The school was quiet inside and outside.

Zhao Rong took a few steps toward the podium, then suddenly turned around and said helplessly, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Don't you want to attend my class?"

“Ohhhh!”

Everyone reacted immediately and returned to their seats in a hurry. Yu Huaijin couldn't help but glance at the smiling man who was looking back at the podium, and then obediently returned to his seat.

After everyone sat down again, Zhao Rong picked up the textbook again. Wu Peiliang couldn't help but stand up and said awkwardly: "Brother Zhao, I..."

Zhao Rong waved his hand and smiled.

Wu Peiliang was stunned.

For a moment, no one in the school spoke.

The two looked at each other, and everything was understood without words.

Then Zhao Rong turned around, stuck out his chin towards everyone, and gestured to a certain old-fashioned girl who was sitting upright in the front row.

"Regarding this big exam, didn't our Senior Yu say everything he needed to say when I was away just now? Well, luckily I went out to avoid the limelight and avoided it perfectly."

In fact, the handsome student who least needed to hide from the limelight in the whole audience teased, "Then I will also say something, standing in the position of the calligraphy teaching assistant, and talk about this big exam."

Zhao Rong lowered his head, rolled up his sleeves, and tapped the pear wood tabletop with his fair right hand. "Not only is our total calligraphy score lower than the first place in calligraphy, Justice Hall, but we are even behind Xiudao Hall, ranking only third. This is very inconsistent with the first place in total score, and I am not satisfied with it. I won't scold you, and I don't have the strong aura of Senior Yu, so my punishment is more direct..."

He raised his head and curled his lips. "Recently, the class assignments have been doubled. Starting from this class, if you can't finish the assignments in class, you can do them later. If you can't finish them during class, you can do them on your day off. Our school has fallen far behind the Hall of Justice, and we have to catch up."

As he spoke, Zhao Rong took out a piece of paper and pen, spread it on the desk, and wrote something while lowering his head. He said, "Go back and practice copying this calligraphy a thousand times in official script. Hand it in during the next class. You are not allowed to attend class until you finish it."

The students in the audience were immediately cheered up. In the past, they would protest if they had to copy the calligraphy assignment three hundred times, but now they straightened their backs and looked at Zhao Rong who was writing the model calligraphy on the podium with serious eyes. Even though his tone suddenly became stern, everyone was eager to try. No student was careless and relaxed as before. Everyone looked at Zhao Rong's back attentively. However, when Zhao Rong posted the assigned calligraphy on the blackboard, everyone was stunned. Then they took a deep breath, sniffed, or pursed their lips...

There was a row of large, clear characters on the blackboard, which looked like slogans or encouragements.

"No. 1 in Ruxing Hall."

Yu Huaijin was silent for a moment, and the students bowed their heads in emotion.

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When all the students of Ruxing Hall, led by Yu Huaijin, bowed respectfully towards the podium and said "Goodbye, sir" to the sound of the melodious bell at the end of the morning school, Zhao Rong truly felt that this most outstanding group among the six halls had finally recognized him.

In other words, he taught them step by step and finally recognized them.

Zhao Rong exhaled slightly, carrying the teaching aids and leaving Suixing Hall, but he was not too happy. Being the first in the school and the first in the academy was just a beginning. He had boasted in front of Qingjun. Although the latter said that she didn't want her husband to set the goal too high, a man of seven feet could never take back his words once they were spoken. He had made his wife laugh at him for nothing. Even if by some chance he really broke his promise, Qingjun would at most glance at him with a half-smile, but he would never allow such a thing to happen...

The old Zhao family has its own family sentiments, and the huge Mochi Academy where many young talents gather also has its own operating rules. The influence of the first in the six halls is fermenting and spreading at a speed that Zhao Rong could not imagine...

After class, Zhao Rong ran away without giving his classmates a chance to greet him, but he was caught up by his two good friends, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying.

"Hey Ziyu, wait for us. You have worked hard to impress so many people secretly and even hid it from me. Damn, you have to treat us to lunch." Fan Yushu came over with Jia Tengying, speaking with confidence.

Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and didn't turn around, but he slowed down his pace to wait for them. The three of them walked towards the entrance of the academy together, but they could see the crowd gathered at the exit of the academy from a distance in the corridor.

Meng Zhengjun posted the red list of total scores at the entrance of the academy. All the students from the six halls were here to look at the list. They had already seen the rankings of their own schools, and now they were of course looking at the overall ranking and the results of other schools of their competitors. Unlike the familiar names in the first row of the red list in the past, the unfamiliar name at the top was naturally the focus of the onlookers' attention. They naturally whispered to each other and talked endlessly.

"Zhao... Ziyu, who is this? He actually suppressed Yu Huaijin from Ruxing Hall. Hiss, he is also from Ruxing Hall?"

"Wait, Ren Zi No. 13! Is he the Ren Zi No. 13 who came out from Jingchen Hall this morning? He is actually a student from Ruxing Hall? The first and second place are both in Ruxing Hall! This is going against the will of heaven."

"What's so amazing? We're used to having Ruxing Hall always get first place... Hey, look at the art results. There are six full marks, including the two major arts of Confucian classics and poetry!"

"No way, Jingyi can actually get full marks? Is there really anyone who can get full marks in this art? The seniors in previous classes never mentioned it... What kind of monster is this Zhao Ziyu, or did Mr. Zeng retire and replace him with a young master?"

"Nonsense, I saw Mr. Chen accompany Mr. Zeng into Jingchen Hall this morning... Actually, compared to the full marks in the six arts subjects, I am more curious about how he got the one that didn't get full marks. Wow, he got 6 points in music. Did they take the same test? Or is he a 'crooked horse' who is biased in one subject?"

"He only scored 6 points in music and arts and still managed to get first place in the whole academy. Have you ever seen such an outrageous person? Maybe he took the test on purpose for fun, or he accidentally fell asleep during the test..."

Just as the students from the six halls gathered at the gate after school, they were shocked and admired the god. All kinds of speculations emerged. Zhao Rong and his two companions passed by the crowd at the gate. Zhao Rong ignored them and quickened his pace. However, Fan Yushu shouted loudly, whether intentionally or unintentionally:

"Hey, brother Ziyu, why are you walking so fast? Wait for us. By the way, don't you want to check the red list?"

Zhao Rong was very upset.

The students who were originally talking a lot suddenly became quiet one after another, and after just a few breaths, the entrance to the academy was completely silent. The back of a young scholar who was about to leave quickly attracted many curious eyes like a magnet. Then a student named Fan did not forget to say anything, adding: "Brother Ziyu, everyone is so enthusiastic, why don't you stop and say a few words? What are your thoughts and experiences of getting first place in the six halls?"

“…”

Feelings and experiences? Does giving up "Qingjun Qianer" during the exam count? Without women in mind, writing naturally...

Zhao Rong was speechless, and then he was surrounded by a crowd of students, all of whom wanted to get to know his brother. Zhao Rong had to respond politely. Fortunately, there were not many such bold and outgoing students. Most of the students in the six halls just stood by and watched, but they could not hide the curiosity and admiration in their eyes.

Among them, some students with sharp eyes and good memory even recognized that Zhao Rong was the first candidate who handed in his paper and left the exam room during the exam. Needless to say, they were shocked and astonished when the fact was revealed.

Afterwards, seeing that more and more students gathered after school, Fan Yushu stopped making trouble and stepped forward to help Zhao Rong get rid of some of the enthusiastic brothers, then left and returned to Dongli Cottage together.

However, the influence of winning the first place among hundreds of students from the six halls of Mochi in the mid-month exam and surpassing Yu Huaijin after fermenting for just half a day was greater than Zhao Rong had expected...

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