"You..." Before Zhao Rong could finish his words, he was unexpectedly pulled to the door by Gu Yiwu.

Outside the door, two students from the Justice Hall who had followed Gu Yiwu to "steal people" were waiting. At this time, they also stuck their heads in and curiously looked at the atmosphere in this school that used to be as proud as a mountain and dominated the other five schools. Seeing the weird atmosphere, the two students from the Justice Hall had strange expressions, but as Gu Yiwu pulled Zhao Rong out, they shifted their attention and immediately stepped forward to help their senior, holding Zhao Rong and leaving together.

"Mr. Zhao, please come with us. We are all waiting for you. You may not know that this time our Justice Hall ranks second in the total score, only three points lower than the Sex Hall! We are all very excited and are looking forward to you coming over to chat. This time it is really thanks to your contribution. We are all impressed by you!" A student from the Justice Hall greeted with a smile.

Another student from the Hall of Justice immediately responded, "Yes, this time with your help, we ranked first in the total scores of the six halls in both calligraphy and etiquette! All the classmates you brought down the mountain with you scored full marks in etiquette... Mr. Meng really kept his promise and gave all of them extra points; for calligraphy, you privately taught us the eight strokes of the character Yong, which was a great help. Almost everyone did well in the exam, many scored 7 or 8, and many even scored 9. It brought our total scores up!"

Zhao Rong couldn't help but correct him, "It's not private teaching. The content of my calligraphy class is the same as that of my class at Ruxing Hall. There is no difference. The reason you did well on the exam is because you studied hard and your strength. It has little to do with me."

The first student of the Hall of Justice couldn't help but sigh and said, "Mr. Zhao, you are too modest. It is obvious that you taught well first, so we can learn well. The order of first and last cannot be changed... Anyway, everyone is looking forward to your coming over now. We should thank you very much. Come with us."

Zhao Rong opened his mouth.

Gu Yiwu laughed loudly and patted Zhao Rong's shoulder vigorously. His loud voice was heard by everyone inside and outside the room, but the atmosphere inside the room became even quieter.

"Yes, Ziyu, come with us. Although some people in the academy feel sorry that I missed the first place by three points, I feel that I am already very satisfied and don't have too many demands. You have really helped our Justice Hall in calligraphy and etiquette. Hey, I really didn't expect that my decision to stand up and go down the mountain with you for the assessment would bring such an unexpected surprise!"

Zhao Rong was speechless for a moment.

Two students from the Justice Hall held Zhao Rong's hand and were about to walk out. Gu Yiwu freed his hands and suddenly thought of something. He punched Zhao Rong's shoulder in anger.

"Oh, and you got first place in the whole museum without saying anything! That scary number 13 is you. When everyone was discussing it, why didn't you say anything? Why were you so calm?"

Zhao Rong smiled.

Gu Yiwu couldn't help but sigh, "He only scored 6 points in Music Arts, but he still beat Yu Huaijin... He got full marks in the other six arts subjects, with a total score of 86 points. Hmm, I really don't know how to say hello..."

He sighed, "Hey, you see, it doesn't matter if I lose three points in Music Art. There's no difference between three and six points in Music Art, and it's still second in the whole hall, ahem, it can also make our Justice Hall and Ruthlessness Hall tied for first place, how great is that, it's the best of both worlds!"

The burly scholar had a look of deep sorrow and regret on his face.

Zhao Rong squinted at him and said, "Then what about you? Wouldn't it be better if you scored four more points? Not only would you be able to be first among the six halls of Justice Hall, but you could also tie with me for first place."

Gu Yiwu and his companions: …

The burly scholar touched the back of his head and pretended not to hear.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he stroked his stubble with a sigh, "Ever since I accompanied you to Dali at the foot of the mountain and witnessed you completing the Fengshan Ceremony almost perfectly, I knew you were definitely not a simple person. You were hiding your abilities before, but I didn't expect that you hid them even more than I expected! I thought Yu Huaijin was outrageous enough, but I never thought you could be even better than her! You can't be the reincarnation of some great being written in the book, with a demonic fate, right? Well, let me feel you."

With a "pop", Zhao Rong decisively slapped the dirty hand away. He nodded seriously, "I didn't expect you to find out. I was planning to get along with you as an ordinary person, but you treated me like a nobody. Forget it, I won't pretend anymore. I was the Peach Blossom Sword Emperor in my previous life. I'm telling you the truth."

Someone spread his hands shamelessly and sighed. Gu Yiwu couldn't help but laugh and scold: "What Peach Blossom Sword Emperor? I've never heard of him. You're making it up again. Last time we were drinking at a roadside tavern, you were bragging and talking nonsense after drinking. I also heard you mysteriously boasting that you were born with knowledge and that you had the qualities of a saint. But when Qian'er's sister-in-law came, your face changed color and you quickly stuffed the wine jug into our arms, looking serious and not interested in alcohol... Is this what a saint who is born with knowledge is like? And he's also controlled by his wife?"

Zhao Rong coughed, glared, and signaled him to speak less.

Gu Yiwu didn't care about the mood of the audience in the Ruxing Hall from beginning to end. He didn't delay any longer and pulled Zhao Rong towards the Justice Hall. "Okay, you are the reincarnation of the emperor, right? You look like a saint, right? Then come with me and let everyone take a good look at you and thank our great saint Zhao."

Zhao Rong: “…”

The laughter and conversation of several people outside were transmitted into the school without missing a word. Yu Huaijin pursed her lips and stared at the backs of Gu Yiwu and others who were enthusiastically pulling people away outside the door. Then she turned her head and looked expressionlessly at the students who dared not move in the audience.

Under his gaze, the students of Ruxing Hall all lowered their heads, not daring to breathe loudly. Only Li Xueyu, who pricked up her ears, covered her mouth with her hands when she heard someone boasting that he was a saint.

Besides that, you could hear a pin drop in the school, and everyone was in an indescribable mood.

At this moment, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others outside the door had not walked far. The former seemed to struggle and slowed down his pace, and then a faint conversation was heard.

"Brother Yiwu, why don't we just forget it? The calligraphy class at Ruxing Hall hasn't finished yet. I'll go to Zhengyi Hall to see you during the afternoon break."

Gu Yiwu said in an unhappy tone, "Why do you keep thinking about your crappy school? They don't like you, and you have extra classes every day. Do half of them listen? Why don't you go, ...

"That's right, it would be great if Mr. Zhao was from our Justice Hall." Two students from the Justice Hall responded.

Zhao Rong: ...

Yu Huaijin and students of Ruxingtang: ???

Soon, the sound outside the school disappeared and the people seemed to have gone far away.

In front of the podium at Ruexingtang, a stern-faced girl with her hands on her chest did not turn her head. She just stared at the people below the stage motionlessly, in silence.

The students also had different reactions. Xiao Hongyu, Zhong Delu and other students all stood up angrily and wanted to take back "Mr. Zhao"; Jia Tengying and other students were silent and dared not say a word; Wu Peiliang, Feng Qingpu and other students became more and more ashamed and their faces flushed.

"return!"

Yu Huaijin suddenly shouted.

"But Xuanji, that senior Gu is too arrogant. He snatched Brother Ziyu away right under our noses! And he’s gossiping all over us..." Xiao Hongyu and others who rushed to the door said indignantly.

"But was he wrong?" Yu Huaijin said calmly.

The atmosphere in the whole venue suddenly became tense.

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