Zhao Rong felt that there was a reason why Brother Yushu was not liked by everyone.

On the podium, Zhao Rong looked at Fan Yushu's shocked expression for a while, nodded and said, "We are lucky this time."

Then he turned around and asked directly: "So Brother Huaijin is second?"

Xiao Hongyu and the others nodded, with complicated expressions, "Yes, Xuanji... scored 85 points."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but laugh, but immediately restrained himself and said seriously: "Before this music art exam, Brother Huai Jin gave me a last-minute lesson and guessed the questions right. I was lucky, so I got a six in the music art exam. This time it's all thanks to Huai Jin. Okay, let's go to class first and wait for her to come back." He said with some emotion in his tone.

Xiao Hongyu and other students looked at each other in bewilderment. Just as they were about to nod, Fan Yushu next to them couldn't help but interrupt: "She also gave me extra lessons, so why didn't I get six points?"

Zhao Rong: ...

Everyone: ...

Can you, the last one, please stop talking?

Some students in the audience couldn't help but glare at Fan Yushu.

Fan Yushu became even more excited. He sighed, patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder, and said with emotion: "Zi Yu, you are too modest."

He sighed, put his hands behind his back, and began to recall the past in front of everyone:

"Tzuyu, from the moment I first met you that morning, I knew you were extraordinary, especially when you followed Mr. Yan to slack off in Taiqing Mansion... During the study period, I saw with my own eyes that you chased after the famous sword fairy Zhao Daxianzi. In fact, from that moment on, you were completely different in my eyes. Tzuyu, do you want to know what you looked like?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, but before he could finish, Fan Yushu said, "How can a golden scale stay in a pond? Once it encounters wind and clouds, it will turn into a dragon!"

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched fiercely, but the students below the stage were unaware of Zhao Rong's speechlessness and just thought it was true. While feeling ashamed and embarrassed, they were actually scared by Fan Yushu.

Fan Yushu faced the door with his back to the people, his face tilted 45 degrees to the sky, and waved his sleeves, "Tzuyu, I knew you were no ordinary person, but I didn't expect you to become so famous so soon, and... you're even stronger than I expected, but that's not the point today."

Zhao Rong hesitated to speak. If he hadn't remembered that Fan Yushu had approached him a few days ago before the exam to test his review situation and seek comfort and recognition, he would have almost believed what this guy said on the spot.

"Zi Yu." Fan Yushu grabbed Zhao Rong's sleeve and said earnestly and firmly, "You can't just let it go. What's the point of taking classes now? You don't have the energy to do that now. Some things are not so easy to brush aside. Some days ago, some short-sighted and opportunistic guys mocked and provoked you. I saw it clearly. You are gentle and modest, and you forget things easily, but I am anxious and remember it clearly. I can't let them get away with it."

Zhao Rong on the podium: "..."

In a place where no one in the audience could see, Fan Yushu blinked quickly at Zhao Rong. Zhao Rong looked helpless, but Fan Yushu glared at him, as if to say, 'You are not a loyal boy. I haven't even bothered with you about the fact that you worked quietly to impress everyone, and now you can't even let me take advantage of this to have some fun.'

Zhao Rong was speechless. Fan Yushu immediately turned around and faced the audience, singing about the serfs’ rise up.

"Didn't I hear some of you say before that Tzuyu is not worthy of being a calligraphy assistant teacher, and is not worthy of you calling him sir?" Fan Yushu scratched his ear with his pinky finger and asked curiously, "By the way, are there still people saying this now? You, after returning to the academy, Tzuyu, who gets first place in any exam, is he worthy of teaching you?"

The whole school fell into an awkward silence. Many students began to regret not going to the toilet. If they had known, they would not have come back...

Fan Yushu pointed at Xiao Hongyu and said, "Brother Hongyu, you speak first."

Xiao Hongyu quickly shook her head like a rattle, "I have never said these words in private, Xue You can testify to that!"

Fan Yushu squinted his eyes: "I didn't say you said that, I was asking if Ziyu is qualified to teach you."

Xiao Hongyu was so upset. If Zhao Rong, who made her respect, fear and curiosity, wasn't standing behind her, she would have rushed up and smashed the bastard's head.

She nodded immediately and said, "Of course he is qualified. Brother Ziyu scored full marks in all six arts subjects and is the best in the academy. Not to mention calligraphy, he is more than qualified to be an assistant teacher in other arts subjects."

Of course, in addition to music, Xiao Hongyu added in her heart, but for some reason, although Zhao Rong's music was only six points good, she felt that the tall, handsome and calm man on the stage was much closer to her. He did not have the distant feeling that Yu Xuanji had given to everyone in the past. Many other students also felt the same way. They frequently and carefully looked at the stage, as if they were getting to know him all over again.

As soon as the red list came out today, the mentality of some students in Shuexingtang has completely changed.

Fan Yushu turned his head and asked with a smile, "Brother Delu, what do you think?"

Zhong Delu, who was the fourth in the class and usually taciturn, looked at Zhao Rong and said sincerely, "Brother Zhao, I am convinced. Please give me more guidance in and out of class in the future."

Fan Yushu really helped his classmates to achieve success today. He suddenly pointed at a student who used to be more rebellious and said, "Brother Qingpu, what do you think?"

Brother Qingpu, who wanted to pretend to be invisible in the audience, waved his hands quickly when everyone looked at him. He slumped his shoulders and said dejectedly, "Before, I was blinded by prejudice and didn't recognize Brother Zhao. This time... Hey, I'm really convinced. There is actually someone who scored full marks in all six arts..."

All the students looked at him sideways. In the past, this student was the most unhappy with Zhao Rong except Wu Peiliang. However, he was not as proud and impulsive as Wu Peiliang. He just talked a lot in private, but now, he looked honest with a blushing face.

Fan Yushu winked at Zhao Rong, who sighed softly. Fan Yushu, however, was in high spirits, and named several students who had been uncooperative in the past. The latter were all ashamed, and hurriedly distanced themselves from each other, bowed and apologized to Zhao Rong, who also bowed in return and shook his head. Everyone immediately looked at Zhao Rong sideways, and the atmosphere in the hall, which should have been awkward and tense because of Fan Yushu's "nonsense", eased a lot.

At this moment, Fan Yushu cleared his throat and suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, where is our most arrogant brother Pei Niang? In the past, he had the highest and loudest voice in the school. People who didn't know him would have thought that he had surpassed Zi Yu and Senior Yu and was the best in the school."

Fan Yushu pretended to look around and asked in confusion, "Where is he? At this time, how can we miss the unruly figure of Brother Pei Niang? I don't agree with this."

Fan Yushu was blind and couldn't find anyone, but all the students' eyes were directed to a seat on the right side, where a figure was shrinking and covering his face with his sleeves raised.

At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to him, and the figure who was trying hard to hide his presence suddenly trembled, and all his efforts to pretend to be transparent were in vain.

Fan Yushu hammered his hands, "Oh, so it's here. Brother Peiliang, why are you covering your face? Are you shameless? Come, let me see it."

"I...I..." The figure suddenly shuddered.

Everyone looked at him strangely. Fan Yushu walked off the stage, grabbed Wu Peiliang's sleeve, and was about to walk onto the stage.

"You...what are you doing? Don't grab my sleeve..." Wu Peiliang felt extremely ashamed. He lowered his head and pulled Fan Yushu's sleeves, and started to make a noise on the corridor between the seats.

Fan Yushu blinked his eyes. "Nothing else. It's just that everyone heard you praising me before and said they wanted to meet the No. 13 after the results were announced. They said they wanted to 'earnestly ask for advice and exchange ideas'. Now he's here, right on the podium. Hurry up and get on."

Fan Yushu patted Wu Peiliang on the shoulder and urged:

"Hurry up, isn't it said that this is the style of study that our Mochi Academy should have? This is the holy land of study that the Confucian scholars down the mountain admire." He nodded and recited the whole text: "Students should be friendly and harmonious with each other, with less hostility. Regardless of their grades, the better students should actively exchange experiences, and the students with shortcomings should also learn from them with an open mind. The style of study should be harmonious... Brother Peiliang is a good example."

Wu Peiliang stammered, "This...I didn't say that."

Fan Yushu nodded, "Well... 'I just naturally wanted to ask for advice. This man named Renzi No. 13 is really amazing'... You are the one who said this, right? Everyone heard it clearly not long ago. Brother Pei Niang said it passionately. I, who was sleeping in class, heard it."

Wu Peiliang: !!!

Students: ...

"I...I..." Wu Peiliang stuttered, unable to refute.

"What do you mean by 'I'? Why are you standing there like an idiot? Hurry up and go ask Tzuyu for advice!"

Fan Yushu stretched out his arm and pushed Wu Peiliang onto the podium, in front of Zhao Rong.

The atmosphere in the lobby suddenly became quiet.

Zhao Rong stood quietly with his sleeves rolled up, his expression calm. Wu Peiliang stood in front of him, his face flushed, and he felt embarrassed for a moment.

At this moment, Wu Peiliang wished he could dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it. He turned his eyes away, not daring to meet Zhao Rong's calm eyes. He was ready to be verbally humiliated.

Zhao Rong just looked at him, then turned to look at the sun which was approaching noon.

"Alright, Brother Yushu, stop making trouble. Go down, Brother Wu too, go back to your seats. If Senior Yu comes back and sees you guys making such a fuss, you'll be in trouble. She might be in a bad mood today, so don't mess with her."

Zhao Rong shook his head and turned around.

Wu Peiliang looked down at the ground in a daze.

Xiao Hongyu and other students were also surprised.

Fan Yushu wanted to speak.

At this moment, the familiar and meticulous footsteps of a prim and proper girl were heard at the door. Wu Peiliang and Fan Yushu hurried back to their seats, while Xiao Hongyu, Li Xueyu and other students quickly fell silent and sat up.

The next second, the figure of the old-fashioned girl appeared at the door.

Yu Huaijin came back, but he looked a little unhappy.

Although his face was still stern as usual, there seemed to be no difference.

But the students who were familiar with her were silent.

They knew that there was only one thing that could make Senior Yu really angry, and that was... something related to the group's performance and honor.

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