Chapter 225 You are the students of Xingxingtang (thanks to the leader of the good brothers Zhuzhizh
After discovering that there was a traitor among them, Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly.
He turned around and looked up at Yu Huaijin.
Yu Huaijin pursed her lips slightly, looked at Zhao Rong seriously, and looked at him, as if she was waiting for Zhao Rong to finish asking all the questions. After she answered them one by one, she asked him to immerse himself in learning the piano.
The two people's eyes were frozen in the air in front of the stone table for a while.
Zhao Rong suddenly lowered his eyes, patted his sleeves, then put his hands on his legs, and his upper body was as straight as a pen. He leaned forward slightly, facing Yu Huaijin's face, a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows gathered in the middle, and his eyes were bright.
The light condensed, unblinkingly reflecting the old-fashioned woman in front of him. Looking down, there was a straight bridge of nose and pursed lips.
"It's not good to do this." Zhao Rong said word by word, then paused, "It's not right either."
Yu Huaijin put her hands in her sleeves and felt the somewhat oppressive gaze of the man in front of her. She stared into Zhao Rong's eyes without evading him, and said in a crisp voice: "I am the senior of Suixing Hall."
Zhao Rong nodded, chuckled and said, "You are avenging a private vendetta."
Yu Huaijin said in a serious tone, "I don't. Student uniforms are one thing, and studies are another thing. The former will be discussed later. Today's make-up lessons are for the latter. The mid-month exam in half a month is related to the entire Suixing Hall.
We are a collective in the interests of students, and no one can be left behind."
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly. He had heard Jia Tengying talk about some of the exams this month and roughly knew some of the rules for calculating scores. In addition to a student's individual scores, the overall score of the school he was in was also very important.
More than half a month later, it is the third mid-month exam, which is also the last one this autumn. Now Suixing Tangyu Monastery has won first place once each, and the third exam will determine who is the quarter.
The first of the six classes in the school year.
Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu, who was buried in a pile of books.
He has been attending classes in Suh Xing Hall these days. Zhao Rong is also well aware of Brother Yushu’s status and situation in Sui Xing Hall. After all, just because he is close to Fan Yushu, he has received many frowns or frowns.
A sideways glance.
Moreover, coupled with his status as a student with special talents and his "making trouble" during his first piano class, it is estimated that many students in the school have already done a good job of "sorting waste material".
Zhao Rong nodded slightly and looked away from Fan Yushu.
He looked into Yu Huaijin's calm eyes and asked in a curious tone: "Let's not mention collective matters. Should we individually force ourselves to contribute... Senior Yu, you mean all the students of Suixing Hall? That's strange.
This does not include Brother Yushu and me."
Zhao Rong's voice was filled with doubts.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Huaijin's eyebrows suddenly narrowed.
She stared carefully at the confused look on Zhao Rong's face, looked into his eyes seriously, and said in a sonorous voice:
"You, Zhao Ziyu."
Yu Huaijin stopped and turned to look at Fan Yushu behind the stack of books, "You, Fan Yushu."
She nodded and said word by word: "You are students of Suixing Hall. From the moment you step in the door, no one can change you!"
Zhao Rong's body that was leaning forward suddenly leaned back, and his doubtful expression suddenly disappeared. He turned his head, looking at Yu Huaijin for a while, and then for Fan Yushu, with a surprised voice.
"That's strange. I've been staying in your school for the past few days. Well, let's not talk about you for now. Let's talk about Brother Yushu. Why do I feel that he is like an outsider in Suixing Hall? Senior Yu, you
Are you sure Brother Yushu is a student of Suixing Hall?"
Yu Huaijin fell silent.
Zhao Rong's expression was as if he was thinking, he frowned and looked at Yu Huaijin, "Are you sure that other people also regard Brother Yushu as a student of Xuerxing Hall?"
The old-fashioned woman who was the senior student of Suixing Hall closed her eyes and said nothing. After hearing this, she did not raise her eyes to look at Zhao Rong again.
Fan Yushu on the other side of the stone table was chewing on the penholder, lowering his head and flipping through a tome that was much bigger than his face. His eyes got lost among the densely packed small regular script pages, and he could not get around.
At this moment, after hearing Zhao Rong's rhetorical question, Fan Yushu raised his eyes and temporarily escaped from the sea of suffering. He glanced upward at the two people who had calmed down. The man looked straight and the woman was silent.
Under the stone table, Fan Yushu stretched out a hand and pulled Zhao Rong's sleeve, but the next second, his hand was slapped away by Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong still looked at Yu Huaijin without blinking, in his field of vision at this moment.
Yu Huaijin was standing under the early sun. Most of her body in a wide university uniform was covered by the pale yellow morning light. Her hair, which was tied into a man's crown, was slightly yellowed by the sunlight. At the same time, there was
The thin pursed lips on her clean side face looked pale and seemed to be dry.
As for the hands that Zhao Rong had always been curious about, they were still hidden in his sleeves and could not be seen.
Yu Huaijin stood in the sunshine with her hands held up. She suddenly raised her head and said to Fan Yushu, who had his head buried and pretended to be transparent: "Brother Fan, I was negligent before. I'm sorry. I will deal with these things this time."
I have wronged you first."
The female senior of Suixing Hall took three steps back and bowed meticulously. Her tone was sincere and apologetic.
Fan Yushu, who was reading with his head down and biting the end of the pen holder, made a crunching sound and almost bit off the pen holder and swallowed it.
What? Yu Huaijin apologized!
Fan Yushu pouted twice, spit out the pen, then raised his hand and dug his ears with his fingers. He stared intently at the unfamiliar Yu Huaijin in front of him.
She was bending down to salute, raised her head slightly, pursed her lips and looked at him with questioning eyes.
Fan Yushu forgot to return the favor and reply for a moment, his eyes gradually widened, and the next second, his head jerked in a certain direction.
Fan Yushu stared at Zhao Rong, whose face looked like a flat lake, with a look of disbelief.
In the more than two months since Shuixing Hall opened to recruit new students, as long as Fan Yushu was here, he had never seen Yu Huaijin suffer any failure.
She had always taught and persuaded others with a straight face. Even some gentlemen in the school who had a loose personality, such as their Shi Fu teacher, were criticized by Yu Huaijin because of their clothes or drinking in class.
I stood up and exhorted and preached.
She is simply an "elementary school principal" among the six schools of Mochi Academy, and she is no better than the strict and rigid academy principal.
After all, Yu Huaijin is indeed upright in speech, morals and etiquette, and has a strict and stubborn personality, like an ancient master. Therefore, most of the students in the academy are still convinced by her, especially the students of Suixing Hall.
So Yu Huaijin usually said whatever she said, even though she was impatient, but in her heart she still acquiesced that she was right.
But now, Ziyu...
Fan Yushu stared at Zhao Rong in confusion and nodded with emotion.
Another person in the hospital had the same reaction as him.
Jia Tengying was about to reach the stone table, and was hesitating about how to go forward and find an opportunity to hand over cucumbers. However, after hearing the conversation between Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin, his steps gradually stopped, especially when he saw Senior Yu, whom he had always admired in his heart.
Suddenly he saluted and apologized to Fan Yushu,
Jia Tengying couldn't help but turn his head to look at Zhao Rong, the new classmate, with a dazed expression on his face.
A short while later, Zhao Rong saw that Brother Yushu was still in a daze. He curled his lips slightly, raised his eyebrows and winked at Fan Yushu.
"Oh." Fan Yushu reacted quickly. He immediately turned around and returned the greeting to Yu Huaijin.
"Senior Yu, please wake up. It doesn't matter. I can't hang out with my classmates anyway. I don't care what they think. However, there are indeed some things that I need help from Senior Yu. That's Xiao Hongyu.
...Mother...a classmate who is like a mentor and a helpful friend.”
Fan Yushu blinked and looked into Yu Huaijin's eyes, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, paused and continued to complain:
"Ahem, Brother Hongyu always likes to attack me when he talks. You know, she looks a little taller, stronger, and has bigger fists than me. I definitely can't beat her, haha.
What a joke,
It's just that Brother Hongyu is a woman, and this is in the academy. I adhere to the etiquette and the principles I adhere to in my heart, and I have tolerated her again and again, but Brother Hongyu still doesn't respect etiquette and always says that he will 'beat me'.
It’s really insulting to Sven. It would be great if Senior Yu could help me persuade her.”
After finishing the complaint in one breath, Fan Yushu let out a heavy breath.
Yu Huaijin stood up. When she heard the words, she pondered for a moment and nodded gently, "I will go back to deal with the red fish matter, and I will also take care of other matters. Brother Fan, you are just as willful as we are."
My dear fellow, this will never change."
Zhao Rong, who had been watching silently, curled his lips slightly.
Prejudices are so easy to eliminate. Even if you are Senior Yu who makes all the students obey you, when it comes to this matter, if you just say something to them, they will probably only agree verbally and still don't care in private. There should be some
The barrier is still there, no less.
Just like Zhao Rong in his previous life, who doesn’t know the slogan of unity and friendship that the teacher emphasizes every day and listens to it every day, but who puts it in their heart and thinks about following it?
Moreover, according to Zhao Rong's experience, there are always a few people in every group who are disliked and are rejected and disliked by most people, and there is no reason for such rejection and dislike.
If you accidentally become such an unlucky person, it will be difficult to change the impression, just like Fan Yushu now.
Many people in Suixingtang who rejected and laughed at him actually had no grudges with him. They just found out that everyone hated Fan Yushu, so they followed suit, and they no longer dared to associate with him anymore, for fear of being affected and labeled.
Similar labels make people disliked by the group.
What Zhao Rong thinks is even more ironic is that some groups with strong cohesion use this potential method of tacitly excluding individual members by most members, allowing negative emotions to be vented, allowing everyone to "unify the outside world", and allowing failure to
There are excuses for frustrations and conflicts, which makes the collective cohesion stronger and more united and progressive.
Zhao Rong shook his head slightly.
However, he glanced at Yu Huaijin, who had a serious expression, and his mind moved slightly. It seemed that she was not as boring and inhumane as he thought before.
He thought silently in his mind.
She just keeps a straight face and expressionless all day long. No wonder outsiders think she is boring. I wonder what this Yu Huaijin will look like if she smiles...
Seeing that Yu Huaijin was rarely so easy to talk to, Fan Yushu coughed lightly and glanced at her, "Senior Yu, I have one more thing."
"What's the matter?" Yu Huaijin's eyes narrowed, "You can tell me anything."
Fan Yushu frowned and looked heavy, "I went back home a few days ago and felt a little unwell, so I went to see the doctor in the family. The doctor told me that I was ill."
Zhao Rong raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Fan Yushu, who had a serious face.
Yu Huaijin said: "What's the disease? If it's serious, I can help Xiang Jijiu ask for leave, but I have to inform your family."
Fan Yushu sighed and shook his head, "It's not a serious problem, no need to ask for leave, but, alas..."
Yu Huaijin said nothing and stared at Fan Yushu.
Fan Yushu raised his head and said seriously: "I have a strange disease that makes me dizzy when I see densely packed words. Senior Yu, I also want to work hard, but this disease is really powerful, and I am still defeated by it. I feel dizzy now, otherwise
, you want me to wait for two days? When I regain my energy, we will see if I can try to overcome it."
Yu Huaijin: “…………”
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, I think you are lazy.
at last.
Fan Yushu was still guarded by Yu Huaijin in front of the stone table without saying a word, and continued to complete his homework conscientiously under the ruler. He was not allowed to go there until he finished.
Seeing Fan Yushu calm down, Yu Huaijin turned his head and looked at Zhao Rong.
She stretched out a finger and gently pushed the "ordinary guqin" forward.
Zhao Rong sighed and looked down at the guqin.
It is painted entirely in purple, with many paint repairs, and is of ordinary style.
He stretched out his fingers and played it gently, and the sound was warm and loose.
Zhao Ronghu asked: "Does this Guqin have a name?"
Yu Huaijin was quiet for only two breaths, and then said directly: "Jiuxiao Yunpei."
Zhao Rong nodded, "What a good name."
Immediately he went straight to the point:
"This mid-month exam, I won't hinder Sui Xingtang, so you don't have to give me extra lessons. It's not only a waste of my time, but also a waste of your energy. With this kind of time... you might as well supervise Brother Yushu."
I’m copying some poems.”
Zhao Rong had previously learned from Jia Tengying some of the assessment rules for the mid-month exam, the Seven Arts of Confucianism. Although he had a few shortcomings, he was still somewhat confident in poetry, Fu, classics and other major arts.
Zhao Rong calculated conservatively in private, and it was not difficult not to hinder Suixingtang's overall performance.
Fan Yushu, who was lost in the maze of words again, opened his eyes wide when he heard his friend stabbed him again, "Tzuyu, you!"
Zhao Rong ignored him and stared at Yu Huaijin.
However, the latter was silent for a moment and shook his head.
At this moment, Jia Tengying, who had been hesitating not far away for a long time, finally plucked up the courage and walked over with a basket.
He raised his head and glanced at Yu Huaijin, then lowered his head to pick up the curved cucumber and prepared to speak.
Suddenly, a big hand penetrated deeply into the bamboo basket as if no one was watching.
"Thank you, Brother Teng Ying."
When Zhao Rong saw Jia Tengying coming, he picked up the juicy and green cucumber, took a bite, and said vaguely.