Chapter 252 Cold water gets stuck in your teeth, then drink hot.
Classroom is a wonderful place.
As a student studying among them, you are only a small part of this large group, but sometimes your every move will quietly fall into the eyes of most of your classmates.
No matter what you think when you do this, the students who are watching have their own weight in their hearts.
Measure your position in this group, your possible position in the heart of the teacher, and your possible position in the heart of the most beautiful woman in the group.
measure you.
Then there is either schadenfreude, sympathy but superiority, or envy mixed with jealousy.
For example, at this moment, the calligraphy class is taking place on Lanzhoudu Open Space.
Yu Huaijin just said that all the papers were not collected, but he did not say clearly who was missing. However, all the Suixing Hall students present knew who it was, and they knew it tacitly.
At this time, Zhu Weirui, who was the center of attention of all the students in the classroom almost all the time, carefully handed over the pile of papers. Only one person was missing. He gently rolled it up and held it in his hand with a pair of jade hands.
It was carried on the slender waist of the belt behind her, and her chin was slightly raised.
Zhu Weirui, like the old-fashioned disciples following behind her, has an orchid-like face and a straight face. Not long ago, when she had a soft smile and elegantly taught the students about strokes step by step, the students in the audience looked at her like a flower.
The Feifei Orchid in spring, and Zhu Weirui who is squinting slightly at Zhao Rong at this moment, in the eyes of the students, in an instant, they are just like a cold orchid in winter, with a cold fragrance that freezes the heart and lungs.
With her eyes fixed on Zhao Rong, she slowly walked off the stage and walked to the corner on the left.
Yu Huaijin held an ancient ruler with two fingers wide for Zhu Weirui and followed her step by step. Yu Huaijin looked at Zhao Rong in front of him with calm eyes and a straight face.
In other words, she was born with such a serious expression on her face. Anyway, Zhao Rong had never seen many other expressions on Yu Huaijin's face except when he saw Yu Huaijin eating cucumber for the first time. This is because of Yu Huaijin's face.
Did Huaijin's "keep away from strangers" unlocked, or was he just a facial paralysis? Anyway, Zhao Rong had always been curious about this, and thought about telling her a joke one day...
The pair of teachers and students, two women, one older and one younger, all stared at Zhao Rong with unkind expressions and walked toward him.
All the students in Suixing Hall followed the two of them with their eyes, turning their heads from time to time to look at Zhao Rong, who had just noticed and raised his head when the disaster was approaching.
Is this irritating the two highest-ranking women in our class?
Among the students, there were those who shook their heads and chuckled, such as Wu Peiliang.
There are those who frown and say nothing, like Fan Yushu.
There are also those with unforgiving features, such as Li Xueyou.
Of course, most of them are still indifferent and like people who watch good shows and excitement, just like Xiao Hongyu.
No matter what the students on the field thought, the open space was completely quiet. The only sounds were the footsteps of Zhu Weirui and Yu Huaijin, and the sound of books being closed. They came from a certain student named Zhao. In the crowd,
In the different eyes, he finally noticed something with a slow response and slowly raised his head.
Zhao Rong's expression remained as usual. He did not look at the students around him, but stared directly at the menacing pair of master and disciple in front of him.
His eyes were unblinking, and his expression still showed no change at all. He seemed to be... frightened, his eyes were blank, and many students on the field laughed secretly.
Wu Peiliang's eyes stopped on Zhao Rong's face, and then he shook his head slightly with the corner of his mouth curled up. His expression was lazy and he felt a little boring. He turned his eyes and looked at the paper in Zhu Weirui's hand, his expression became even more impatient.
What time are you wasting? Mr. Zhu and Senior Yu are also the same. That bastard won’t write if he doesn’t want to write. Why bother to bother with him? It’s a waste of time. Please correct the papers quickly. I’m a little thirsty and don’t know what to do.
What is the taste of well water that can only be obtained by reading the seed of a mouth? But, hey, I have to waste time answering it to my classmates again...
Wu Peiliang's eyes were unknowingly fixed on the small bamboo tube again. At this moment, the bamboo tube was standing quietly at the head of the empty red table in front of him. Suddenly, there was movement from Zhao Rong's place.
Come on, Wu Peiliang immediately turned around and saw that Zhu Weirui had brought Yu Huaijin and the ruler to the annoying bastard...
Zhu Weirui crossed her arms and walked towards Zhao Rong with her head held high.
She actually doesn't like this walking posture, because with her hands behind her back, her waist straight, and her chest puffed out, it will suddenly increase the burden of a piece of clothing worn by Zhu Weirui, and the forces interact with each other.
, the heavy burden bound by that piece of clothing will protest and resist strongly, and the result is that she suffers, is strangled, and probably has red marks...
However, Zhu Weirui still maintained the same walking posture, and her beautiful face and complexion did not change.
She has long been used to some things and just tolerates them.
As for the current walking posture, Zhu Weirui felt that coupled with her husband's status, it could give the students a sense of oppression and majesty in the lecture hall. This was something Zhu Weirui learned from an old man, but she would not admit it.
Zhu Weirui's eyes narrowed slightly and she looked at Zhao Rong who was looking up. With a straight face, she walked to his desk and looked at Zhao Rong.
It was quiet for a while.
Zhao Rong looked at her with his eyes raised slightly.
All the students in Suixing Hall looked at these two people.
dong dong
Zhu Weirui raised her chin slightly, freed up one of her hands on her waist, and gently tapped the desk top of the man in front of her with the rolled-up papers. She said in a clear voice, "Zhao Ziyu, where is your calligraphy?"
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Zhao Rong heard this, lowered his eyes, reopened the heavy book in his hand, and immediately stretched out his hand to explore. On the right side of the desk, there were lying quietly a few red maple leaves. They were brought by the previous river wind, and he picked up a red maple leaf.
The right maple leaf was sandwiched in the book on that page and closed.
Under the gaze of countless people, Zhao Rong raised his head, shrugged and said frankly: "Mr. Zhu, my classmates Zhuyu is in front of me, and I am watching below. I just feel that writing is boring and I don't dare to show my shame, so I abstain from voting."
There was some laughter around.
Fan Yushu on the side frowned and sighed, feeling that he had put too much pressure on Zhao Rong, which made his friend lose the courage to write. Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong apologetically,
Zhao Rong noticed Fan Yushu's expression. He pursed his lips and shook his head at Fan Yushu, telling him not to blame himself.
Zhu Weirui couldn't stand it any longer, so she quickly turned sideways and took the ruler from Yu Huaijin's hand. She stared at Zhao Rong with her beautiful face tensed, and gently pressed the end of the bamboo ruler three centimeters beside his hand, with a crisp voice.
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"Don't abstain. Others write other people's words, and you write yours...even a few words will do."
Zhao Rong didn't look at the demonstrative ruler next to him. He looked up at her bright eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly. He knew you were trying to trick me.
He shook his head and sighed: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Zhu. Yesterday, Mr. Yu gave me a make-up lesson to learn the piano. I worked hard all day and didn't rest much at night. Now my fingers may not even be able to hold a pen."
I am not stable, please forgive me sir."
Zhu Weirui's willow-leaf eyes opened slightly.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and raised his head to look at her.
The two looked at each other, big eyes staring at small eyes, and they were speechless for a moment.
Zhu Weirui knew it, but he just didn't want to write it, and it was useless to talk about it. Zhao Rong also knew that she was "cheating", so he didn't write it to Zhu Weirui.
Somehow, the two of them had a tacit understanding.
Just, slowly.
Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui stared at each other for longer and longer. The students never waited for the expected rebuttal and scolding from Zhu Weirui. The quiet atmosphere on the court seemed to have been added to something, which was a little strange at first.
Wu Peiliang, who had been waiting impatiently, gradually frowned.
Xiao Hongyu, who was watching with interest, turned his head and looked at Li Xueyou, who was blinking.
Fan Yushu, who was closest to Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui, kept turning his head, looking at Zhao Rong from the left and Zhu Weirui from the right.
Behind Zhu Weirui, Yu Huaijin, who was holding hands, felt particularly profound. After all, the two of them were teachers who had been together day and night, all the way south to Wangque Prefecture, a Confucian academy at the end of the world.
She looked at the teacher's beautiful profile with pursed lips and the face of someone reflected in her eyes.
Yu Huaijin turned his eyes and looked at Zhao Rong's expression seriously.
At this time, Zhao Rong was still looking at Zhu Weirui, his eyes not giving way. At the same time, he noticed the colorful sights around him with his peripheral vision, and frowned slightly.
Suddenly, when the atmosphere in the classroom became increasingly weird, Zhu Weirui turned around and attracted everyone's attention.
She turned around and looked at Yu Huaijin, "Xuanji, is what Ziyu said true?"
Yu Huaijin saluted, "Teacher, I'm not bad at all. It's just that I'm just learning piano and painting, so I won't be unable to write a few words."
Zhu Weirui nodded slowly, glanced sideways at Zhao Rong, and then suddenly turned around, facing the many students in the open space, and ordered: "I want to mark the papers. Let's practice calligraphy by ourselves first. Try to be as quiet as possible. We will choose the word leader later, and then continue.
Attend class."
The students on the field were startled, and they all saluted and said, "Okay, sir."
After speaking, they started busy with their own things. However, Zhu Weirui lingered among the seats on the open space. The students, especially the men, had too much to think about, and besides, the calligraphy class meant nothing more to them.
There isn't much to do like writing and drawing, and now I can't sit still while waiting for my paper to be marked by my teacher.
The attention of the Suixing Hall students is still here. After all, the good show just now was not satisfying at all. I wonder if there will be a follow-up...
Zhu Weirui didn't care about them anymore, as long as they were quiet and not noisy, noisy noises were the most taboo when it came to calligraphy, and she never had to worry about classroom discipline or take care of it personally, because she had Yu Huaijin who was worry-free and effortless, and took care of everything.
Zhu Weirui turned around and glanced at Zhao Rong.
He reached out and casually took out a small purple pen with fine hair and good quality from Fan Yushu's pen holder next to him, and looked at it to play with.
Yu Huaijin suddenly said: "Teacher, why don't you give me the ruler?"
Let me take care of it.
Zhao Rong grabbed the pen fiercely, raised his head and glared at this old-fashioned woman, Yu Huaijin, I advise you to be a human being, or I will... call someone else! You can take care of yourself.
Yu Huaijin ignored his rich expression and looked up at the teacher in front of her.
Zhu Weirui looked at the serious expression on his disciple's face and shook his head, "No need. Xuanji, go help me bring that small bamboo tube here and there, and get another futon like the one you kneel on."
Yu Huaijin was slightly startled, but still nodded and turned around.
Soon, she returned with a bamboo tube in one hand and a futon in the other.
And this bamboo tube filled with water from Zhengguan Well also touched the hearts of all the students around it.
Zhu Weirui took them one by one and glanced at Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong frowned, his expression suspicious.
Zhu Weirui smiled and put the futon opposite Zhao Rong under the watchful eyes of the audience. He immediately lifted his robe, bent his long legs, knelt down and sat down, face to face with Zhao Rong, only separated by a window.
A few small cases.
Everyone looked sideways.
Zhu Weirui tilted her head and said to Yu Huaijin: "Xuanji, if you have something to do, you can go and do it."
Yu Huaijin nodded, but did not leave. He still stood behind her, but looked at Zhao Rong with a puzzled expression, just like the other students.
Zhao Rong was also speechless at this time.
Zhu Weirui sat upright. She placed the stack of papers on Zhao Rong's desk, held the emerald green bamboo tube with two fingers, and shook it gently. Then she turned her eyes and looked at Zhao Rong, curling her lips and saying, "Tzuyu doesn't want to taste it."
Do you want to taste the water from this well?"
Zhao Rong's eyes returned to calmness, and he continued to lower his head and play with the exquisite purple hair pen that was very popular among literati at the foot of the mountain. "I don't want to, cold water will stuff my teeth."
Fan Yushu's mouth twitched.
Wu Peiliang scoffed.
"Pfft..." Li Xueyou quickly shrank her head and covered her mouth.
Zhu Weirui was also slightly stunned, and continued to laugh. She placed the small bamboo tube next to the paper, looked at Zhao Rong with a half-smile, nodded and said: "Tzuyu's taste is different from ordinary people..."
If he pointed out something, Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.
Zhu Weirui smiled and said, "Then let's drink something hot."
But at this moment, before everyone could react, Zhu Weirui used her hands, and another emerald green bamboo tube appeared in her hand. However, this bamboo tube was several times larger than the small bamboo tube next to the paper. She shook it.
Shaking this new bamboo tube, he said to himself, "It seems there are quite a few more."
The students in Suixing Hall stared at each other, this is also Zhengguanjingjingshui!?
Zhu Weirui waved her sleeves, and a set of rosewood tea sets suddenly appeared on Zhao Rong's table, which was ancient, luxurious and restrained.
While everyone was stunned, she took out the water and purified her hands. Then, she placed the water in an orderly manner, poured out some well water from the bamboo tube, and started making tea with an elegant posture.
The scent soon filled the entire open space.
At this moment, Zhu Weirui held the teapot ear, raised her hand, and poured the tea boiled from Zhengguan Well water into the cup. She lowered her head and sniffed gently, then pursed her lips and smiled.
Immediately, Zhu Weirui placed the tea cup on the table, touched it lightly with two fingers, and handed it to Zhao Rong.
"Tzuyu gives it a try, it shouldn't make your teeth clogged."
Zhao Rong: “…………”
Yu Huaijin and the students of Shuxing Hall: "???"