Chapter 320 I really didn't want to hit you in the face
"Two? OK."
Meng Zhengjun snorted casually and nodded slowly.
She was about to announce it again and add a name, but the next second her movements suddenly stopped.
Among the crowd in the audience, there was another place where the crowd was artificially separated.
A student from Zhengyi Hall who was quite familiar to Zhao Rong came out, went on stage, and stood behind Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu.
The new student plucked up the courage and said, "Count me in, Justice Hall, Long Yuqi."
Under the unblinking gaze of the majestic and serious woman, his voice trembled slightly, but his expression was biting his cheek and determined.
Meng Zhengjun's slightly opened mouth slowly closed and he stared at the three people in front of him.
When a student from Zhengyi Hall named Long Yuqi saw Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu turning around, he smiled as much as possible and said, "Boss, Mr. Zhao."
Gu Yiwu, who had been smiling cheerfully just now, was a little anxious now. He ignored the current situation and said in a low voice: "Idiot, what are you doing up here? Get out of here!"
If everyone hadn't been watching, he would have kicked him.
Zhao Rong said seriously: "Get down quickly!"
Long Yuqi shook his head. The next second, he smiled again and pointed his chin in the direction of the crowd in the audience.
Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu turned their heads.
The crowd of students who originally retreated silently under Meng Zhengjun's pressure.
were separated again.
This time, it turned out to be more than just one place.
The crowd made way for each other.
one person.
Two people.
Three people... four people! There are still... behind
The students walked out silently one by one. The number of people was so large that it could be described as an endless stream.
For a moment, the students who were watching indifferently opened their eyes wide and were so dazzled that they had no time to identify them one by one.
However, there are still some 'rules' that have been discovered by everyone.
It seems like...
"Count me in, Justice Hall, Wang Chengmei."
"Count me in, Justice Hall, Li Xinfa."
"Count me in, Justice Hall, Qi Xiaojin."
"Count me in, Justice Hall, Shi Junyi."
"Count me in……"
Some students spoke first, and then everyone was overwhelmed.
The whole place was filled with the names of students from Justice Hall.
They either lowered their heads and looked at the ground silently, or held their heads high, or had indifferent expressions.
No matter what, the pace is firm and non-stop.
These students from the Hall of Justice climbed up the steps to the stage one after another, standing behind Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, gradually filling the originally empty and lonely stage.
Originally, among the crowd in the audience, because someone dared to come on stage, the group subconsciously resounded with low voices. Because one after another, people came on stage, and the waves of the crowd rose up one after another, just like the tide hitting the beach on a full moon night.
The higher you push, the higher you push.
Until...the whole place was in an uproar.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
In the open space in front of the auditorium, there were students from the sixth hall, and a whole school was occupied - one-sixth of the people in the field all walked on the stage at this time - the students from the fifth hall, no matter what their different thoughts before, this time
His eyes almost widened.
In their ears, names were announced one after another, seemingly in relay, never stopping.
The students stared at the figures on the steps.
Especially Zhao Rong, who is at the forefront of these figures.
But at this moment, Zhao Rong frowned and pursed his lips, feeling a little helpless.
Next to Gu Yiwu, his head was covered with black lines.
This burly man looked around gloomily at all the students of Justice Hall behind him, feeling that he could not vent his anger anywhere.
Good guys, before we come to the open space gathering, I give you a thousand warnings and blessings, telling you to be cowardly and pretend to be transparent, so as not to be caught by Meng Zhengjun.
It turns out it's good now, it's all on his mother's face.
Gu Yiwu was a little afraid to look at Meng Zhengjun's face not far away.
Probably darker than him.
But immediately, seeing the firm gazes cast by the students in his own school, Gu Yiwu's serious and angry face still did not tense up.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head, then his smile faded, he acquiesced, and looked at each other again with Zhao Rong, who had also calmed down.
The two of them looked at a serious woman with nasolabial folds on her face.
Although Meng Zhengjun has a straight face, if you observe carefully, you can find that her face has become more and more ugly and gloomy since just now.
Until now, it has been as gloomy as water.
But Meng Zhengjun didn't move at all, because someone seemed to be coming up again.
"Oh, count me in, Suixingtang, Fan Yushu."
Fan Yushu looked dejected.
But soon, as if he had figured something out, his expression changed, showing a "very handsome" smile that he had emphasized to Zhao Rong, and winked at Zhao Rong.
"Forget it, count it next, Suixingtang, Jia Tengying."
Jia Tengying said in a low voice, not daring to look at Meng Zhengjun, who lowered his head on stage.
The two stood behind Zhao Rong.
Meng Zhengjun took a deep breath, turned his cold eyes, and looked down the stage again.
At this time, there was a moment of silence on the field, and everyone who was supposed to come seemed to have arrived.
Just the next second, she frowned...
Wu Peiliang, who was in the crowd, was holding his hands and looking coldly at the joke of a self-righteous guy.
Xuezheng didn't come to you, but you still took the initiative to go to Dali to prepare for the Zen ceremony? Did you think it was an opportunity to get high marks in the etiquette exam? Oh, people jump into this kind of pit, it really opened Wu's eyes...
Then Wu Peiliang's eyes were really opened.
At this time, he opened his eyes wide and watched with a slightly stiff expression as the man stepped onto the stage alone, and now there were dozens of friends standing behind him.
Wu Peiliang licked his dry lips, then came back to his senses, and shook his head with a slight snort.
The Justice Hall is really full of fools. Just like the big and fat senior, no one has a normal brain circuit. Like their Sui Xing Hall, except for some idiots who can’t figure it out, they won’t...
Wu Peiliang choked.
Because, at this moment, there were no more students from Zhengyi Hall and no more idiots from Suixing Hall. Another person came out and stepped up the steps.
"Count...count me in, Suixingtang, Li, Li Xueyou."
Li Xueyou's voice was weak, but it was still audible to the whole audience despite the silence.
She quickly stepped onto the stage, without looking at Zhao Rong, and hid directly in the already crowded crowd on the stage.
Seeing this, Xiao Hongyu was helpless. As soon as she wasn't paying attention, the friend beside her who seemed to be full of sympathy disappeared.
"I'm the only one, Suixingtang, Xiao Hongyu."
Zhao Rong, who had been silent all this time, did not expect that these two female classmates would come to the stage, but before he could think more about it, some more people came out of the crowd of Suixing Hall students.
"Count me in, Suixingtang, Ye Zhuzhi."
"Count me in, Suixingtang..."
Different voices sounded one after another, they were from five Suixing Hall students.
But they were all classmates whom Zhao Rong didn't have a deep impression of, and they didn't seem to have close contact with them on weekdays.
When we meet on the road, both parties will usually nod and say hello.
Sometimes when Zhao Rong was in calligraphy class, he would give homework to the students one by one and explain them in a nagging manner. They would listen attentively, but they wouldn't say much.
Well, Zhao Rong knows what true seriousness is and what false seriousness is, and Ye Zhuzhi and others are obviously the former.
Whenever Wu Peiliang was in trouble and had conflicts with Zhao Rong, except for the large number of students who had good relations and sympathy with Wu Peiliang, students like Ye Zhuzhi actually did not get involved.
There are also many of them.
This is also the reason why Zhao Rong feels that Suixingtang is actually pretty good.
Because despite their prejudice and arrogance, there are still people who read their books seriously.
But at this time, what Zhao Rong didn't expect was that despite the indifferent friendship between the two parties, five students actually came out to silently support him.
Zhao Rong smiled.
However, today's farce seems unwilling to let up easily.
Just when Meng Zhengjun's eyes regained their composure and he was about to say something, his pupils shrank slightly.
Hoho————!
The whole audience suddenly screamed in surprise.
Because a short and thin figure was walking up the steps step by step at the moment.
The stern appearance and temperament of this thin figure are very familiar to Meng Zhengjun, who is about to erupt like a volcano!
"Mr. Meng, count me in, Suixingtang, Yu Huaijin."
Yu Huaijin walked up to Zhao Rong and spoke to Meng Zhengjun with a serious expression on his face.
The whole place was in an uproar, and the heated discussion reached a climax.
Yu Huaijin, the number one in the six halls who had always been treated as a half-closed disciple by Meng Zhengjun, actually came on stage and now stood on the opposite side of Meng Zhengjun!
Gradually.
Because a serious woman whose aura suppressed the entire crowd did not speak, the noise in the open space subsided.
Soon, the solemn and silent atmosphere was restored.
The remaining Mochi students in the audience were already a little numb from shock.
They watched the scene on the stage speechlessly.
Zhao Rong took the lead and stood on the left platform, followed by about forty or fifty seniors, including seniors from the two schools.
Meng Zhengjun stood quietly on the platform on the right, alone.
The two sides are vaguely opposed to each other.
Silent stalemate.
Before the Mochi students were called here today by Meng Zhengjun, no one thought that things would develop to this point.
There are actually students who dare to go on stage alone and confront Meng Zhengjun.
However, not only was he unable to eat and walk around, but he also attracted a large group of students to come to the stage to take sides, forcing Meng Zhengjun to find it difficult to step down, and he was in a dilemma.
No one could have imagined that in the past, every etiquette test, which was recognized as a hard-working expatriate test, would have so many people rushing to take it.
Some students couldn't help but wonder if there was some inside story in Dali's assessment that they didn't know about to get high scores.
But this idea is just a thought. The difficulty of the ceremony of Zen is well known.
Therefore, even Wu Peiliang, who looks ugly, has to admit that the root cause of all this is about to be revealed...
At this moment, the entire audience was silent, and their eyes were all focused on the slender figure in front of the crowd on the right side of the stage.
At this moment, Zhao Rong took a step forward, looked directly at Meng Zhengjun, whose complexion was faintly green and white, and bowed his hands.
"Xue Zheng, I came up first. Let me go down to Dali. The minimum requirement for sending one person has been met. Don't choose anyone else."
Gu Yiwu spoke solemnly.
"Tzuyu, don't be willful and talk nonsense. There is more than one quota for the Dali assessment this time. Don't make the decision for me. Xuezheng, don't listen to Ziyu. Please give me a quota and let me go with him.
, as for the others, forget it..."
"No, I want to go too. Xuezheng, give me a place..."
"I also want……"
The students behind Zhao Rong all voiced their opposition to Da Li's assessment quota and opposed him going alone.
Suddenly, the field was filled with these quarrels.
The students who were watching silently in the audience looked a little strange and couldn't laugh or cry.
A serious woman who was a scholar had a pale face.
next moment.
"quiet!"
Meng Zhengjun interrupted all the quarrels with an angry rebuke.
The nasolabial folds on her face were tightly wrinkled, and her eyes were staring straight at Zhao Rong, not looking at anyone else.
Zhao Rong looked at him with calm eyes.
"Okay, very good, Zhao Ziyu, you, you are the first person." Meng Zhengjun's chest rose and fell violently.
Zhao Rong cupped his hands and said seriously: "I don't dare to take it."
"!!!" Meng Zhengjun.
She waved her sleeves.
"If you want to go, then everyone can go! The number of places is limited. The first twenty people who come up will go to Dali for the assessment soon!"
Meng Zhengjun gritted his teeth and said a word, then he couldn't stay any longer. She felt that the look from Zhao Rong's eyes made her face burn with pain.
This usually rigid and polite woman turned around and walked into the auditorium.
Leaving with unprecedented rudeness.
Hundreds of Mochi students were left standing there looking at each other.
Zhao Rong stretched out his hand to rub his face and exhaled heavily.
What happened...
I really didn't want to slap you in the face.
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PS: Ahem, good morning, brothers...
From early morning to now, two chapters are presented. Thank you brothers for timing. You are such good brothers!
Well, everyone, if there is no update by 12 o'clock tonight, it will be updated tomorrow morning.
Xiaorong is now adjusting his work and rest schedule, trying not to stay up all night, and living a good life first, and then typing...
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