Why don't you carry her away? There's no hope... Xi Ruonan began to think about whether to drag this girl away.
"You don't have a shaved forehead, you're so handsome, but why does this figure look familiar..." She frowned slightly: "Also, why is he sleeping so early in the morning? Class has just ended, he shouldn't be in class.
Are you sleeping too?"
"What do you know? This is what you call a true academic master~" The sweet-looking female student covered her heart with both hands and stared at Zhao Ziyu who was sleeping soundly in the last row of seats. She said seriously with a small face: "I listen.
Seniors from previous classes said that some talented students are like this. On the surface, they are lethargic and listless all day long. They don’t read any books, but they can still fall asleep and maintain their academic ranking.
First, those who are first in the academy and study hard every day are actually studying to death."
Seeing that his friend was about to start talking nonsense again, Xi Ruonan quickly interrupted, "Okay, don't be crazy here, it's outside... So what now? How about we go call him out now? You are in Suixingtang
Do you have any acquaintances?"
"He's sleeping. It wouldn't be good if he woke him up." Bai Shuisu hesitated.
"Then let's go back and don't disturb others..."
"No!" Bai Shuisu said anxiously, but then she saw her friend looking at her with a half-smiling expression. It was obvious that she had just said that on purpose. The girl blushed and whispered, "I'm here...just...
Please tell me, why are you looking at me like this?"
Xi Ruonan sneered, "Idiot." Bai Shuisu blushed, raised the manuscript he had been holding in his arms to his friend, and then said in high spirits: "This poem is simply too beautiful. Not only is it
He describes the exquisitely beautiful sentences about the goddess he met by chance, and also vividly portrays the vague yet unattainable love between humans and gods. It’s really... I really don’t know how he wrote it!”
The sweet girl turned around and asked: "Ruonan, didn't you secretly copy a copy before and want to ask for advice?"
"Okay, okay, why don't I go call someone? You wait here..."
…
Zhao Rong was actually right. His seat was indeed in the last row, and the two strange female students also asked about Zhao Ziyu's seat, so there was nothing wrong with his answer. As for Brother Yushu at the same table, would he
If it was him who was wrongly admitted, this is not something he should worry about.
In fact, this phenomenon of coming here to inquire and make friends is not limited to just this case. It has not stopped since the morning class today. During the break, students from other schools have come to visit and hang out at the door of the school.
, either to pay homage to the 'Holy Face', or to ask for advice on poems and prose, or even worse, to directly mention by name that they want to be friends with 'Zhao Ziyu of Suixingtang'.
Whether it was a male friend or a female friend, Zhao Rong felt that he had enough friends, so after seeing the situation clearly, he decisively rushed out to use the toilet to avoid the limelight during the last two classes...
When Zhao Rong stepped back to school for the last class of the morning, before he could breathe a sigh of relief that the morning was finally over, he caught a glimpse of Fan Yushu next to him, who looked like a sad and abandoned woman.
Zhao Zhaorong said casually: "Young, are you awake?"
"Tzuyu..." Fan Yushu leaned close to his head, but was pushed away by Zhao Rong.
"Wipe your saliva."
Fan Yushu wiped his mouth, and then complained: "Ziyu, you are not kind. I am here to find you, why are you pointing fingers at me?"
"What do you mean?" Zhao Rong asked innocently.
Fan Yushu sighed, "I just asked, and they said it was you who was referring to me. I was sleeping well and was suddenly called out. I was really confused. Moreover, we are two acquaintances. We were at some festival parties organized by our elders in the past.
We know each other... I was so embarrassed just now, and I let them see me sleeping in the school. When I go back and talk about it at the party during the holidays... it's over, it's over, my father has to peel off my skin."
Zhao Rong patted his friend's shoulder and comforted him: "Think on the bright side. At least I can have a meal before I die, and I don't have to starve to death."
Fan Yushu: "...?"
The morning class ended with Zhao Rong comforting his friends. He thought that the storm in the morning was just the peak of the wave of winning the championship in the school, and that the wave would subside in a few days. However, Zhao Rong did not expect that this was just the beginning.
In the next two days, there was not only an endless stream of female students who came over after class to admire his handsome appearance and ask for advice, but also the art teachers in class were particularly curious about him, especially those who taught music.
As soon as Mr. Si entered the door, he asked, "Who got six points in the musical arts test this time?" After saying this, Mr. Si laughed himself, which also made the whole room burst into laughter. Only one person lowered his head and coughed.
However, compared to being out of the original small and transparent situation and receiving special care from the gentlemen, what troubled Zhao Rong the most was that several of his full-scoring exam papers were posted as templates by gentlemen from various subjects, and then, as expected, in the school
Among the students in the six classes, the main ones passed around were "Li Shen Fu" on poetry and art, test questions on classics and art, and his calligraphy test writing "A Quiet Window"
calligraphy.
In fact, Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed about this situation. When he was taking the exam, he didn't expect that his paper would be posted by the gentlemen...
But fortunately, the "Three Beautiful Pictures of the Qi Family" in the painting art examination was not among them, and had not been published by Mr. Duan. Otherwise, Zhao Rong felt that the society was really dead, and if it was really released, he would be alone.
The label of "not a serious person" will most likely not escape... But I wonder if it really happened, would there be fewer of these "visitors" in a steady stream, which could be considered a blessing in disguise?
In addition to these, winning the first prize in the college entrance examination really made Zhao Rong famous. It even spread to the academy and made waves in the academy. In the past few days, after school, Zhao Rong received some messages from students and classmates who were on holiday.
In addition to the warm invitations to the party, he also received a few invitations to the academy's literary gatherings. Zhao Rong was a little curious and estimated that it should be the influence of his writing a perfect essay in the student stage that attracted the attention of those people.
When the fellow scholars learned this, they were curious and sent an invitation to him.
However, Zhao Rongxiu was busy during the holidays and had no time to join in the fun, so he politely declined and did not want to participate in this kind of academy society for the time being.
After two days of such excitement, the excitement over the college entrance examination results finally dissipated. During this period, Zhao Rong couldn't help but find an opportunity to curiously ask Yu Huaijin: "Brother Huaijin took first place before, is it so lively after the results are released?"
Yu Huaijin glanced at him, and then silently made a move that Zhao Rong was very familiar with these days... took out a manuscript from his sleeve, and said with a stern face: "Brother Ziyu, can you explain it to me?"
Why is this attempt to teach the scriptures so unreasonable..."
Zhao Rong: "..."
The school's monthly holiday is finally coming. The afternoon before the holiday, there are two calligraphy classes. Zhao Rong was originally the substitute teacher, but for some unknown reason, Mr. Zhu, who has long been fond of paddling, suddenly sent a bookboy to inform Zhao Rong that this
She would come to attend the two classes. Zhao Rong was a little curious, but he had no objection. Moreover, it seemed that he had not seen Zhu Yourong for several days... Before the bell rang for class, Zhao Rong sat down in his seat and interacted with everyone.
The students are waiting for the arrival of a certain busty female gentleman...