Returning to the school building, Zhao Rong promptly put an end to Fan Yushu's temptation and drove him back to the courtyard.
Zhao Rong returned to Dongli Xiaozhu and found that Jia Tengying had not returned yet. He probably brought dry food out in the morning and did not come back for lunch at noon. He was hiding somewhere to review and prepare for the exam.
But that’s normal, this guy is a master of roll writing.
So Zhao Rong decisively went to the field and stole two cucumbers from him. The newly grown ones went to the kitchen to cook and add another vegetable for lunch...
Because his hungry stomach was protesting, Zhao Rong didn't want to bother too much, so he grabbed a knife to cut the dough and made a large pot of noodles. The noodles were thick in the middle and thin on the sides, shaped like willow leaves, and had great texture. He poured a large spoonful of sauce on top.
Juice, "Zila" sound, the aroma is overflowing in the kitchen...
Afraid of being too greasy, I washed two cucumbers, prepared the sauce, and made a bowl of cucumbers, which was refreshing and soothing.
After cooking the noodles, Zhao Rong couldn't wait any longer and picked up the pot directly.
But before he started to speak, he still took a porcelain bowl from the cabinet, filled an extra bowl of noodles, and placed it on the stove.
Then Zhao Rong eagerly picked up the pot, squatted directly on the steps outside the house, and ate.
After devouring this food, his mouth was filled with oil. It was really satisfying. Zhao Rong raised his head and took a long breath of hot air.
"It's great, I haven't been so hungry for a long time..."
He muttered, picked up a chopstick of cucumber dices and threw it into his mouth. At this moment, there was a knock on the courtyard door.
Zhao Rong didn't even raise his head and continued to eat the noodles with relish. He muttered vaguely: "The door is unlocked."
Yu Huaijin held a piano in her arms, pushed open the door, and came to the yard.
"Two things."
She gets right to the point.
"Speak." He lowered his head and murmured.
Yu Huaijin stood in front of the Confucian scholar who was squatting on the steps and said with a straight face: "This afternoon is the music and art test. I will make up for it at noon."
Zhao Rong's mouth was so hot that he breathed in. The more this happened, the more he wanted to eat.
Unable to open his mouth, he nodded.
Yu Huaijin looked calm, looked down at the top of his head with thick black hair, and continued to speak:
"Come to the school for self-study in the evening. All students from Suixingtang will come. There will be four exams tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I plan to select a few students with advantageous subjects to talk about their preparation experience in the subjects they are good at during the evening self-study."
There was a pause.
"You are the best in the art of calligraphy. You go up and give lectures in the evening," she said.
Zhao Rong didn't even raise his head and agreed directly, "Okay."
See, two things have been said.
He put down the half-eaten pot, got up and went back to the kitchen, returning with a steaming bowl of noodles and a pair of clean bamboo chopsticks.
With a 'ding' sound, it was placed directly in front of Yu Huaijin on the expensive piano stand she had just taken out.
Zhao Rong squatted on the steps without any image, and continued to swallow his noodles.
Yu Huaijin looked at the noodle bowl and chopsticks, and then at the scholar who was starving and reincarnated, frowning and said: "Why don't you ask me first if you want it?"
"it's the same."
"There is a difference." She shook her head.
"You're welcome."
"Be polite." Yu Huaijin said stubbornly.
"Then will you eat or not?"
"Do you still have a choice now?" she asked, looking at the hot noodles in front of her.
"Yes, I thought there wasn't enough in the pot." Zhao Rong raised his head and smiled, then picked up the cucumber dices with his chopsticks and threw them into his mouth, chewing them with a crunchy crunch.
"You're really not welcome." Yu Huaijin looked at him eating with relish and pursed his lips.
Zhao Rong didn't reply, just immersed himself in eating the noodles. The noodles were cooked with hot oil in a big pot, and you had to gulp them down to enjoy it. From time to time, he would pick up a piece of cucumber with his chopsticks, which was crisp and refreshing.
After waiting for a while, I noticed that the old-fashioned girl in front of me still didn't touch the dishes and chopsticks.
Zhao Rong gave a warm reminder without raising his head: "Pat the cucumber, it's different from the new sauce last time. If you don't put down your chopsticks, I will finish it."
Yu Huaijin glanced sideways at Pat Cucumber, hesitated again and again, and reminded, "Don't stop making up lessons."
Her white little hands finally shook out her wide sleeves and picked up the noodle bowl.
However, she looked at the long and thick shaved noodles, pursed her lips, and hesitated to take a bite.
Zhao Rong pretended not to see it, but raised his head and ate in big mouthfuls in front of her.
With the demonstration, Yu Huaijin tried to take a mouthful of noodles, and then, he started to get out of control... He was led into a strange painting style by someone.
Wearing green blouses, the student led the two of them to squat and sit down, and the food looked delicious.
Sensing the drifting look in her eyes, Zhao Rong pushed the remaining half of the bowl of cucumbers in front of Yu Huaijin and gave it all to her.
Yu Huaijin glanced at him, said nothing, stretched out his chopsticks and pinched them, and then pinched them again...
After a while, the two of them worked together to finish all the noodles and cucumbers and got down to business.
It was still the familiar make-up lesson process before, except that in this last make-up lesson before the exam, Yu Huaijin did not ask Zhao Rong to play those basic pieces, but played a lot of new ones for him with her "Jiu Xiao Yun Pei Zhao"
The music was said to be some of the music she guessed Mr. Si would take the test on.
The best scholar in China is Zhao Rongshu.
In addition, I don’t know if it was due to the tacit understanding that they just had when they were cooking together, but Zhao Rong was surprisingly cooperative today, and Yu Huaijin couldn’t help but look at him more.
Soon, the make-up class at noon was over, and Yu Huaijin returned home with a full load, both from the tasks of the trip and from his stomach.
Before leaving, she also carefully warned:
"In the afternoon musical arts test, after you get the questions, don't rush to play them. If you are not sure, think about it carefully. There will be enough time for you to think about it and try your best to play the music well. Mr. Si's questions are not
It will be too difficult. You must have taught us in the past. As long as you play as hard as you can, even if the final score is still not ideal, I will not blame you..."
"Okay." Zhao Rong listened patiently and nodded with a smile.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Yu Huaijin felt that since returning from the mountain, the temperament of the guy in front of him seemed to have changed. In the past, he would show some impatient warnings, but now he listened quietly and cooperatively.
If only Fan Yushu could become more sensible like this, she would have less to worry about in school.
Yu Huaijin thought to himself.
But she was always in a good mood before leaving.
According to past impressions, although Zhao Rong is quite difficult to deal with, in the end, it is quite reassuring for the things he promised. After all, he is more reliable than Fan Yushu.
After sending Yu Huaijin away, Zhao Rong closed the courtyard door and stood quietly in front of it for a while.
He touched his belly.
His stomach was full, but he was still hungry.
Another level of hunger.
"Now there is another major consumption item. In addition to well water, we must find a source of dragon energy."
Zhao Rong murmured.
"I'm still hungry... By the way, does the academy still owe me some compensation?"
He nodded suddenly.
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At a quarter past four in the afternoon, the music and art exam started on time.
All students are seated in the ten examination rooms of Mochi Academy.
Zhao Rongduan sat in the examination room numbered second to last, glanced at the unfamiliar invigilator, and then looked at the half-foot-square emerald green jade slip in front of him.
This is a special jade slip provided by the academy that can be used to record the sound of flowers in the mirror. It also serves as a small-scale soundproof array to prevent the sound of the piano playing inside from being transmitted out.
The music art test question is to play a piece of music and record it. The teacher who corrects the paper will score based on the completion of the piece and fingering.
In the examination room, all the students stood ready.
The invigilator handed out music and art test papers.
Zhao Rong received the paper, looked at the questions, and couldn't help laughing.
He is worthy of being the number one teacher in class six and an assistant teacher in music and art classes, and he knows his enemies like a god.
When Mr. Si came up with the exam questions, he was indeed selected. It was Yu Huaijin who made up the lesson. It was one of the twenty-one pieces of music that he had reviewed, which was "Changqing" from "Nine Lanes".
Zhao Rong ran "Inscription on the Humble Room", the dragon and carp dived near the cordon, and the evil dragons swarmed up like crazy...
Zhao Rong's slightly narrowed eyes opened.
In my memory, every detail of Yu Huaijin's fingering when she played each piece at noon is still fresh in my memory. Even the slight movement of her little finger is still fresh in my memory.
Zhao Rong looked calm, opened the emerald green jade slip, and played the piano.
After a simple song, he closed the jade slip and stood up to hand in the paper.
On the podium, the invigilator's buttocks were still warm, so he stood up in a daze and took the paper and jade slip.
He looked at the paper in his hand that had just been handed out, and then at the handsome student in front of him who was saluting politely. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
The whole examination room was silent.
At this moment, only three minutes have passed since the musical arts exam started.
Zhao Rong ignored the shocked looks of Li Xueyou and other candidates behind him and walked out of the Renzihao examination room first.
For a true academic master, you only need to pass any exam once. Repeating and checking again is just a slight increase and a waste of time.
Obviously, someone doesn't want to waste time.
After Zhao Rong left the Renzihao examination room, he walked along the only lakeside promenade and walked outside the eight examination rooms of Xin, Geng, Ji, E, D, B, B and A.
The empty corridor, the slender silhouette leaving with a book box in hand, and the monotonous and empty footsteps.
Unsurprisingly, it caught the eyes of most students in the eight examination rooms.
Yu Huaijin, Fan Yushu, Wu Peiliang, Jia Tengying, Ye Hongyu, and Gu Yiwu couldn't help but turn their heads and saw that familiar figure walking slowly past.
Is this... the exam is over? Or do you need to go to the toilet urgently? But shouldn't you go inside when going to the toilet? Why did he lead the book box to the door?
Everyone gasped slightly, beginning to wonder if the time in the examination room was wrong. It really was less than five minutes before the exam started?
In the front row of the Gengzi examination room, a certain old-fashioned girl's eyelids twitched twice as she ate a large bowl of thick noodles and crispy cucumber for lunch.
But Zhao Rong couldn't see them. He passed by everyone as if there was no one around, and then left the school without looking back.
Zhao Rong wanted to hand in the paper 'early' because he was going to find Lao Jijiu to discuss a small compensation for the 'pillar of the academy'.
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