Halfway through the calligraphy class, Zhao Rong turned around and said sincerely:

"Can everyone please lower your voices a little and stop talking about No. 13? Don't disturb Brother Yushu in the back row who is sleeping."

The audience, who were originally whispering, suddenly became quiet, and then burst into laughter again, and turned back to look at a student who was sleeping soundly in the last row.

Fan Yushu smacked his lips, turned half of his face to the side, and continued to sleep on his stomach without opening his eyes.

Still I remain unmoved.

In the words he told Zhao Rong, the holiday was coming soon, so he had to get enough sleep in the classroom first, have fun during the holiday, and then make up for the sleep after the holiday was over.

Zhao Rong was greatly inspired by these words, as if he had been enlightened. So he hurriedly took advantage of the time to finish all the calligraphy courses and homework that were planned for the next few days. Unlike Fan Yushu, he could sleep happily during the holidays - and he could even sleep with Qingjun Qian'er.

Fan Yushu expressed his incomprehension of this, and Zhao Rong certainly would not tell him that great benefits and rewards were waiting for him.

Zhao Rong didn't care about Fan Yushu sleeping, just like he didn't care about the students who disobeyed him and whispered in class. All he did was not to disturb him from lecturing the students who were willing to listen.

Yu Huaijin, who was sitting in the first row, was also surprisingly quiet. She did not turn back to manage the class as the teachers did in the past, because the conversation between her and Zhao Rong in the corridor after the last forced end of the bet gave this old-fashioned girl some vague insights.

This is Zhao Rong's class, she doesn't interfere.

Zhao Rong glanced at the sun which was approaching noon.

"Let's assign some more homework. After class, I'll check what you've written and talk about any typos. Then the get out of class can be over." He took out a stack of rice paper and prepared to hand it out.

There was a sudden burst of dissatisfied and disappointed "ah" from the audience below the podium.

"Mr. Zhao, other schools are free to do their own thing. We've been in class for the whole morning. You've almost finished your class." Wu Peiliang did not disappoint Zhao Rong. He was the first to protest, looking unhappy. "According to the previous rules, the results will be announced soon. Let's go and take a look, right? You don't care about the results, but we are different."

Zhao Rong ignored him and threw the rice paper to Yu Huaijin in the first row, who stood up and left his seat to distribute it.

Just at this time, there was some noise outside the hall. The sixteen female students who had gone to the school to mark the papers returned in groups, followed by a dozen school boys. The boys were holding red lists in their hands and following the female students back to their respective schools.

According to past rules, six red lists of class rankings were sent to each school respectively. As for the overall list of academy rankings, it had been posted by Meng Zhengjun in the most conspicuous position at the entrance of the academy. It would be visible to students leaving the academy after school in the morning.

There was a moment of silence in Ruexing Hall, and then it became lively again.

This was not only the case in Shuxing Hall, but in other schools as well. Even in some loose schools with no classes, some students had already rushed out the door to greet him.

Even Fan Yushu, who was sleeping soundly in the last row, raised his head, wiped his saliva with his sleeve, looked around and asked "what's wrong, what's wrong". After learning that the results of the mid-month exam would be announced, he became more alert and a little excited. Well, Zhao Rong understood his expectations. Before, Fan Yushu had been confident that his music and painting skills would be good, and it was one of the few times he took the exams seriously.

This is even more true for other students. When the results are announced, everyone, no matter if they are the top students, the poor students, the weak students, or the useless students, has hope. Although sometimes it is mostly an illusion, it is exciting enough.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyu appeared at the door, and they returned to Shuexingtang with the red list.

The students of Ruxingtang looked at them nervously and expectantly. Zhao Rong ignored the people in the audience and turned around to continue writing the questions of the classroom assignments on the blackboard.

However, what made the students in the school a little strange was that, as soon as Xiao and Li entered the room, their eyes turned to Zhao Rong, who was writing quietly on the podium with his back to everyone. Looking at the expression on Xiao Hongyu's face, she seemed a little cautious... However, the actions of the two girls did not arouse much suspicion from everyone. After all, Zhao Rong was teaching the calligraphy class, and it was normal for her to ask for permission from the 'teacher on the podium' with her eyes before entering the classroom.

Wu Peiliang pretended that Zhao Rong on the podium didn't exist, and couldn't help asking first: "Brother Xueyou, Brother Hongyu, I took the exam..." Halfway through the sentence, he realized that he was a little too anxious in front of the public, and changed the subject: "How did our school take the exam?"

Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyu exchanged a strange look. The latter even took the opportunity to lift her hair to cover her eyes and sneak a peek at the man writing quietly on the podium.

Xiao Hongyu hesitated and organized her words: "As for our class... the test results should be... should be considered very good, but..."

Wu Peiliang rushed to ask: "How many students from our class are in the top ten of the whole school this time?"

Xiao Hongyu answered honestly: "Four."

Wu Peiliang was immediately overjoyed, and the students sitting around him congratulated him one after another, some were happy for him, and some showed envy.

On weekdays in the school, apart from Yu Huaijin who was far ahead of others, Wu Peiliang was mostly second only to Brother Delu and Brother Xueyou, and was among the top four in the school.

This time, he performed very well in poetry and had a poem that was rated as good, so he must have scored no less than 18 points! He was sure to be in the top four, and now he was even thinking about getting the third or second place.

"That's really good, hahaha, it seems that this is the first time that our Shuexing Hall has four students in the top ten of the academy!" Wu Peiliang looked at his friends and classmates who were having fun around him with a smile on his face, turned around and asked cheerfully.

For some reason, Li Xueyu looked at Wu Peiliang with a strange look when she heard that, and then quickly left.

Seeing this, Xiao Hongyu also had a complicated expression and couldn't help but say, "That's true, ahem." She suddenly turned to Zhao Rong on the podium and asked carefully, "Brother Ziyu, have you finished your class? If you have, I will directly post the red list. If you haven't finished, it's okay. Xueyou and I will wait for a while and go to the end of the get out of class together. I feel a little embarrassed for missing class for the whole morning."

The slightly plump female student with a big mouth looked at Zhao Rong without wavering.

The same goes for Li Xueyu.

This time, it was the students' turn to look at the two girls in a strange way. Wu Peiliang said in annoyance, "Don't worry about him. Brother Hongyu can just post the list. It was Mr. Meng who asked you to come back and post the list. Our Mr. Zhao can't be more powerful than Mr. Meng."

Most of the students smiled in support, but for some reason, Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyu still looked at the podium politely.

Zhao Rong turned around and glanced at them and the red list in their hands. He thought about it, but before he could speak, Yu Huaijin said it for him:

"Hongyu, Xueyou, take the book boys to post the red list on the wall outside. The calligraphy class isn't over yet, so don't disturb Brother Zhao." She turned around and said to the impatient students, "It'll only be another quarter of an hour. When school is over, go and see it before you leave."

Zhao Rong nodded upon hearing this.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyu immediately turned around, took the servant and the much-anticipated red list out, posted it on the wall outside the lobby, and then returned.

Zhao Rong turned around and continued to assign homework, but the students in the school were confused. Even Jia Tengying and others who had listened to Zhao Rong's class seriously before couldn't help but glance outside the door frequently and were a little distracted.

Everyone was looking forward to the end of the get out of class. Zhao Rong also noticed this and was about to say something. At this moment, a student named Cheng, who usually attended the class very seriously, suddenly raised his hand and stood up, "Brother Zhao, I just drank too much water and I feel a little urgent."

Zhao Rong couldn't really go check his **, "Okay, go quickly and come back quickly."

The student named Cheng went out immediately, and it was not known whether he was really going to the toilet. With someone taking the lead, the rest of the students were not willing to lag behind, and one by one they revealed that they had problems with their penises and were in a hurry to go to the bathroom.

Yu Huaijin frowned and wanted to speak. Zhao Rong sighed and raised the manuscript in his hand, "Hurry up, don't crowd..."

In a flash, most of the students left the classroom. Later, Wu Peiliang, who was at odds with Zhao Rong, didn't even ask Zhao Rong for permission or even look at him. He led the seven or eight students around him out with a smile on his face. In the end, even Jia Tengying and some other students who were eager to learn smiled at Zhao Rong a little embarrassedly, then stood up and followed the main group.

So, in such a large classroom, only Zhao Rong on the podium and Yu Huaijin in the first row were left.

The students of Suixing Hall said that they were in a hurry to go to the toilet, but the noisy noises and footsteps outside the hall revealed to Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin that they did not go there at all. Instead, they were lingering in the corridor outside the door separated by a wall. It went without saying what they were looking at, except for a few students who actually went to the toilet to pretend to go, almost all the students of Suixing Hall gathered in the corridor to look at the list of honors.

Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin looked at each other silently and shook their heads. However, just as Yu Huaijin was about to speak, she found that the corridor outside the school suddenly became quiet.

The two people in the lobby turned their heads.

In the corridor with the red list posted on the wall across from them, the originally crowded and noisy students seemed to be strangled by some force, and there was a dead silence outside the door, and no one knew why...

To be honest, this scene would seem a bit weird to someone who wasn't aware of the situation, because the air suddenly became quiet.

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