Chapter 316 Passive face slaps are boring, I like active face riding (Part 1)
The morning sun rises, the corridor of Mochi Academy.
Zhao Rong was dressed in student Qingjin, holding his sleeves and walking quietly among the crowd.
In my ears, the voices of the students from Mochi came one after another.
He was quiet and silent.
Today in Mochi Academy, almost everyone is discussing the etiquette exam.
As the first art assessment in every mid-month exam, it is cumbersome, complex, and time-consuming, so it always receives the most attention.
And for a major exam, the performance of the first exam will always have a great impact on the following exams.
Most of the Mochi students also have a deep understanding of it.
Therefore, in this etiquette examination, the assessment set by Meng Zhengjun in Dali at the foot of the mountain became the top priority of their discussion.
Gein’s experience in several major exams in the past shows that.
The assessment of going out is slightly better in terms of difficulty, regardless of whether it is tiring or not.
Not to mention that it is very different from the college examination in terms of difficulty and embarrassing, but it is also a tough job.
No one wants to be assigned to this.
However, the students who were talking about it in the corridor were not too worried.
Because I heard that there are not many places sent to Dali this time, and...
It seems that some people are almost pre-decided, and who they choose is generally within a certain range.
Well, at least that's what most students in the academy vaguely guessed.
For example, the Justice Hall was criticized by Meng Zhengjun a few days ago.
For example, there are several thorny students in Chongzhi Hall and Guangye Hall.
Another example... a certain student named Zhao in Shuxing Hall turned out to be the son-in-law who is often mentioned in books, etc.
It has been a long time since the Mochi Academy was opened.
Most of the students in the various schools of the academy already have a map of what is good and bad among the schools and even among the students.
At this time, there is a promenade along the lake that runs through the school and connects the six halls.
The 'student surnamed Zhao' in everyone's mouth was walking towards Suixing Hall while silently listening to these few words in his ears.
In response to the different looks from around him, his expression remained normal, and his lips even moved slightly.
It seems that he is still talking to himself.
A student who also belonged to Shuxing Hall deliberately pricked up his ears and listened when he passed by this student named "Zhao Ziyu".
It was discovered that he was actually memorizing the "Li" from the Thirteen Confucian Classics.
After Zhao Rong completed the recitation task assigned this morning, he raised his hand and yawned.
His eyelids were slightly raised.
It's not that I'm too sleepy, it's that I rarely get enough sleep.
Zhao Rong's face was calm and a little sleepy, and he turned around to look at the strange looks of the bored classmates next to him.
He nodded and walked into Suixing Hall.
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The first class in Suixingtang is the Classics and Meanings class.
According to past practice, after the first class, Meng Zhengjun would probably call all the students in the sixth hall of the academy to gather in the open space in front of the auditorium.
Announcement of this mid-month exam.
This includes the distribution of etiquette assessments that everyone is most concerned about.
At this time, the sound of bells in the mountains and forests of the courtyard was heard, resounding throughout the Mochi Academy.
In Suixing Hall, the first class on Classics and Meanings has ended.
The quiet lobby quickly became noisy.
However, most of the Suixingtang students did not go out to relax.
Instead, many people went to the front of the school to ask Mr. Jingyi who was packing up his books and about to leave.
There will be a big exam soon.
Among the seven arts of Confucianism, the art of classics and meaning and the art of poetry and poetry are both great arts, and the points of each art are twice that of the minor arts.
This is the top priority and there is no room for sloppiness.
In the back row of the lobby, Zhao Rong, who was burying his head in his books, raised his head and glanced at the familiar figure on the podium surrounded by students.
It was an old man with white hair wearing a long gown.
I know Zhao Rong.
When he first came to Duyou City and was waiting for an opportunity outside the academy, he had met him once.
Even then, Zhao Rong was almost recommended to the academy by the old man in a long gown.
The old man's surname was Gu, and he was respectfully called Mr. Gu by the students of Shuixingtang.
Teach classics and art.
Moreover, Zhao Rong also knew that Mr. Yan had a very good relationship with Mr. Gu, as he also followed Confucianism and Confucianism.
However, even so.
Mr. Gu didn't seem to have much impression of Zhao Rong. When he recognized him before, the old man just nodded slightly.
Zhao Rong understood.
Apparently, it was just like what he and Mr. Yan said when they had a heart-to-heart talk that day in the Fenglin courtyard of Taiqing Mansion.
Mr. Yan did not mention Zhao Rong in front of too many people.
I didn't ask my old friend to give Zhao Rong any special treatment. Well, I guess I just didn't say anything about it.
Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and continued to flip through the book.
After a while, Mr. Gu left with a smile, and the students surrounding the podium began to scatter.
However, a large number of them did not disperse immediately, but stopped where they were and discussed quietly for a while.
Among this group of people, the leader is Wu Peiliang.
He had just consulted Mr. Gu with some friends on the classics.
At this time, Wu Peiliang took some time to do something that he had discussed with his friends and classmates while everyone was there.
He whispered a few words to the classmates beside him. At the same time, he rolled his eyes and glanced at a person studying quietly in the back row of the lobby.
Soon, many students gathered around Wu Peiliang who came with a tacit understanding.
He squinted his eyes slightly, and his somewhat feminine face became even more feminine.
Wu Peiliang looked around and couldn't find Senior Yu. Just after class, she was called by Meng Zhengjun and she still hadn't returned.
Immediately, Wu Peiliang suddenly smiled and walked towards Zhao Rong with the classmates who came to help.
The front row of the school.
Jia Tengying, who was immersed in reading, glanced towards the back row with a worried expression.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and flipped through the book, as if he didn't notice anything unusual in the school.
Well, before going out in the morning, Jia Tengying specifically called him and reminded him of something.
Wu Peiliang led a group of students to Zhao Rong's table.
Zhao Rong said without raising his eyes: "Brother Wu, have you finished copying it two hundred times?"
Wu Peiliang's expression remained normal, he nodded slightly, reached out and took out a large stack of manuscripts from his sleeve, and threw it on Zhao Rong's desk.
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He said calmly, "Mr. Zhao, check..."
As soon as Wu Peiliang finished speaking, he immediately choked up.
Because I saw Zhao Rong behind the table. After reading another page of the book, he closed the book leisurely, picked up the stack of "paper manuscripts he copied" and took a brief look at it.
The next second.
Zhao Rong suddenly stood up and went to the utility room in the hall with a calm expression.
He didn't even look at the illegal 'penalty', he just threw it away... and threw it away.
Wu Peiliang: “…………”
PS: Thank you brothers for your concern, thank you!
This chapter is a bit short...I'll resume the update first.
Um, by the way, the brothers also taught Xiaorong a new term: mature author (there are manuscripts saved, woo woo)