrassed.

However, Zhu Yourong immediately waved his sleeves and put away the test paper. He no longer had any interest in this evening study session.

Everyone was puzzled. Wasn't he in a good mood just now? He even asked Senior Yu to get the papers. Why didn't he correct them now?

Zhu Yourong suddenly said to the back row of the classroom, "Have you finished correcting the homework before the exam? Assistant Teacher Zhao, please hand them out."

Zhao Rong, who had been trying hard to act invisible, scratched his nose and stood up.

"Ahem, I forgot."

The tone was very embarrassed.

He said that he had been busy with exams these days and always felt like he had forgotten something. It turned out that he had forgotten to correct the stack of homework that Zhu Yourong had given him when they parted at the Imperial Tomb Waterfall in Dali at the foot of the mountain.

Zhu Yourong said with a straight face: "Change it now."

Zhao Rong nodded quickly, "Okay."

Then he quickly took out the homework from the two classes and started to correct it carefully.

Soon, Zhao Rong distributed the corrected homework.

Not long after, the bell of Linlushan rang, and the evening study get out of class ended.

Zhu Yourong stood up from the podium.

"Assistant Zhao, come out."

Before she left the school, she left a message.

Zhao Rong followed him out in embarrassment. Some students in the school, led by Wu Peiliang, gloated over the misfortune, thinking that someone had angered Mr. Zhu, who was already in a bad mood, because he was not doing his job well...

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"What's wrong with you?"

"I really forgot. I've been busy with exams these days."

On the corridor, a certain lady became even angrier after hearing this.

She didn't turn around and said, "Then why didn't you do well in the poetry and art exam?!"

Zhao Rong was stunned.

…

"You mean I didn't write any decent poetry? Um, why do you care?"

Zhu Yourong pretended not to care and said, "That's about right. I was just giving you an example. You just said you were busy with the exam, so I didn't see you perform very well."

Zhao Rong looked at her back, but continued to ask: "Why does Mr. Zhu care about my exam results?"

Zhu Yourong turned around and said with a straight face, "Who cares? Are you being sentimental?"

Zhao Rong shook his head and said nothing.

Zhu Yourong turned her head away and didn't look at him.

The two walked one after the other on the lakeside promenade, and the atmosphere became quiet.

After a while, Zhao Rong heard the voice of the female teacher in front of him:

"Well, I know you have just started a family and have focused a lot of your energy on your wives and concubines. But for Confucian scholars like me, career is also important. Sister Lingfei and Sister Xiaoxiao are devoted to you, but this is not a reason for you to slack off... As for me, go back and think about it carefully, and don't disappoint those who love you."

Zhao Rong was stunned. Why did she suddenly feed him chicken soup?

"Mr. Zhu..."

"Okay, forget about this exam. You look so distracted right now. Study hard and try to do better in the next exam..."

A busty lady sighed.

At this time, the two of them also walked down the corridor and came to the entrance of Mo Chi Academy. Without saying goodbye politely, Zhu Yourong turned around and left.

Only Zhao Rong was left standing there, glancing at her somewhat lonely back.

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