Zhu Yourong was actually not curious about who this Ren Zi No. 13 was.

She didn't care how many full marks he got.

At most, he would politely laugh along with the other gentlemen and sigh, "The young are formidable."

From last night till now, this busty lady has only been thinking about a certain 'junior fellow student'.

Thinking that the other teachers would finish grading the papers quickly, she could find some opportunities to go over and chat with them and recommend her 'junior fellow student'.

However, from the time she came to Jingchen Hall until now, she has been hearing "Ren Zi No. 13", "Ren Zi No. 13" all the time. The little girls next to her who are helping her organize papers have almost become her fans and are chattering away. Her ears are getting callused from listening so much.

By the way, can this guy finish his limelight quickly? It's become a TV series. It's true. Her junior brother's affairs are still urgent...

As if she had been staring out the window for too long, some of her black hair fell down from her temples, covering half of her pretty face.

She held a cup of tea, took a sip, and used her little finger to gently lift her black hair behind her ear, revealing a dignified and quiet round little face.

But once a woman has some free time, she can't help but think too much, especially her delicate thoughts always unconsciously revolve around the person in her heart.

"It seems that they are all from the Renzi Examination Hall... Well, you, why don't you take the exam seriously? Now, everyone else has taken all the limelight, and the mystery is being suppressed... If you say that you put your mind and energy on women, it doesn't seem that you understand women that well. You still bother me all the time..."

Zhu Yourong was angry with him for no reason. She had forgiven him when she saw his calligraphy about her "window" in the morning, but now the resentment in her heart was quietly surfacing again, directed at someone...

In particular, the image of someone's calm expression before they parted yesterday, without any explanation or apology, appeared in front of her again, as if it had nothing to do with her... Zhu Yourong gently bit her red lips that were moistened by the orchid tea.

After all, no matter how indifferent and calm you appear, you should not compete for fame.

Even if I am confident that I can provide him with more free food, I won't ask for anything in return.

But which woman in the world doesn't want her... her "little junior brother" to be the best and the most amazing? To be the most brilliant one in the crowd, looking back confidently, which woman wouldn't blush and feel her heart beating fast on the spot? Even the most mature and strong woman would probably find it hard to resist...

Zhu Yourong suddenly heard again the several requests made by the old priest that day.

She warmed her face with the wall of the teacup, rubbed her cheeks, and sighed softly.

But he cheered up soon.

Zhao Rong once said that a certain person is the type of person who will never turn back until she hits the wall. Even if she hits the wall, she will not turn back and will not stop until she breaks it down.

Zhu Yourong immediately pulled out a piece of rice paper and quietly started writing where no one else could see. She wrote on the paper the name of one of her 'junior brothers', Xuan Ji, and the tricky number 13, listing the strengths and weaknesses of the three parties.

"It's okay, it's okay. The gap is not big. He has the advantage. Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets his mind to it..." Zhu Yourong comforted.

"He is definitely the best in calligraphy. He is good enough to be my teacher. In addition, he should be very strong in poetry. It should not be difficult for him to write poetry. I just don't know why he didn't perform well this time..."

She tilted her head. "As for the subject of classics, well, he is also good. He seems to be very hardworking. His focus is on studying classics, Confucianism and Taoism. It seems that he is planning to become a scholar and take Mr. Yan as his teacher. Humph, don't even think about it..."

"Let's take a look at the subject of music art... Forget it, let's give up on this one. Alas, my stupid, tone-deaf 'little junior brother'." Zhu Yourong drew a big cross on the paper.

She turned to analyze another one:

"Well, this Renzi No. 13 has already scored full marks in poetry, painting, and chess. The Foshan calligraphy with Xuan Ji's strength is definitely not a full mark in my opinion. He is the only one who scored full marks..."

"I'm not sure about the meaning of the classics, but people with talent in poetry and prose usually have a hard time understanding the meaning of the classics. Just like Xuanji, he is good at the meaning of the classics, but not so good at poetry and prose. I'm not very good at poetry and prose either. It's too difficult to be compatible with these two arts at the same time. It's a bit of a monster. So, unless this Renzi No. 13 attaches as much importance to the meaning of the classics as he does, there is no need to worry..."

"Let's take a look at the music art. This Renzi No. 13 didn't get full marks. That's good news. Hey, maybe he's tone-deaf and has no sense of pitch. Hahaha, it's not impossible."

Zhu Yourong smiled suddenly and tapped her delicate chin with the pen. "So it seems that both sides have some overlapping advantages and disadvantages..."

Suddenly, a female gentleman who was gesturing privately was laughing, and her smile paused, as if the pause button was pressed. After a while, she slowly lowered her head to look at the comparison data on the paper.

Zhu Yourong's eyes flashed with someone's calm eyes when they parted yesterday, "I didn't write the poetry... I didn't get full marks in music... Ren character... field."

Zhu Yourong suddenly wanted to stand up, but suddenly became quiet, stopped all movements, sat in his seat for a long time, looking forward.

After an unknown amount of time, she turned her head.

"Have you finished registering the scores?"

Zhu Yourong had already finished correcting all the test papers and handed them to the two female students next to her for grade and scores. Now she was asking them who were busy not far away.

"Ah, it's almost time, sir. We have arrived at the Gengzi examination room, and there are only three examination rooms left..." a female student replied quickly.

"Stop everything you are doing now and register for the Renzi field first." she ordered.

The two female students were stunned, but still did as they were told.

After a while.

As if she noticed the change in a female student's expression, the female teacher who graded someone's test paper in the early morning without even looking at the test number and gave a full score rubbed her cheeks hard and asked, "What's wrong?"

The female student looked up in surprise and said, "There is a perfect score paper, the first full score for calligraphy..."

Zhu Yourong tried to keep her expression steady, "What's your test number?"

The female student looked down, with a look of amazement on her face, "It's number 13 again!"

Zhu Yourong had an expression on her face, as if she was relieved, but also as if she should not have been surprised at all.

The female student excitedly said: "Mr. Zhu..."

Zhu Yourong covered her lips with her index finger, "Shh."

The latter fell silent.

Zhu Yourong narrowed her eyes and faced south. Her first reaction at this moment was not happiness, but a little anger and dissatisfaction.

With a resentful heart, she scolded that person a hundred times, "You are so talented and you took the exam seriously, why didn't you explain to me? You think I am an outsider, right? You don't care about the opinions of outsiders..."

Zhu Yourong made a note of someone in her notebook, but this did not stop her from excitedly pulling out a blank piece of paper and analyzing someone again.

The first line on the white paper reads:

The report card of a junior fellow who likes to treat himself as an outsider and is very disrespectful and ungrateful to his senior sister.

Listed below:

Calligraphy - barely full marks.

Poetry and prose—just so-so.

Painting skills: lucky enough to be pleasing to the eye.

Chess skills - just luck by chance.

Etiquette Art - The performance is okay and I think it's full marks.

Meaning of the sutra—to be determined.

Music and Art—No way, there’s no way anyone would really get zero points in Music and Art, right?

After writing this, the 'senior sister' who had been so worried about her junior brother paused, her lips curved up, unable to suppress a smile, and then she wrote in the last line, imitating Zhao Rong's handwriting:

Senior Sister Zhu, wait for me, Zhao Ziyu, to come back and get first place in all six classes for you!

After finishing, Zhu Yourong picked up the paper and read it several times. The more she read, the more satisfied she was. It seemed that she would never get tired of reading it. Especially the last line, "Someone's personal guarantee". Zhu Yourong suppressed the corners of her mouth, with the indifferent look of a serious senior sister. She lowered her head and glanced at her junior brother's personal guarantee. She sighed softly and said with a little "disdain": "What do you mean by taking the exam for me? You took it for yourself, silly junior brother... Oh, it's rare that you have such filial piety. I won't bother you... Puff."

A certain female teacher was secretly delighted for a long time while holding the report card of her junior, which attracted the curious glances of several female students nearby. She then put it away slowly with a stern face.

Before putting away the report card, Zhu Yourong took another look at the remaining scriptures, then immediately turned around and took action.

While Zhu Yourong was writing the report card for 'Ren Zi No. 13', several other teachers were also discussing the matter of 'Ren Zi No. 13'.

Mr. Chen secretly took a sip of wine, turned around and asked, "Mr. Su and Mr. Duan, is this number 13 Renzi really not that girl Yu Huaijin?"

Su Changfeng and Duan Jiuling looked at each other and both shook their heads.

"That's not her style."

"And with Yu Huaijin's personality, do you think she would write poems about beauties or paint pictures of beauties?"

Mr. Chen laughed heartily and said jokingly, "So he is a hypocritical boy?"

All the gentlemen laughed when they heard this.

At this moment, Mr. Zeng, who had been quietly marking papers and not interfering with the young people, handed a test paper to Mr. Chen with a stern face, "Little Chen, give a score for this test paper as well."

Mr. Chen was startled and turned around to take the paper.

The Scriptures paper was graded by the two of them together, with each marking half. According to the rule, only papers that were decided to be given high scores would be reviewed by both of them, and then the final scores would be given together. Generally, this situation was quite rare, because the Scriptures subject was notoriously difficult.

"Good handwriting." This was Mr. Chen's first reaction. He also flipped through the front of the paper and said, "All the questions on the scripture are correct? Not bad..."

He continued to turn to the test questions on the back.

"With a bowl of rice and a gourd of water, one is not worried but happy? Hey, this is a bad title..."

Soon, several gentlemen around noticed that there was no sound coming from Mr. Chen's direction. They saw him staring at the test paper, reading it line by line, and he was actually immersed in it.

Duan Jiuling, Su Changfeng and others did not care and continued to focus on the tasks they were about to complete. They did not pay attention to Mr. Chen and Mr. Zeng. However, after a while, an argument suddenly broke out on the east side of the lobby.

They are Mr. Chen, who is always easy to talk to, and Mr. Zeng, who likes to put on airs.

"No, nineteen at most."

"Mr. Zeng, such a brilliant essay should get at least a full score of 20!" Mr. Chen said seriously.

"No." The old man insisted.

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