Zhu Yourong didn't look at that person. After glancing at the audience, he said casually: "There is no mission tonight. You continue, just pretend that I don't exist."
After saying that, he sat on the podium and rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.
But Senior Yu didn't say anything, and the classroom was still very quiet.
Everyone looked eagerly at Mr. Zhu on the stage.
The two sides stared at each other for a while.
Zhu Yourong was a little helpless, "What are you looking at me for?"
All the students stared at the straight back of a girl in the first row.
Zhu Yourong turned his head and whispered to Yu Huaijin: "Xuanji, go to Jingchen Hall and inform the book boy on duty there to send over this calligraphy test paper. I will correct it here instead of crowded with other gentlemen."
Already."
Yu Huaijin stood up, turned to look at everyone, and said, "Keep your voice down, study by yourself." Then he turned around and left Suixing Hall.
The students of Suixing Hall suddenly cheered in low voices, and the atmosphere became lively again. Many people then discussed the strange phenomenon of passing the poetry examination in the afternoon.
Zhu Yourong was bored while waiting, pacing the stage with her hands behind her back. After listening for a while, she suddenly asked the people below: "I am so happy, but there is a happy event? How did you do in the calligraphy test? Is the question too easy?
"
The sound below suddenly dropped.
A student named Li Guangxiu took courage and said with a wry smile: "It's not easy anymore. Mr. Zhu's question this time is too difficult..."
Zhu Yourong was relieved, it was intentional.
The words of an old fisherman with a chuckle echoed in my heart: "Then at least you have to get first place in the academy once..."
On the podium, the female gentleman said softly "Oh" and asked again: "Then what are you talking about?"
In the audience, Xiao Hongyu smiled and explained:
"Mr. Zhu doesn't know. In the poetry and poetry exam this afternoon, two students from our school have passed the exam! Although they are not as good as the Han students from the monastery next door, they only have eight poems in total among the six Mochi schools.
Enjoy poetry."
The corner of Zhu Yourong's mouth curved, and he became interested, "Oh, this is pretty good and worthy of praise, so which two students...well, Huai Jin should be counted as one, who is the other one?"
Xiao Hongyu and his classmates looked at each other, and the former said regretfully: "I don't know why, but Huaijin didn't seem to perform well this time. He didn't write as well as he did in the mid-month exam last time, and he didn't even get the best grades..."
Zhu Yourong, who was familiar with a certain disciple, smiled and said: "Don't worry about her, she has her own opinions. Please tell me which two heroes in our school wrote top-notch poems on the spot."
Xiao Hongyu smiled and pointed at a powdered student not far away who looked reserved and calm, "One is Brother Pei Liang."
Wu Peiliang cupped his hands towards Zhu Yourong, then looked back in the direction of Zhao Rong and snorted arrogantly.
Everyone chuckled tacitly, understanding that the two sides had been forced to suppress the grudge dispute. However, this time, except for Li Xueyou, Jia Tengying and other Liao Liao students, most of the students did not look back at Zhao Rong.
All eyes fell on Wu Peiliang, who was in the limelight.
Zhu Yourong just nodded and immediately asked: "Where is the other person?" She refrained from deliberately looking at the person in the last row.
The female gentleman remembered that a certain person in front of her was very well-educated and well-spoken. He could answer whatever she usually talked about, and he often spoke in a surprising and colorful way.
But it doesn’t matter if I don’t write a poem about falling flowers. Some poems about climbing a building should be able to get high scores in poetry and poetry... She is somewhat looking forward to it.
It's a pity that Xiao Hongyu then pointed his hand at a silent student on the right side of the second row in the school:
"There is another one, Brother Jiuyue, who is also a member of Climbing Towers."
Xiao Hongyu, who was a woman, vaguely saw the expectation in the tone of Mr. Zhu on the stage just now, and took the initiative to ask: "Um, Mr. Zhu, would you like to take a look at the poems they wrote? Haha, before you came just now, we
They are all copying it, and it is indeed well written."
Zhu Yourong's interest suddenly dropped greatly, and he even couldn't help but complain a little.
She still didn't look at Zhao Rong, her face remained unchanged, and her tone remained unchanged: "No, I just wanted to get a general understanding. It seems that you did well in the exam... Well, you can continue chatting."
Xiao Hongyu and other students felt that the attitude of the female teacher on the stage seemed a bit strange, but at this time, Yu Huaijin, who was out on business, returned, and the school became quiet again.
Yu Huaijin came back with five green-clothed book boys. Each of them held a large stack of examination papers, two copies for each person, ten copies in total, corresponding to ten examination rooms. At Zhu Yourong's signal, they were all placed on the
On the podium table.
Yu Huaijin glanced at her husband and reminded: "Teacher, when I just came back, Mr. Meng asked me to bring you a message. She said that if it was not necessary, it would be better to correct the papers on the spot in Jingchen Hall. The other gentlemen were also there.
, and we can also communicate with each other.”
Zhu Yourong said politely: "Are we talking about what to eat for dinner?"
All the students: “…”
Yu Huaijin shook his head, "No."
Zhu Yourong asked again: "So, are Mr. Qi who plays chess here, Mr. Si who is playing music and art, and Mr. Zeng who plays Jingyi in the hall next door, are they all correcting papers in Jingchen Hall?"
Yu Huaijin thought for a while and shook his head, "I didn't see them. Mr. Qi is at Youlan Mansion. He must have something to do. Mr. Si has not been in good health these days, and it is not convenient, so he didn't come. As for Mr. Zeng...
…”
Zhu Yourong nodded and interrupted, "Then I have something to do and it's not convenient for me to correct my papers outside. We at Meng University are saying it's not necessary all the time. If you want to show your authority, just say it straight away, but we have to beat around the bush and say it's not necessary.
"
All the students thought so deeply and couldn't help but laugh.
When it comes to criticizing Mr. Meng, it has to be Mr. Zhu.
Yu Huaijin returned to his seat, and the five book boys bowed and left.
The eyes of all the students were attracted by the more than three hundred calligraphy examination papers on the podium.
Glancing at the eager students in the audience, Zhu Yourong turned back with a calm expression, "Don't even think about me letting you offend."
Everyone looked embarrassed.
However, Zhu Yourong then waved his sleeves and put away the examination papers. He was no longer interested in studying this evening.
Everyone was wondering, weren't they in a good mood just now? They even ordered Senior Yu to get the papers, why didn't they change it now?
Zhu Yourong suddenly said to the back row of the school: "Have you finished correcting the homework assignments before the exam? Please help Assistant Zhao to hand them out."
Zhao Rong, who had been trying hard to appear transparent, scratched the tip of his nose and stood up.
"Ahem, I forgot."
The tone was very embarrassing.
He said that he had been busy with exams these past few days, and he always felt that he had forgotten something. It turned out that he had forgotten to correct the pile of school homework that Zhu Yourong had given him when they were saying goodbye at the Huangling Waterfall in Dali at the foot of the mountain.
Zhu Yourong said with a straight face: "Change it now."
Zhao Rong nodded quickly, "Okay."
Then he quickly took out the homework from the two schools and corrected it carefully.
Not long after, Zhao Rong sent the corrected homework.
Not long after, the bell of Linlu Mountain rang, signaling the end of the evening self-study get out of class.
Zhu Yourong stood up from the podium.
"Assistant Teacher Zhao, come out."
Before she left the school, she left a few words.
Zhao Rong followed out a little awkwardly. Behind him, some students in the school, led by Wu Peiliang, were rejoicing, thinking that someone was not doing their job and had angered Mr. Zhu who was already in a bad mood...
…
"what's wrong with you?"
"I really forgot, I have been busy with exams these days."
On the corridor, a certain female gentleman heard this and became even more angry.
She didn't look back and said: "Then why did you fail in the examination of poetry and poetry?!"
Zhao Rong was stunned.
…
"You mean I haven't written any good poetry? Well, why do you care about this?"
Zhu Yourong pretended not to care and said: "Absolutely. I'm giving you an example. You just said you were busy with the exam, so I didn't see how well you performed."
Zhao Rong looked at her back, but continued to ask: "Why does Mr. Zhu care about my college entrance examination results?"
Zhu Yourong turned around and said with a straight face: "Who cares? Are you being sentimental?"
Zhao Rong shook his head and said nothing.
Zhu Yourong turned around and didn't look at him.
The two of them walked together on the lakeside promenade, and the atmosphere became quiet.
After a while, Zhao Rong only heard the voice of the female gentleman in front of him:
"Well, I know that you have just started a family and have a lot of energy on your wife and concubines at home. But for Confucian scholars like us, career is also very important. My sister Lingfei and my little sister are devoted to you, but this is no reason for you to relax.
...My words, go back and think about it carefully, and don’t let those who love you feel disappointed."
Zhao Rong was stunned, why did she suddenly feed him chicken soup?
"Mr. Zhu..."
"Okay, let's forget about the big test this time. You look like you're not even thinking about walking now. Next, study hard and try to do better in the next big test..."
A certain busty female gentleman sighed.
At this time, the two of them also walked down the corridor and arrived at the entrance of Mochi Academy. Without saying goodbye politely, Zhu Yourong turned around and left.
Zhao Rong was left standing there, looking at her somewhat lonely back.