"Good morning, Mr. Meng." The male gentleman known as Brother Su bowed his hand.
"Good morning, Mr. Meng." This was the owner of the rough voice.
Meng Zhengjun returned the greeting, "Good morning, Mr. Su Xiao, Mr. Duan Xiao."
The two gentlemen who came in were both young in appearance, probably under thirty years old, but their styles and temperaments were completely different.
The one walking in front is called Su Changfeng. He is dressed in a clean white Confucian shirt, with a fair face and a baby face, giving him a hint of the immaturity of a young man.
He is the poetry and poetry teacher at Mochi Academy, and he also teaches the poetry and poetry class at Suixingtang.
The person who followed him, claiming to be the "Sex Lover", was actually a tall and muscular man, even bigger than Gu Yiwu, more than nine feet tall. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he had a big bald head.
, I don’t know if it was done out of necessity or on purpose.
If it's the latter, it's more convenient and saves you the trouble of tying your crown every day.
His name is Duan Jiuling, and Zhao Rong and other Suixingtang students are all very familiar with him. He is a painting teacher in six schools. He is very recognizable because of his shiny bald head.
On weekdays, when students are walking in the academy, they can spot Mr. Duan from afar. He is a sight in the academy and is talked about a lot.
The two of them are not official academy gentlemen at the moment, but 'junior gentlemen' of Mochi Academy. They have just arrived at Linlu Academy not long ago, so they can be called 'quasi-teachers'.
There are still a few young gentlemen like them in the school.
He is a reserve for Mr. Academy.
This is the practice of most Confucian academies. Every few years, they will recruit young Confucian students from seventy-two academies across the world.
They are either the best among the scholars of their generation, or they are simply the intellectual seeds born in a certain academy, the proud sons of heaven.
The selection criteria are strict, and both knowledge and cultivation must be far superior to those of the same generation.
Even so, you have to start as a "little teacher" first, or endure for decades, or achieve outstanding achievements and reputation before you can be promoted to a formal teacher in a Confucian academy.
This is also the orthodox process followed by most of the current academy gentlemen.
Meng Zhengjun took this path.
The Meng family is a well-known Confucian family in Wangquezhou. It is a scholarly family. Meng Zhengjun was born in Miaohong. He was once a student of Linlu Academy. After graduation, he stayed at Linlu Academy in the mainland and started as a junior gentleman.
Along the way, he became Mr. Xuezheng, who was in charge of etiquette in the academy.
However, there are exceptions, such as some unorthodox academies who are able to make great achievements and are well-known among Confucian schools in several continents. Chunru, even if he is over the age of seventy and has no spiritual cultivation, will still be respected as a teacher by the Confucian academies.
But after all, they are only a minority.
But there is one exception in Linlu Academy right now, and that is Zhu Yourong.
She was also hired into the academy not long ago around the same time as Su Changfeng and Duan Jiuling.
However, Zhu Yourong skipped the stage of "little gentleman" and became a real academy gentleman.
There is no other reason.
She is the first-class Confucian scholar recorded in the Confucian Temple.
She was assigned to any of the seventy-two academies in the world. In whichever academy she was placed in, she would start directly as an academy student. Even if her snow-eyed Nascent Soul did not lack those eyes, she would directly be promoted to a Confucian academy in Xiaozhou, where Confucianism is slightly weaker.
It's not a bad idea to become a 'Six Gentlemen'.
So the girl in blue who was abducted into snacks was right, sir, he was still too lazy.
At the door of Jingchen Hall, Meng Zhengjun glanced at the two young gentlemen who had just arrived and asked proactively: "How is the revision of the exam papers?"
Su Changfeng nodded and said: "There are only a few exam rooms left."
Duan Jiuling smiled and agreed, "Come on, come on."
Meng Zhengjun nodded
The two young gentlemen returned to their workstations in the lobby.
They are located next to each other. Although they come from all over the world, they are all colleagues who entered the academy in the same batch. After getting along with each other these days, they are quite familiar with each other.
Su Changfeng walked to the seat and used a small dust removal technique to clean the seat carefully. Then he sat down with peace of mind and began to take out books and utensils and put them on the table.
But what attracted the attention of the gentlemen around him was that Mr. Su quietly took out a wooden ruler from his sleeve and carefully measured some places on the table.
Then the test papers, paper, ink, pen and inkstone were placed in a specific place according to a certain spacing pattern that could not be understood by others.
Judging from the way he carefully checked and calculated, it should be accurate.
Everyone:…………
The bald man next to him, Duan Jiuling, was not so particular. He leaned back on his chair and threw the candidates' drawings on the table. He picked one out and started to review it. He didn't even bring everything with him. He turned around and said:
"Hey Brother Su, let me borrow a red pen to mark the red. I was so absorbed in painting last night that I forgot to bring it with me when I went out this morning."
"Why didn't you forget yourself too?"
Su Changfeng said mockingly without raising his head. After placing the things, he exhaled a very comfortable breath and started a new day's work perfectly.
When Duan Jiuling saw this, he laughed and cursed: "Brother Su really took off his pants and farted."
Su Changfeng frowned: "The table is a mess, don't you feel uncomfortable? What a bunch of vulgar people."
Duan Jiuling raised his hand and touched his bald head, "Don't you feel uncomfortable spending your precious time on this? What a bunch of mediocre people."
"snort."
On the other side, Meng Zhengjun saw that the time was almost up, so he called a few bookboys who were running errands and gave a few instructions. The bookboys responded and went to six schools to inform them.
Meng Zhengjun looked back at the Jingchen Hall. It seemed that everyone who was supposed to come had arrived. He nodded and went to close the door.
At this moment, a female figure appeared at the door.
In the Jingchen Hall, everyone turned to look at the door, whether it was Su Changfeng and Duan Jiuling who were talking to each other, or Mr. Chen and Mr. Zeng who were carefully correcting the test papers.
Because he is a ‘rare guest’.
"How did you come?"
Meng Zhengjun asked Zhu Yourong in confusion.
The latter stopped gracefully, put his hands behind his back, looked up at the plaque at the door, and asked curiously: "Is this the Jingchen Hall?"
Meng Zhengjun nodded.
"Oh, you're on the right track then, Mr. Meng, give way."
Zhu Yourong put his hands behind his back, smiled and passed by Meng Zhengjun, then walked into the lobby on his own.
"Hello Mr. Zeng, hello Mr. Chen, fellow Taoist Bu Duan, hello Mr. Su..."
All the gentlemen responded with smiles.
Zhu Yourong was not afraid of strangers either, he behaved elegantly and calmly, and cupped his hands, "I was busy in the past few days, so not many people came here. Don't blame Mr. Meng and everyone else."
"When I went out this morning, my book boy Jingzi came forward and stuffed me with some pastries from Jixiangzhai, and asked me not to come empty-handed, but to bring some for you gentlemen to try. Alas, look, I'm not a sensible girl..."
Mr. Chen smiled and comforted: "Mr. Zhu, you're welcome. It's normal for you to be busy. We're not here all the time. We just happen to be correcting papers today. Mr. Zhu is still very dedicated."
Some gentlemen who were sitting around nodded, "Yes, this girl Jingzi usually looks at the wind and fire in the academy. I didn't expect to be so knowledgeable, sensible, humble and sensible."
Su Changfeng suddenly answered and said with a smile: "Jingzi is a good child and very sensible, but Mr. Zhu who can teach her is certainly more sensible. Mr. Zhu is so humble."
Zhu Yourong smiled and responded with a few words to warm up the atmosphere, then distributed the cakes to all colleagues to try, and chatted a few words by the way, making the atmosphere more familiar.
Meng Zhengjun watched silently and said nothing.
On the other side, Su Changfeng frowned and said to Duan Jiuling: "Can you stop staring at Mr. Zhu all the time?"
Duan Jiuling asked curiously: "Mr. Zhu is a great beauty who is unanimously recognized both inside and outside the academy. I am a man. If I don't stare at beauties, how can I not look at you?"
Su Changfeng's eyes kept shifting, not looking too far away from Zhu Yourong who was politely handing out cakes. The latter gradually approached them. Su Changfeng's eyes were focused on the test paper, correcting seriously, but he couldn't help but whisper.
He scolded: "Stop talking nonsense. Okay, stop talking now."
Duan Jiuling looked at Brother Su, who seemed to be reviewing the papers seriously, and then at the polite and generous female gentleman not far away.
Under the round bald head, a very conspicuous thick eyebrow was raised.
He glanced at Brother Su meaningfully, then suddenly changed his face and nodded seriously: "How about I ask Mr. Zhu."
"Don't, you..."
Su Changfeng suddenly became anxious, but Duan Jiuling could not help but speak:
"Mr. Zhu, could I please keep my eyes on you?"
At this time, Zhu Yourong was bringing the last cakes to them. Hearing this, he smiled and said generously: "Of course, Fellow Daoist Duan, please feel free to do so."
She called Duan Jiuling Taoist Fellow, which is a common title in the mountains. However, in the eyes of some Taoist people, only those who recognize and respect the other person's Tao will call him a Taoist Fellow.
It was obvious that Zhu Yourong was no stranger to the bald man who taught Sha Xingtang painting skills and had some understanding of him.
Duan Jiuling grinned, turned to the reserved Su Changfeng and raised his eyebrows proudly, "That's strange, Mr. Zhu himself agreed, but Brother Su is obstructing it in every possible way."
Su Changfeng raised his head, his expression was as usual, and he frowned slightly: "Brother Duan, what are you talking about?"
He turned to Zhu Yourong and said: "Mr. Zhu, please ignore this guy. He was talking nonsense this morning, saying that he had recently read an unscrupulous book and started to study the beauty of beauty. When I walked on the road today, my eyes were wandering everywhere.
His eyes were indecent and he was unworthy of his status as a gentleman, so I told him to look less and don’t look at anything inappropriate."
Su Changfeng paused, looked into Zhu Yourong's eyes and said, "Oh, there is really nothing we can do about him. He has made people stupid by learning to draw. Please don't blame Mr. Zhu."
Zhu Yourong shook his head, "Mr. Su has said it before, but I don't think so. Fellow Taoist Duan can bluntly say that he likes sex, but he is a man of temperament. Besides, the mountains, water, and people are all beautiful things in the world, and they are all beautiful in the eyes of an excellent painter."
It’s beauty that treats everyone equally, so it’s understandable that you can’t help yourself.”
She turned to look at the bald painter, who was more than nine feet tall, and suddenly smiled, "Being a painter is a very delicate job, no less than calligraphy. A close friend of mine said this: There is a strong heart.
Tiger, smell the rose carefully. I think this word is the best way to describe fellow Taoist Duan!"
"With a tiger in your heart, smell the rose carefully..." Duan Jiuling muttered and his eyes lit up!
The next second, Su Changfeng and Duan Jiuling almost said in unison: "Who is Mr. Zhu's close friend?"
However, their expressions were different. The former had a calm expression, while the latter had a curious expression.
"A certain junior brother." Zhu Yourong smiled faintly and didn't say much.
Su Changfeng and Duan Jiuling looked at each other and saw that it was inappropriate to ask further questions, so they had to give up.
Not in the future... A certain female gentleman who made a 'brother' out of nothing added in his mind.
Later, when Meng Zhengjun stood up, it seemed that the three of them didn't talk much. After saying a few polite words, they returned to their seats to correct their papers.
Zhu Yourong smiled inwardly when he saw that after passing out a meal of pastries, his goal of getting to know his colleagues had been achieved, which also paved the way for him to later ask them to take care of someone in class.
In a good mood, she turned around and started grading the remaining papers.
On the other side, the bookboy who Meng Zhengjun ordered to deliver the message also arrived outside Suixing Hall. Inside the hall, a certain Assistant Teacher Zhao was giving a calligraphy class on his behalf...
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PS: Three thousand three hundred words...that’s a bit too much! In addition, a few days ago, Xiaorong said that guys who are undergoing castration surgery should not run away! Damn it, every one counts, they will all be cuffed away!