This time, Zhao Rong did not see the old-fashioned little girl with sideburns in his dream.
but.
He still dreamed about this landscape painting dream.
It seems that the special ink heart red fruit still has the magical effect, as long as you fall asleep.
This time it was a dream.
What caught Zhao Rong's eyes was still the Peach Blossom Land.
Among them were full of contented villagers.
In the center of the village, the square and rigorous Wumen School still stands.
It was just when Zhao Rong hurried to the school and stood on tiptoe to look in front of the only small window.
There was no sign of Yu Huaijin.
However, classes in this school are still taking place.
A tall and thin old man, twenty well-behaved and serious children.
Just as Zhao Rong was slightly confused.
Everything in Wumen Academy stopped again, and these people seemed to have turned into statues.
Zhao Rong turned his head warily and looked at the villagers, and found that the same was true.
It's the same as last night.
Then.
The ink dripped again.
One drop, two drops, three drops.
At first, the ink droplets began to drip on the statue-like people, like sweat.
Later, Zhao Rong felt like ink was dripping all over the world.
Like sudden rain.
Intensifying.
The dream melted, and the soles of his feet were empty...
Only this time, Zhao Rong was mentally prepared.
I soberly and calmly experienced the sense of escape from falling into endless darkness.
Dongli Xiaozhu, the bed in the north room collapsed.
Zhao Rong stood up calmly.
He rubbed his face and whispered softly:
"Why are you running... You ran away as soon as I came. Doesn't this prove that you also saw me? We both dreamed together..."
"Could it be that some of the things in this dream are secrets that you have that are inconvenient to reveal to others?"
Zhao Rong glanced at the night outside the window, thoughtfully.
"Peach Blossom Spring, well, it should be summed up like this... It's easy to understand. Who doesn't have a Peach Blossom Spring in their heart?"
He chuckled to himself.
"It's just, who is that tall and thin old master...and that school without a door..."
Zhao Rong took a breath and got up from the bed.
The night is not yet deep and the time is still early.
He put the matter aside and continued to study and practice...
The next few days.
Zhao Rong still tried to enter the dream of landscape painting.
However, if he was not the only one in the dream, he would be dreaming of familiar scenery.
If it weren't for the still Peach Blossom Land and Wumen School, it was Yu Huaijin's dream, but just as Zhao Rong was about to approach, she disappeared again as soon as she appeared in front of the school window.
Then the dream turned into a heavy rain, dripping silently.
After Zhao Rong tried it a few times, the novelty of the dream was gone, and Yu Huaijin kept playing boring hide-and-seek with him.
He stopped trying it for the time being, thinking of taking a few days off and exploring another method another day.
Then, Zhao Rong resumed his life as before at night.
Read, practice, and correct homework.
The exam is coming up in the middle of the month and he has been a little busy lately.
However, it is not the busyness of being a student of Suixing Hall.
Rather, it is Mr. Zhao who is a calligraphy class teacher in two schools.
Well, to use the words of my previous life, it’s...you guys really break my heart, sir.
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In the early morning, the Mochi Academy was shrouded in a hazy mist.
On the cold corridor, the number of pedestrians gradually increased.
Students from Class Six came to class one after another.
The school hall also became lively.
Recently, there was an interesting incident in Mochi Academy, which was widely circulated in private.
In fact, there were rumors circulating among students before, but now almost all students know about it.
Even students who are deaf to what is going on outside the window can generally pick up on the conversations that come from classmates chatting.
Through those frequently mentioned words, this interesting incident that everyone regarded as a joke was roughly outlined.
A new student named Zhao Ziyu is, well, a talented student who joined Shuxing Hall midway.
Perhaps because of her good handwriting and other reasons, she got close to Mr. Zhu and was appointed as a calligraphy assistant by her.
Specially come to teach calligraphy classes at Suxing Hall and Zhengyi Hall.
And it is different from the impression of Mochi students that they are just teaching assistants who occasionally attend classes for their husband.
This student named Zhao Ziyu is fully responsible for the calligraphy classes in the two schools.
This made everyone quite surprised.
Not long after, gossip about the newly appointed ‘Mr. Zhao’, who seemed like a joke, was circulated privately in the school.
He is never taught in a fixed classroom, but wanders around outside with two students, euphemistically called "viewing the scenery and understanding the word".
After being strongly opposed by the students in the class, I guess I felt guilty and returned to class.
It's just that when he teaches, he never brings books. He doesn't want the books written by Mr. Zhu, so he comes empty-handed.
I don't know what kind of homework is assigned to me than the other six arts teachers.
What's more, students are not spared even on holidays and stay to make up lessons.
Wait, wait, etc., to name a few.
After the students from other schools learned about it, they laughed and joked to themselves, and at the same time they couldn't help but feel pity for their colleagues in these two schools.
This is what kind of magical person I met.
I heard that in Suixing Hall and Zhengyi Hall, almost all the students in the two halls were tortured to a great extent. Well, actually not all of them were. It was said that Zhengyi Hall seemed to listen to the tormenting ‘Mr. Zhao’.
The Mochi students who were watching the excitement were actually quite understanding.
What can happen if the Hall of Justice disobeys?
As a dark horse among the last six classes, I ranked third in the last mid-month exam.
In this mid-month exam, they must be thinking of surpassing the previous two schools.
Such a cheap gentleman can only be used as a living horse doctor.
Besides, isn't there Suixingtang, the number one in the six halls, who will also suffer the consequences?
The students of Zhengyi Hall probably feel much more balanced.
However, Suixingtang looks different from them.
He did not completely succumb to the power of this ‘Mr. Zhao’.
No need to think about it.
As the number one school among the six halls, most of the students in the hall are arrogant and arrogant. How can they easily convince a student who has just arrived at Suixing Hall and who has come in through the back door?
If this guy named Zhao Ziyu could teach calligraphy well, that would be all.
The key point is that now it seems that the inexplicable things in class are probably only what the students of Zhengyi Hall can tolerate under the leadership of the somewhat silly Senior Gu.
Maybe even enjoy the hard work and study seriously in class stupidly.
Therefore, most of the comments and words about Zhao Ziyu came from Suixingtang.
However, what makes the students of the other four halls rather strange is that Suixingtang, which has been suffering from Zhao Ziyu for a long time, has not yet risen up.
But if you think about it carefully, even if you rise up now, it seems to be of no use.
Mr. Zhu seems to be letting Zhao Ziyu go, and in Mochi Academy, several people in charge, including Jijiu...
Well, how should I put it?
Among them, the woman who liked to be in charge the most left the academy and went down the mountain, but she hasn't come back yet.
So this is called having no choice?
The students in the other four halls were thinking jokingly as they watched the excitement in Suixing Hall and Zhengyi Hall.
Another thing I thought about was this mid-month exam.
Many people's minds became active.
From this point of view, the monastery seems to be the biggest beneficiary.
Suixingtang, who was originally suppressing them, and Zhengyitang, who had been chasing after them, were both being tormented by that Zhao Ziyu.
Moreover, I heard that when Mr. Zhu assigned a school to this new assistant teacher, he initially chose the monastery.
However, he was decisively rejected by senior Han Wenfu.
Now it seems that I was indeed very foresighted. I did not fall into this big pit, but took advantage of it to jump up.
In contrast, Gu Yiwu, the senior of Zhengyi Hall.
I don’t know how he and the students of Justice Hall feel now.
The Mochi students who were watching the excitement laughed secretly.
At this time, the sun rose, dispersing a lot of the fog in Mochi Academy.
Outside the school.
Zhao Rong, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying walked into the corridor together and walked towards Suixing Hall.
Zhao Rong looked around.
It is a quiet morning scene with a bit of excitement.
He felt very early on that this was indeed a good place to study quietly, far away from the hustle and bustle of Duyou City and far away from the debates and disputes among the academicians.
Well, it would be better if the students from other schools around him stopped looking at him secretly from time to time.
Zhao Rong's lips twitched slightly.
He seems to be quite famous in Mochi Academy now, and people give him nicknames...
"Well, that's Mr. Zhao Da..."
"That's the Zhao Ziyu we talked about a few days ago..."
"Which one, the middle one?"
"Well, the tallest one among the three..."
The wind around me carried some fragments of words.
On the long corridor, there were many Mochi students walking near and far, including some students from the outer hall who were in groups of twos and threes, giving low-key instructions.
He has become the focus of the people around him.
Zhao Rong strode forward with a calm expression.
He just thought for a moment, suddenly stopped, and saluted the classmates around him with cupped fists.
Zhao Rong smiled and said: "Good morning to all of you who are in the same year."
He paused and asked politely and curiously: "Have you eaten everything?"
The surrounding students looked at each other in confusion. After a few glances, many coughed and returned the favor.
"Brother Zhao, I have admired you for a long time."
"Thank you for your concern, Brother Zhao."
"Brother Zhao, you're welcome..."
They replied one after another.
Zhao Rong nodded with relief and bowed again.
Then he turned away with a smile and continued to stride forward with Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying.
But then, Zhao Rong's muttering to himself was picked up by the wind and reached the ears of everyone behind him.
"It's so early in the morning. It turns out everyone is full."
Mochi students: “…………”
Ahead, Fan Yushu was happy when he heard this and joked to Zhao Rong beside him:
"Tzuyu, it seems that you have become a celebrity in our academy."
Zhao Rong nodded in agreement, "Thanks to you."
Fan Yushu coughed lightly and changed the topic.
He suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Ziyu, in the second economics class later, have you finished the difficult homework assigned by the teacher?"
Zhao Rong nodded casually while thinking about the calligraphy class.
Fan Yushu said happily: "That's great, I knew it would be hard for my son Tzuyu to give me a reference."
Zhao Rong glanced at him and said sincerely: "Brother Yushu, mine may not be right."
Fan Yushu waved his hand, "It's okay if you're wrong, just copy it for me."
Zhao Rong: “…………”
Jia Tengying: “…………”
Zhao Rong looked at Fan Yushu and nodded seriously.
It felt like this was the most rude thing he had ever heard in his life.
As expected of you, Brother Yushu.
Zhao Rong's tone was half speechless, half worried, "Okay, but remember to change a few words...don't forget your name."
Not long after.
The first calligraphy class in Suixingtang begins in the morning.
Zhao Rong walked up to the podium with familiarity, looked into the eyes below, and said softly:
"Students, there are only a few days until the mid-month exam. Let's not be afraid...don't be afraid...forget it. Let's get back to the chicken soup later. I'll talk about the homework you handed in."
Zhao Rong shook his head and took out a stack of papers from his sleeve.
He walked off the stage and opened the papers one by one, while patiently commenting on them.
Zhao Rong was the first to come to Li Xueyou and handed over the paper.
He smiled and said: "Brother Xue You's regular script is elegant, graceful and delicate. It is getting better every time. The words are just like the person he is, and they are excellent."
When Li Xueyao heard this, her face turned red and she lowered her head.
He responded softly.
Zhao Rong saw her shy look, smiled and shook his head, then walked to Fan Yushu's table and handed over the paper.
He looked at Fan Yushu seriously.
"Brother Yushu's cursive writing is good, free and elegant, but also regular. The mid-month exam, Mr. Zhu's assessment, is not limited to fonts. Brother Yushu's cursive writing is now good. By the way, how did you practice it? I used to write often
Cursive writing?”
The surrounding Suixing Hall students were quite surprised when they heard this, and many of them looked suspicious.
Fan Yushu blinked and ignored the gazes of the people around him.
He said with a cynical smile: "Ziyu, didn't you just say that your words are like the person they are, so my words are, eh."
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, nodded towards Fan Yushu who was winking, and then walked towards the other person.
Then, like this, he opened the test paper in the school.
There are comments for every student.
However, almost all of them were praise and encouragement. Although some words did not meet the standards, Zhao Rong had his own thoughts in his heart.
He mainly encouraged them and did not discourage them. After all, the assessment was coming soon.
However, it is excepted for some people.
Take Yu Huaijin for example, because Zhao Rong has very high requirements for him.
"Brother Fish."
Zhao Rong walked to Yu Huaijin's seat and called softly.
Yu Huaijin remained the same, looking up with a calm expression.
The two looked at each other.
Zhao Rong glanced at her a few more times and remembered what happened in his landscape painting dream a few nights ago.
But he didn't mention it.
Moreover, he seemed to have the same look on Yu Huaijin.
They all acted like nothing happened.
Zhao Rong frowned, handed the paper to her, and said seriously:
"Your calligraphy is not good enough, it is not good enough, it is too craftsmanship. Calligraphy cannot be practiced like you. I have corrected you many times before. Don't be so rigid and serious when writing, just focus your eyes, otherwise it is not enough..."
…”
Zhao Rongyou took the trouble to repeat what he had said countless times before.
Yu Huaijin also listened with a serious expression.
But Zhao Rong looked at her a few times and felt that she was probably still the same as before.
I’ve listened to it, but it’s hard to change.
Zhao Rong shook his head in his heart, then nodded and said: "Brother Yu, let's encourage each other."
Yu Huaijin saluted him.
Zhao Rong returned the gift and walked away.
After about a stick of incense, Zhao Rong had handed out the papers to almost all the students in Suixingtang, except for one person.
Zhao Rong turned to look at Wu Peiliang, who was not far away with an indifferent expression.
He smiled, walked over, and handed the last paper to Wu Peiliang.
"This handwriting is very good, and it can be ranked at the forefront of Suixingtang."
Zhao Rong's tone was serious.
Wu Peiliang smiled and nodded, cupped his hands, looked at the classmates around him with a smile, "Mr. Zhao, you're welcome."
Zhao Rong also smiled and waved his hand, "You're welcome, it's the truth."
He sighed softly, "Brother Wu's scholar has really made great progress. Why don't we invite him to come to the school some other time and attend class with Brother Wu so that I can get to know him better."
Wu Peiliang's smile froze.
The students in Suixing Hall looked strange.
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