Chapter 308 Seven-footed man... Is it wrong to like soft rice?
Zhao Rong knew this would be the case.
At this time, he was standing in front of the lobby door. His feet that were ready to take a step back to avoid the spotlight a second ago slowly fell back to their original positions.
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly and glanced at the students of Sui Xing Hall who were all looking at them.
What a group of good students who respect their teachers.
Never let him down.
Zhao Rong nodded lightly, facing the different looks of everyone in the school at this time, and took a step forward as if nothing had happened, and walked into Suixing Hall.
At the same time, he looked directly at this strange woman who suddenly appeared but did not look at him at the moment.
This is a middle-aged woman about forty years old.
She has a good appearance and some hairline lines on both sides of her nose. It can be seen that she must have been quite beautiful when she was young.
It's a pity that his expression is too serious and serious, making him feel unapproachable.
His stern look was even more rigid than Yu Huaijin's.
This serious woman is dressed very neatly and rigorously, adhering to the Confucian system.
Even some of the small etiquette items on her body were vaguely seen by Zhao Rong in a miscellaneous book about etiquette and clothing.
So, at this moment, the serious woman stood there, just like Zhao Rong had seen her for the first time not long ago.
It is like a sacred statue with strict rules and elegant appearance in a Confucian temple.
People can't help but feel awe when they see it.
Zhao Rong looked at it carefully.
Who is this? Large fish Huaijin?
Or is it Yu Huaijin’s mother?
At this time, in front of Yu Huaijin's table.
One large and one small, two women with similar temperaments, neither of them looked at Zhao Rong.
The former looked down at Yu Huaijin, waiting for her answer.
Yu Huaijin, who was seriously copying the word "正" stroke by stroke, paused slightly and did not answer.
She stood up directly, bowed her hands and bowed respectfully, "I have met Mr. Meng."
Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched as he looked at this strange woman who also returned the courtesy solemnly.
She is the academic master of Mochi Academy and the etiquette teacher of Suxing Hall. She is the one who has been out a few days ago and has not returned?
Meng Zhengjun stretched out his hand to support him, "Mystery arises. Who punished you and why? Also, isn't it a calligraphy class in your school now?"
Yu Huaijin lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"Where is Zhu Yourong? He forgot to write again?"
Meng Zhengjun looked around, ignoring everyone including Zhao Rong, searching for a certain Confucian woman inside and outside the school.
After searching to no avail, she snorted coldly, and the nasolabial folds on her face deepened.
Then, this serious woman who was in charge of the moral conduct of the six halls and could also control the affairs of the academy waved her sleeves and shouted crisply:
"Hmph, if you don't want to teach, then don't teach. I'll talk to the mountain chief and cancel this joke-like calligraphy class. Don't waste the resources of the academy and accompany her to fool around!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire school fell silent.
No one dared to answer the call, they all pretended to be dumb.
There are exceptions, however.
Yu Huaijin took a step back, bowed, raised his head, and said in a very serious tone: "Mr. Meng, teacher..."
Someone suddenly interrupted:
"She is indeed writing. Well, Mr. Zhu should still be writing in Yilanxuan. But she is not absent from class, because this class is taught by me."
Zhao Rong took a step forward and spoke calmly.
Meng Zhengjun looked at him seriously, "You? Who are you?"
Zhao Rong thought for a moment and bowed seriously.
"My wife, Zhao Ziyu, is a new student of Suh Xing Hall. She is favored by Mr. Zhu and has been appointed as an assistant teacher of Sui Xing Hall and Zhengyi Hall. During this time, she takes classes for her, so Mr. Zhu has not missed class. I hope Mr. Meng does not misunderstand.
"
When Meng Zhengjun heard this, he didn't say anything and was quiet for a while.
It’s just that the nasolabial folds on my face are getting deeper.
The expression is like a sculpture on a cliff that has remained unchanged despite thousands of years of wind and rain.
She looked directly at Zhao Rong and whispered:
"Zhao Ziyu, calligraphy assistant, Zhu Yourong has entrusted the two schools to you."
Zhao Rong was neither humble nor arrogant, and nodded, "Exactly."
Meng Zhengjun looked at him carefully and suddenly said: "Xuanji is copying words. Is it you who punishes me?"
Zhao Rong nodded again, "Yes."
He glanced at the old-fashioned girl next to him who lowered his gaze and said nothing, "If you do something wrong, you should be punished."
Meng Zhengjun's eyes closed slightly and he nodded slightly, "That's right, if you do something wrong, you should be punished."
Upon hearing her approval of the reconsideration, Zhao Rong raised his eyelids.
Sure enough, before he could think more, Meng Zhengjun had already turned his head.
This serious woman standing upright with her hands in her hands asked another old-fashioned girl next to her who was also standing upright with her little hands in her sleeves:
"Xuanji, your assistant teacher said that if you do something wrong, you should be punished. Do you have anything to say?"
When Yu Huaijin heard this, he still looked calm.
At a certain moment, she turned to look at Zhao Rong.
He didn't speak immediately.
The entire Suixing Hall will also become quiet.
The students watching the excitement in the hall exchanged glances with each other.
Mr. Meng is trying to make the decision for Student Yu.
Is this going to change?
But it makes sense.
In Suixing Hall, no one knew that Meng Xuezheng was very fond of Yu Huaijin.
She doesn’t know whether it’s because Yu Huaijin’s style of doing things suits her, or because Yu Huaijin’s outstanding performance as the number one student in the Sixth Classroom attracts her attention.
Or maybe both?
This Mr. Meng who teaches them etiquette classes is not only a scholar of Mochi Academy, but I heard that she can even manage academicians.
He is one of the top decision-makers in the academy and one of those in charge.
It is said that even among the scholars and senior brothers, their expressions changed when they heard about it.
Mr. Meng, however, valued Yu Huaijin and treated him almost like a half-disciple.
It is said that for the sake of Yu Huaijin, she personally visited Yilanxuan and visited Zhu Yourong several times, which basically meant that she would give this close disciple to her as the successor.
But it seems that every time it ends in vain, and as a result, gradually, some special things happen.
The conflict between Mr. Meng and Mr. Zhu seems to be quite serious.
However, these are only topics that Mochi students dare to talk about in private, and they usually dare not comment on them.
Just keep it in your heart and look in your eyes.
For example, Mr. Meng not only expressed his dissatisfaction with Mr. Zhu just now, but he also criticized the new calligrapher from time to time in the past.
Although Mr. Zhu was kind, gentle, and quiet in front of the students.
But occasionally I would give gentle advice in front of the students.
Tell them to be sensible and obedient, not to cause trouble, and to let Mr. Meng Da worry less, otherwise they will age faster and become Mr. Meng.
Wherever the students dared to spread these words of Gonghuo, they pretended not to have heard them.
At this time, it was quiet in the school.
Between the seats, Wu Peiliang watched Zhao Rong, Yu Huaijin and Yu Huaijin silently for a while.
Suddenly, as if he thought of something, his eyes brightened.
Wu Peiliang's eyes flickered back and forth between Meng Zhengjun and Zhao Rong, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his brows lit up with joy.
Later, when he looked at Zhao Rong, he couldn't help but feel pity in his eyes as he gloated about his misfortune.
It seems like you are born with a crime, you can't even hide from it, hehe, it depends on what you do...
Zhao Rong faced the scrutiny of the two prim and proper women with calm eyes.
He didn't know what Meng Zhengjun meant.
Moreover, Zhao Rong was not blind to what was going on outside the window. He had generally heard about the conflict between Zhu Yourong and Meng Zhengjun.
However, it would be too petty to punish Zhao Rong just because he was the assistant coach appointed by Zhu Yourong.
Zhao Rong didn't believe that this was the magnanimity of an academy gentleman.
At the same time, I don’t believe it. Could it be that he really has a hatred-attracting physique and is ridiculed?
Keep a low profile, don't have anything to eat and nothing to do, just mess with her.
So for now, just pass the level of ‘Yu Huaijin’s complaint and counterattack’.
Zhao Rong nodded secretly.
He looked at Yu Huaijin, who looked calm in front of him, but actually seemed to be resentful of being bullied, and he cheered up.
By the way, should he also sue her and accuse her of making up classes in violation of regulations?
Ahem, make up for the illegal classes first!
Well, there should be this in Mochi Academy's academic rules... right?
But before Zhao Rong could think about it, the next second, Yu Huaijin's reaction surprised him.
"Mr. Meng, I have nothing to say about mysteries. I will accept the punishment with an open mind."
Yu Huaijin lowered his eyes, turned around, and saluted Meng Zhengjun.
"Seriously?" Meng Zhengjun asked seriously.
"Seriously." Yu Huaijin nodded and glanced down at the paper he was copying on the desk. There was the word '正' written all over it.
She frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about how to write the words well.
Meng Zhengjun nodded slowly, and then gave Zhao Rong a meaningful look.
Zhao Rong ignored it and looked at Yu Huaijin in surprise.
I feel like this guy is not as boring as I thought, at least he can't make small reports.
If Pei Niang could have a school to make decisions for him, he would probably have to add fuel to the fire and complain about the old millet and rotten sesame seeds.
Zhao Rong smiled, then put it behind him, and was going to politely ask the student to go out on the grounds of "class".
"Meng Xuezheng, are you okay? We have class now..."
Meng Zhengjun said calmly: "Wait."
Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and said, "Xue Zheng, please tell me if you have anything to say."
Meng Zhengjun took out a thick roster from his sleeve, flipped through it with his eyes downcast, and said calmly:
"Are you talking about a new student? Why are you late for admission? Also, I have been paying attention to Suixing Hall and I don't remember that there is a student like you."
Zhao Rong didn't think twice and said casually: "Oh, I am a student with special abilities. I was lucky enough to be recommended by Mr. Yan and joined midway."
It's not a secret and he has nothing to hide.
But in the next second, Meng Zhengjun's slight pause in his movements made Zhao Rong feel helpless.
By the way, don’t you also have a grudge against Mr. Yan?
After Meng Zhengjun paused for a while, he continued to flip through the nameless book on the cover, as if he was looking for something.
She hummed at the same time:
"Oh, it's another student with special talents. When I went out, all the rules in the school were messed up. Instead of going to Zhengyi Hall and Guangye Hall, students with special talents went to Suixing Hall."
"It wasn't enough to have Fan Yushu, so I added another one, Mr. Yan, and he treated you well..."
Fan Yushu: “…………”
In the last row, ever since the arrival of the ‘Big Fish Huaijin’, he had shrunk his head and felt offended.
But most of the students in Suixing Hall raised their chins slightly in agreement.
Although the academy encourages teaching without distinction, sometimes it is necessary to teach students according to their aptitude, right?
Therefore, the Suixing Hall that they can enter only accepts the outstanding batch.
As a result, now, there seems to be some strange elements mixed in among them, and the team is no longer pure...
Zhao Rong heard this and felt that Meng Xuezheng had really benefited him a lot.
Well, within just one stick of incense, Zhao Rong's mind seemed to have been completely lit up with the chain of contempt for the school, the chain of contempt for art, and the chain of student contempt in Mochi Academy.
However, Confucianism is inherently hierarchical.
In a sense, the etiquette that educates and regulates Confucian scholars also serves them and stabilizes order.
Zhao Rong was not too surprised.
At this time, facing Meng Zhengjun's unkind words, he nodded in agreement.
"Well, Mr. Yan is indeed very good to us."
Zhao Rong paused, glanced at the thick roster Meng Zhengjun was flipping through, and thought for a moment, "Mr. Meng, do you have some misunderstandings about Mr. Yan?"
The wrinkles on Meng Zhengjun's face did not move at all, and his face remained expressionless, "No, just a nod."
Zhao Rong nodded and was about to say more, but Meng Zhengjun's movements suddenly stopped.
He was attracted to its strangeness.
Meng Zhengjun stretched out a finger and slowly slid it somewhere on the page. At a certain moment, she suddenly shouted: "Zhao Rong!"
Zhao Rong frowned.
The woman's cold voice echoed in the school.
Everyone's eyes were curious, and Yu Huaijin, who was concentrating on copying words, couldn't help but raise his head.
Meng Zhengjun stared at the roster in his hand that clearly remembered the birthplace and origin of each Mochi student, and continued to speak coldly.
"...Ziyu, named Ziyu, was born in Qianjing of the Great Chu Dynasty. He was the...son-in-law of the Jingnan Duke's Palace in Qianjing. He was married to the second daughter of the Duke's Palace, Zhao...Lingfei, who is now the genius of Taiqing's Xiaoyao Palace...
"
Meng Zhengjun frowned as he read, even deeper than the wrinkles on his face.
Especially after pronouncing the word 'husband-in-law' heavily, her voice became softer and softer, but the hall also became quieter and quieter.
You can hear the needle drop.
The air was a bit dead, no one spoke, and the students in the hall were as motionless as statues, staring at the man and woman in front of them.
Meng Zhengjun pursed his lips tightly and stared at two extremely dazzling words on the page.
Zhao Rong also frowned and said nothing.
At a certain moment, there was a shout that deafened everyone present and almost toppled the roof of Suixing Hall.
"Sister-in-law! You, a dignified seven-foot-tall man, a student of Mochi, a disciple of a saint, are actually married to me!"
Meng Zhengjun raised his head, looked straight at Zhao Rong, and said word by word, "Oh, Zhao Lingfei, Xiaoyao Mansion, Tianjiao. Zhao Ziyu, is this soft rice delicious?"
Zhao Rong's brows suddenly relaxed and he looked at her without saying a word.
In fact, I don’t know whether to tell the truth or a lie.
Meng Zhengjun's face was calm and he stared at Zhao Rong.
The air was quiet for a while.
Zhao Rong said softly: "Mr. Meng, it seems that this is not stipulated in the regulations of academies and schools."
Meng Zhengjun frowned and did not answer his question, but his tone was calmer.
"Zhao Lingfei, I have an impression of this girl. She has not reached Tianzhi now, and she should start to attack the golden elixir. Is she still in Xiaoyao Mansion? I will take you there and cancel the marriage! You don't need to do this this time
If you are weak and obey orders, don’t be afraid, the academy will make the decision for you!”
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.
He turned around and looked around and found that everyone was looking at him intently.
Meng Zhengjun also stared at him without blinking.
Zhao Rong thought about it carefully and said in a very sincere tone:
"Well, I won't retreat."
Just before the powder keg was about to explode and Meng Zhengjun lost his temper, he explained confidently:
"A seven-foot man...is it wrong to like to eat soft food?"