The eyes of the two Confucian scholars collided in the air.
One person's expression was calm and his eyes were silent.
One person has a cold face and cold eyes.
Dozens of people stood or sat in silence.
In the school of straightforwardness, you can hear the drop of a needle.
In fact, Zhao Rong had already expected that something would probably go wrong in today's calligraphy class.
It's not that he has any foresight, but that he has long been aware of some of the surging undercurrents in Suixing Hall.
In fact, the occurrence of anything has its inherent laws, and clues will be revealed in advance, as long as you observe carefully.
This is another teacher's classroom gossip that Zhao Rong didn't listen to in class but remembered it.
The conflicts between him and most of the students in Suixing Hall had actually accumulated for a long time, and the cause was a small prejudice at the beginning.
Then this simple but complex spiritual mustard seed slowly took root, sprouted, and grew in the hearts of most Suixing Hall students.
Although the calligraphy class was still calm on the surface, only a certain student named "Wu" was very energetic and jumped up and down from time to time, challenging the authority of his "Mr. Zhao"...
But Zhao Rong knew that behind the spirited young man Wu Peiliang, there was a class of students.
A type of student who is dissatisfied with him.
Moreover, the contradiction...is getting bigger and bigger.
Zhao Rong could see this from the overall attitude reflected in the homework submitted by the students in the two schools.
The latent conflicts seem to be just waiting for a certain day to converge and evolve into a conflict of unknown extent.
But I don’t know in what form it will be displayed.
Interesting, Zhao Rong nodded lightly.
In his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of many students from Sui Xing Hall around him, and their expressions seemed to be a bit gloating about their misfortune.
And Wu Peiliang, who had never let Zhao Rong down, did not let him down even more, showing some signs of being ready to make a move.
Zhao Rong twitched the corners of his mouth.
Immediately, he no longer paid attention to these, but looked at the Sima Duyi who suddenly broke into the audience.
In Linlu Academy, he has an extraordinary status, and can even be regarded as a reading seed for the mountain chief reserve.
Facing his eyes, Sima Du raised his eyelids.
However, Zhao Rong actually did not expect that the problem in this make-up lesson would be caused by the sudden appearance of Sima Duyi, or because of Li Xueyou.
However, I remembered that when Sima Duyi asked just now, the surrounding students looked at him in unison and with great understanding.
Zhao Rong didn't have many surprises either.
Within reason.
What had been expected for a long time actually happened.
I just didn’t guess the process…
now.
Zhao Rong and Sima Duyi were more than ten meters apart.
The two faced each other in silence.
The air is becoming more solid.
Zhao Rong actually wanted to explain that he did not do anything rude or rude to Miss Li.
Because Zhao Rong is not a person who takes the blame honestly and suffers the consequences of being dumb.
However, the young Confucian scholar changed his mind.
It feels like what Sima Duyi said just now seems to be correct.
It was indeed him who made Miss Li's face tired, her wrists sore and red, and her fingers trembling.
It was him who did it, keeping Miss Li busy all night long, with her little hands working non-stop.
Zhao Rong looked at Sima Duyi with open eyes.
Just say "Okay, you're right" written all over his face.
Sima Duyi looked at Zhao Rong coldly for a while, then suddenly spoke, but his words surprised him.
"Your name is Zhao Ziyu?"
know me?
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, but after thinking about it for a moment, he really didn't expect that the two of them would have any intersection.
Then it's not "Jiuyang". Well, we need to add the prefix "Miss Li's calligraphy class assistant and classmate" in front of it.
Zhao Rong glanced at Li Xueyou, who had an anxious face next to Sima Duyi.
He nodded and said softly: "Senior Brother Sima, good morning."
Sima Duyi nodded slowly without responding.
It is worth noting that the two of them just exchanged words, but neither of them saluted.
What a drama, Wu Peiliang chuckled to himself.
However, just when many people were expecting a good show to take place and someone was retreating in despair, Li Xueyou suddenly stood up and walked between Zhao Rong and Sima Duyi.
Her thin and delicate body blocked the sight of the two of them looking at each other and refusing to give in.
Li Xueyou put her sore little hand behind her back and said crisply to Sima Duyi:
"Brother Duyi, Brother Zhao is the new teaching assistant for the calligraphy class arranged by Mr. Zhu for us. You misunderstood. He didn't bully me. He just assigned some homework yesterday. Xueyou was stupid and struggled to write..."
She turned her head and looked at Zhao Rong, then spoke again, speaking softly.
"Although we have a rest today, we didn't do very well in the calligraphy class, so Brother Zhao took the time to give us extra lessons. So Brother Duyi, it's not what you think."
Sima's unique pair of cold eyes reflected the slender woman in front of him, and his cold face became softer unconsciously.
"real?"
"Yeah." Li Xueyou raised her head, looked into his eyes, and responded.
Sima Du nodded.
Around him, Wu Peiliang and other students watching looked a little disappointed.
Li Xueyou breathed a sigh of relief.
Sima Duyi did not go to see Zhao Rong again, but acted as if nothing had happened.
He looked down at Li Xueyou, curled up the corners of his mouth, and was about to speak again, but someone suddenly made a sound.
"Senior Brother Sima Duyi, I have just announced the official start of classes. Now is the school period. It doesn't matter if you just broke in unexpectedly. I don't care. But now, if there is nothing serious, please leave Suixing Hall first.
, If you have any gossip with Miss Li, you can talk about it after class."
The man's words were clear and clear, and his voice was clear and echoed in the lobby.
After he finished speaking, the atmosphere in Suixing Hall suddenly became quiet.
Sima Duyi swallowed what he was about to say, and the curved corners of his mouth slowly flattened, disappeared without a trace, and raised his head.
Before Wu Peiliang and other Suixing Hall students could put away their disappointed expressions, they were all stunned and looked toward the podium in disbelief.
Li Xue's eyes widened, as if she had heard wrongly, she suddenly turned around and looked at that person.
Zhao Rong was seen standing quietly on the side of the podium near the door with his sleeves folded and his posture upright.
He was looking at the people in the audience with a calm expression, welcoming the looks he was receiving.
There is no wave in his eyes.
For everyone else, Zhao Rong's eyes swept across his thick eyebrows, and his eyes stayed on the reading seed named Lin Lu.
Sima Duyi closed his cold eyes and stared at Zhao Rong motionless.
The atmosphere returned to the tense situation just now.
Li Xueyou secretly kicked her feet and opened her mouth to speak, but someone had already spoken first.
It wasn't the two people who were the center of attention, but... Wu Peiliang.
energetic.
"Senior Brother Sima, I made you laugh."
Wu Peiliang stood up and sighed.
"Senior brother, please don't be angry. You are the top reading seed in our academy. There is no need to get angry over some trivial things, little people and things that are not worthy of being on the stage. This will actually lower your grade."
Sima Duyi still looked at Zhao Rong coldly and said nothing.
Wu Peiliang smiled sincerely at him and said:
"Besides, senior brother, this is actually a family matter of our Suixingtang, and a certain person really considers himself a teacher.
Well, it's okay to be like this in front of us. After all, the first commandment of our Mochi Academy is to respect teachers, even for small assistant teachers.
However, the new Mr. Zhao in our school seems to have forgotten a little bit, thinking that his status as a mere assistant teacher can also be used for a reading seed like you, senior brother, and he wants to show off his authority."
Wu Peiliang glanced at Zhao Rong, who was looking at him with a half-smile, and secretly gritted his teeth, but his smile remained the same.
He shook his head and sighed.
"Hey... the 'family scandal' has been publicized, and Wu and other classmates feel very guilty. Senior Brother Sima, please stop being angry and get along with him. Well, Senior Yu doesn't care, so let me take care of it!"
Wu Peiliang, who originally had a somewhat feminine appearance, now holds his head high, hands behind his back, and looks upright.
Yu Huaijin, who had been holding his hands and lowering his eyes, suddenly said: "Brother Wu, be careful what you say."
Wu Peiliang shook his head.
"Senior Yu, you just follow the rules too much. You can't be so serious and rigid. You listen to everyone...Does he really think he is your teacher? This time, you directly clashed with your senior brother and caused trouble for us."
Sima Duyi heard this and was silent for a while.
He looked away and glanced at Wu Peiliang, who was smiling brightly, but remained silent.
However, Wu Peiliang smiled secretly, knowing that it was a tacit approval.
He took a step forward, passed Sima Duyi and Li Xueyou, and stood not far from the podium, holding his hands behind his back and staring at Zhao Rong.
On the podium.
Zhao Rong just watched the performance of 'Pei Niang' with great interest.
At this moment, facing Wu Peiliang who came forward again.
His slight nod.
It seems that in the struggles, Brother Wu has grown up again. Just now, he didn't come forward directly like before, but instead acted in a weird and arrogant way, pointing fingers and scolding Huai.
Then he received the promise from Sima Duyi and took over the right to speak.
Finally, just like now, standing in the audience, taking advantage of the power of Sima Duyi, a transcendent scholar, to face off against Zhao Rong, the calligraphy assistant who could previously suppress him.
To disgrace him.
If you know how to take advantage of the situation, you will have two brushes.
There was some admiration in Zhao Rong's eyes.
Wu Peiliang, who was in the audience, became a little angry when he saw someone's calm and calm appearance.
Hey hey hey, what the hell is that expression of admiring me?
Can you be more f*cking serious in this kind of situation where you want to keep one party from the stage?
Wu Peiliang snorted coldly.
"Is Mr. Zhao so ignorant that he doesn't know the identity of Senior Brother Sima?"
Zhao Rong thought for a while, "Reading seeds? Are there any more? Could it be that this senior brother is the designated next mountain chief?"
Wu Peiliang opened his mouth, but still didn't flatter him.
"Elder Shan's family is doing very well. Why should he decide on his successor so early? Don't talk nonsense."
He squinted at Zhao Rong and said, "Then Mr. Zhao is out of his mind and mistaken about your own identity."
When Zhao Rong heard this, he looked thoughtful and thought for a while.
"No, I'm currently the assistant teacher of Sui Xing Tang's calligraphy class..."
He muttered, looking around the lobby, his eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one, and finally returned to Wu Peiliang's serious face.
"No, it's clear."
Zhao Rong shook his head, a little bored.
"So Brother Wu, what do you want to say? Don't be too pretentious. If it's still an irrelevant question, then don't say it. Go back to your little bench and sit down. I have to go to class.
Also, that Senior Brother Sima Duyi, don’t stand there. Go out quickly. You can stand outside wherever you like, but in this class at Mochi Academy, it doesn’t matter whether you are a reading seed or any other seed, even a magnetic seed.
…
Hey, I mean, even if the Academy Master is here, it won’t work, let alone you seeds? In the classroom, Mr. is the biggest.”
Zhao Rong speaks clearly and slowly.
Under the stage, everyone looked at each other in shock.
Li Xueyou stared blankly at the man on the stage, Mr. Zhao, who had a calm expression and spoke slowly.
In her impression these days, this man never seemed to be in a hurry.
Even when faced with any kind of provocation and nonsense in class, as he is now, he still looks elegant and calm.
A bit like Teacher Qi and her father.
Li Xueyou remembered that she had curiously asked about them before.
Why do you remain so calm and calm even when you encounter troubles and dangers? Is it just pretending?
Teacher Qi said, no matter if you are pretending or not, even if you are killed by the dragon on the chessboard, you still have to raise your head, smile, and praise your opponent for a job well done. Don't cry. There is no reason.
Her father smiled and said, "Don't you think it's interesting to encounter all these troubles? The more trouble, the better. I'm afraid it's not enough trouble and fun."
However, Li Xueyou knew that when faced with someone in the family who liked to wear purple, his father would eat these words back...
Before, Li Xueyou actually had the same idea as those classmates. She thought that this new classmate took them out to play after taking the place of Mr. Zhu's teaching, which was perfunctory.
But ever since I received the corrected calligraphy lessons, I gradually stopped feeling that way.
Although the long-winded comments written by Zhao Rong were sometimes harsh and violent, Li Xueyou took them seriously.
At first, she wrote the words seriously, but he picked them out one by one, criticized them selectively, and even left no room for criticism, beating the words until they were completely bruised. Despite her temperament, she was very angry.
I thought I would never hand him a blanket next time.
However, when she suppressed her grievance and honestly followed his advice, she felt like she had seen a different world.
It turned out that the words could still be written like that.
Also, Mr. Zhao is so meticulous...even taking care of these details.
And sometimes, Li Xueyou saw someone's clear and elegant handwriting on the corrected homework, followed by thousands of words of comments written in a flurry of words.
They all blushed a little, wondering if they were being treated specially by him.
These correction suggestions were much more words than the homework she handed in, and they were all written in small regular script, one stroke at a time, instead of cursive writing that was difficult to read with just one stroke.
As a result, the little girl ran to take a look at the homework of her friend Xiao Hongyu, and found that everyone was the same.
There were even more comments on Xiao Hongyu's homework, but her friends didn't seem to read it carefully. They just glanced at the homework scores and the good and bad comments and threw them aside with a sigh...
Li Xue's face turned even redder and she spat lightly.
So later, she believed that this somewhat meticulous Mr. Zhao was really teaching them seriously.
So Li Xueyou also studied seriously, whether it was homework in class or after class.
Gradually, in his homework, his red marks gradually became less and less. He even praised her a few words during his last homework.
Therefore, Li Xueyou spent more energy writing the thousand words "forever" last night.
Then this morning, my right wrist was sore and red. I was misunderstood by the only brother, and almost got into a conflict, causing trouble for Mr. Zhao.
But now this situation...
Inside the Sui Xing School.
On the podium, Zhao Rong's plain words of "Mr. is the greatest" fell.
Li Xue suddenly came to her senses and quickly looked towards Sima Duyi...
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PS: "Daytime"...Thank you, Timekeeper (it's still available at twelve o'clock in the evening)