While the Jingchen Hall was busy grading papers, the Suixing Hall seemed very quiet until some gossip from the Jingchen Hall was passed back by Xiao Hongyu who had returned temporarily.

"Number 13 of Renzi? Is this candidate number 13 of the Renzi field?"

"What? I have already got full marks in poetry, painting, and chess!"

"What a joke! Poetry and Confucian classics are both great arts, and we will never give full marks to them easily. We have never seen anyone get full marks in these two great arts this year..."

"Even Senior Brother Han from the next hall, who had the right time, place and people, wrote a poem called "Falling Flowers with Myself", but he could only get 19 points at most, not a full 20 points. Could it be that this Renzi No. 13 wrote a more powerful poem called "Falling Flowers without Myself"?"

"But Brother Hongyu just said that Mr. Su was full of praise for the test paper of 'Ren Zi No. 13', and his reaction was not as strong when he saw the test papers of Senior Han and Senior Yu."

"And I heard that this brother wrote a poem that was beyond the scope of the curriculum."

It was during the break, and a calligraphy assistant teacher went down the stage to drink water. The students of Suixingtang simply gathered in groups of two or three to discuss the matter. As soon as these words were spoken, the small area immediately became much quieter. Even Yu Huaijin, who was in the front row, paused as he turned the pages of a book, lingering on one page for too long.

"He is actually one step ahead in skills. He wrote an essay that directly breaks away from the framework of competing in poetry." Wu Peiliang put the book down and sighed.

Ever since he was inspired to write a song called "Climbing the Tower", he had been praised by his classmates and friends for the past two days. But now, it was like a small basin of cold water was poured on his face. The feminine student who had fought hard in front of Zhao Rong now showed a look of inferiority:

"Well, there is always someone stronger than you."

"Brother Peiliang is too modest. His poetry appreciation is far superior to ours. Even if he didn't get full marks, he is still one of the top few in this poetry and prose exam."

Wu Peiliang shook his head. "Brother Lingpu, don't comfort me. I am somewhat self-aware of the difference between us. Everyone can see that this is a piece of writing that can make the knowledgeable Mr. Su amazed..."

Wu Peiliang pretended to smile and waved his hand, but he didn't feel depressed for long. He cheered up again and said, "It seems that our Mochi Academy is really full of hidden talents. I wonder which of the other five schools this man who took the exam with the number thirteen in the Renzi field is from. When the results are announced, I will definitely go to meet him, ask him questions seriously, and exchange experiences."

Some students nodded in praise: "It should be so, this is the style of study that our Mo Chi Academy should have. It is the holy land of study that the Confucian scholars down the mountain yearn for. We students should be harmonious and friendly, have less hostility, and not make conflicts with classmates and make bets over just a disagreement..." A student named Zhao was implied again.

Another student continued, "That's right. Regardless of their grades, the better students actively share their experiences, and the less advanced students also humbly accept and learn from them. This is a great learning atmosphere. Brother Peiliang is a good example."

Wu Peiliang smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. He quickly waved his hands and said, "It's not as noble as everyone says. I just naturally wanted to ask for advice. This man named Renzi No. 13 is really amazing."

All the students agreed, but they also praised Wu Peiliang's modesty, and then there was a round of flattery between them, and finally the topic returned to this unexpected number Ren Zi No. 13.

"The neighboring schools are all spreading rumors. Some say that this No. 13 Renzi is the famous Brother Li from Guangye Hall, while others say it is the low-key Brother Chen from Chengxin Hall..."

Everyone was discussing the matter with great interest. The results of the mid-month exam had not come out yet, but a dark horse who had already scored full marks in three arts subjects was enough to amaze all the students in the six halls. The last time it was so lively was when Yu Huaijin got full marks in three subjects in the first exam of the school year and ranked first in the total score.

However, in this exam, newcomers replaced old ones. So far, everyone only heard that Yu Huaijin's music art was selected by Mr. Si with full marks, but no one knew about the other subjects. However, the limelight was stolen by the unexpected No. 13 Ren Zi, which made people sigh. Many students of Suixing Hall secretly went to see the reaction of senior Yu in the front row, but they saw the calm and old-fashioned face of the girl.

At the back of the school, Zhao Rong had been attending two calligraphy classes in a row. During the break, he went back to his seat to drink some water to moisten his throat. When he passed by, he heard his classmates gathered together, repeating something like "Renzichang No. 13" over and over again. When he first heard this name, he was slightly stunned, tilted his head and thought for a while, and then he reacted...

When he got back to his seat, Zhao Rong thought that Brother Yushu would also come and talk to him about Number 13. Zhao Rong was ready to take out the test card from his sleeve and throw it to him.

but……

After all, I underestimated Brother Yushu's "highbrow" taste. He doesn't have such low tastes at all. After the exam, he forgot about everything and didn't mention anything related to the exam. He was carefree. Brother Yushu didn't even care about how he did in the exam, let alone how others did.

This is a student who has escaped from vulgar tastes... Zhao Rong felt ashamed for almost misunderstanding Brother Yushu.

At this time, a dull bell sounded from the forest outside. Yu Huaijin stood up to remind everyone to start class. The classroom suddenly became quiet. Zhao Rong went on stage as planned and continued to teach, assigning some homework and writing exercises.

Calligraphy requires diligent practice. The most common situation is that one has high aspirations but poor skills. This is also Zhao Rong's point of view. Unfortunately, many students of Ruxingtang do not buy it.

In addition to the fact that she had disobeyed him for a long time, it was also because today was the first day after the exams. All the teachers were grading papers in Jingchen Hall, such as Zhu Yourong who had classes in the morning. According to past practice, the teachers would let the students from various schools study and rest on their own.

This is the case in all schools except Ruxing Hall. It's a pity that a busty female teacher has a very dedicated assistant.

Therefore, some students who took it for granted that they could relax during the first morning of self-study after the exam were naturally unhappy with Zhao Rong who was still teaching and assigning homework seriously at the podium.

And if nothing unexpected happens, Meng Xuezhen, who is always very efficient, will announce the results of the final exam before the end of this morning. Therefore, the restlessness and anticipation among the students in the six classes were difficult to suppress throughout the morning.

But with Yu Huaijin in charge and suppressing them, they didn't dare to do it openly, but it was inevitable that they would be lazy and uncooperative in secret.

Zhao Rong was well aware of this, so his requirements were not too high. It was okay if the students didn't want to listen and were distracted, as long as they didn't talk loudly and disturb the few students like Brother Teng Ying who were listening attentively.

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"Mr. Zeng, why not?" Mr. Chen insisted.

"It's against the rules."

"What are the rules?" Mr. Chen asked.

Mr. Zeng took a sip of tea and said:

"There is no best article, especially when it is written by a student, so how can it be perfect? ​​We like it, but even if it suits our taste, we cannot easily give it full marks. In my opinion, 19 points is enough. If he is excellent, one or two points will not matter. This is also the old rule left by the senior teachers who have taught the classics over the years since the opening of the academy. Of course, it has its reasons."

Mr. Chen shook his head. "Rules are dead, but people are alive. Besides, why can teachers of other arts give full marks, but not when it comes to our classics?"

Mr. Zeng was not annoyed, but shook his head gently, "Because the study of classics is a great art, much more rigorous than poetry and prose, how can it be easily compared with other minor arts? Moreover, Confucian scholars who study classics need a humble and studious attitude, and are diligent and hardworking. Giving full marks casually will easily make people proud, won't it be good, won't be good..."

The old gentleman who had seen countless young talents smiled and said, "The old rules that remain are always for a reason. Xiao Chen, don't act on impulse. You must know that being too strong will lead to failure, and being too arrogant will lead to failure. You have to control these young people and don't let them become proud."

Mr. Chen was speechless for a moment, and the gentlemen watching around him also shook their heads and said nothing. However, at this moment, a female teacher who had been listening for a long time suddenly interrupted:

"So Mr. Zeng is also suppressing us younger generations in this way. Is he afraid that we will become proud? Is it for our own good?"

Mr. Zeng and Mr. Chen were both stunned, but they saw Zhu Yourong walking out with his hands behind his back and nodded seriously:

"Then there is one thing I don't understand. If you don't give him full marks, how do you know he will be proud? He is not even proud. Instead, the spirit, ambition and vigor that we Linlu students should have have been extinguished by seniors like you."

The whole place suddenly fell silent.

Mr. Zeng's eyelids twitched, and the gentlemen in the audience couldn't help laughing.

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