Chapter 284 If you don't become a dragon, is that still called the Dragon Slayer Boy?
The afternoon passed quickly.
Zhao Rong led a group of Suixingtang students, left the library and returned to Mochi Academy.
Along with the distant mountains and forests, the dull sound of ancient bells came.
It also means that this afternoon calligraphy class has ended.
On the road, there was quite a lively atmosphere among the students of Suixingtang, with the sounds of conversation, play and joking intertwined together.
Zhao Rong, who was walking in front, looked back.
Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, talking and laughing.
Although I didn’t seem to learn anything in this calligraphy class and just watched the excitement, isn’t this the reason for my good mood?
Although Suixing Hall is one of the top schools among the six schools in Mochi, most of the students in the school are good students in some sense.
But it’s nice to be able to hang out and relax in an art class. Is this happiness education?
Some students looked at someone's back and felt a little more pleasing to the eye.
Even if someone’s original intention wasn’t actually to show them…
In addition, there is another reason for the lively atmosphere at this time.
That means the holidays are coming again.
Just tomorrow.
Therefore, anyone with some academic experience knows that the afternoon before the holiday is, in a sense, a more comfortable time than the holiday itself.
Especially when school is out, like now.
Because you can make whatever plans you want.
And if the last class happens to be similar to Zhao Rong's useless 'physical education class' in his previous life...
Well, double the happiness, everyone understands.
Everyone who has experienced it says it’s good.
At this moment, Zhao Rong, who was walking in front of the crowd with his hands behind his back, thought of this and felt that he had a profound understanding of the feelings of the students behind him.
After all, he is an old student.
Zhao Rong raised the corner of his mouth.
He couldn't help but look back at the joyful smiles of his classmates and felt emotional.
I will protect this smile.
Zhao Rong said with a smile:
"Everyone, please be quiet. We have a holiday tomorrow. I see that the other gentlemen have not assigned any homework. Your vacation may be too monotonous. So, I will just arrange it casually depending on the situation. Everyone is idle anyway.
, just write by hand."
Originally, the students of Suixing Hall were looking left and right, chatting and laughing in groups.
Or they are discussing a private holiday meeting, or meeting up to climb a mountain in autumn, or making an appointment to steal a half-day leisure together, or forming a team to experience the fun of "Cuju" that has just been heard from down the mountain.
But it was accompanied by someone's smiling words.
The noisy crowd was still noisy for three breaths, and then gradually became quiet.
All the students looked sideways and looked at the smiling face of a guy who wanted to brighten their boring vacation.
The words they just said made them feel extremely uncomfortable.
Many students' smiles froze.
Among them, Wu Peiliang couldn't help but speak first: "Zhao...Mr. Zhao, what point do you mean by 'it depends on the situation'?"
Zhao Rong glanced appreciatively at Pei Niang, who was always the most positive, and nodded:
"That's a good question. It's not much. Go back and write a word and hand it in next class."
The students in Suixing Hall looked at each other in confusion.
Wu Peiliang felt even more uneasy. He had to go back during the holiday. There was so much time wasted on the homework assigned by this cheap gentleman.
Besides...Wu Peiliang doesn't believe what someone said even if it's just a punctuation mark.
He glanced at Zhao Rong's expression and sounded wary.
"Is it really just one word? Mr. Zhao, please say this 'one word' first. Does it mean number or category? If it means category, what word is it and how many times do you need to write it specifically?"
Wu Peiliang cleverly caught the loopholes in someone's words, broke them into pieces, and asked them carefully.
As we all know, teachers sometimes have to be prepared to re-interpret something in addition to believing it.
"Um?"
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but take a closer look at the student in front of him who looked a little feminine but seemed to move his head very quickly.
He gave Wu Peiliang a look that said, "A child can be taught" and nodded again.
"I was about to say, a very simple word... Yong, the fresh and timeless word Yong, just five strokes. As for the number of times, it doesn't need to be too many. Just set a small goal first, write a thousand of them, and hand it in next class.
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After hearing about ‘small goals’, many students from Suixingtang’s eyes twitched.
A thousand? This is done by laying down paper and grinding it. When writing on calligraphy rice paper, you will know that it is not just a few.
Some students sighed.
However, many of them breathed a sigh of relief.
The next Suixingtang calligraphy class seems to be in a few days, so we are not pressed for time and can be completed slowly.
At least tomorrow's holiday can be carried out as usual, right?
Wu Peiliang nodded secretly. He turned around and exchanged glances with his classmates. He turned around and said in a tentative tone:
"Mr. Zhao, are you sure this is all you have?"
Zhao Rong nodded, "No matter how much, I'm afraid you guys won't be able to handle it, so that's all I have."
As he said this, he seemed a little embarrassed about taking up everyone's spare time.
Wu Peiliang glanced at Zhao Rong's face for a few times, nodded slowly, and said no more words.
Zhao Rong suddenly said to Yu Huaijin:
"Xuanji, pass on the word 'Yong' I wrote."
The latter looked at Zhao Rong and was hesitant to speak. When he heard this, he took out the thick stack of rice paper that Zhao Rong handed her before class and distributed it.
The students from Suixing Hall finished their work one after another, and when they took a closer look, they saw the word "永" written neatly on it.
At the same time, the paper also comes with individual strokes that have been disassembled, and there are a few lines of clear and majestic regular script at the bottom as key points.
It can be said that everything is meticulous.
This piece of rice paper contains no less than a hundred words, all written by someone's familiar handwriting, which is a pleasure to watch.
Regardless of anything else, if we just talk about calligraphy, the students of Suixing Hall are really convinced by this 'Mr. Zhao'. This has been the case since he used the word 'zheng' to dominate all the students in the hall. Even if he is criticizing Wu Peiliang,
There is no disputing this.
Li Xueyou unfolded the rice paper with both hands, lowered his head, and carefully looked at these beautiful words with wide eyes. He was dazed from time to time, and his little face looked like he was thinking.
Xiao Hongyu on the side was also reading the words on the rice paper and sizing up Zhao Rong, who was smiling and saying nothing.
I just think that this can help me write well, and sometimes it is no less than having a good skin, which makes people feel good at first sight.
And I heard that Mr. Zhu seems to be very fond of him...
When Xiao Hongyu was wandering around in his mind.
Seeing that everyone had received these rice papers that he had copied all night, Zhao Rong said softly:
"Each person will take one copy and copy it, so that they can think about how to write it well...leave it to me in the next class."
"Yes, sir."
The students of Suixing Hall responded one after another.
Afterwards, the crowd became lively again.
At this moment, Yu Huaijin came to Zhao Rong and said with a straight face:
"Brother Zhao, don't forget to make up for your classes tomorrow. The exam is about to take place in the middle of the month. Don't be careless. You and Brother Fan are waiting for me at Dongli Xiaozhu in the morning. I may have something to do first..."
The voices of the students in Suixing Hall were lowered when talking, and many people listened and secretly laughed.
He also gave us homework...
Zhao Rong suddenly interrupted Yu Huaijin:
"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing. What a coincidence, I have to give you some extra lessons too."
Yu Huaijin: “…………”
Students of Suixing Hall: "???"
Makeup lessons?
Wait, the students of Suixing Hall reacted, doesn’t it mean that the next class is tomorrow!