Gu Yiwu followed behind with the students of Zhengyi Hall "despondently".
The group had just left and returned to the academy, and were now going to the academy's auditorium to register relevant matters and wrap up their trip down the mountain.
The originally leisurely and peaceful Mochi Academy was suddenly ignited by the return of their group.
In the schools and pavilions next to the corridor, students who were memorizing or resting came out to watch.
"Hey~"
Returning to the front of the students, a burly Confucian scholar following Meng Zhengjun was sighing, with his head and waist bent, and a grimace on his face.
Behind him, a group of students from the Hall of Justice quietly took a look at their senior's acting skills and couldn't help but sigh.
The boss is still good at acting. When he comes back, he first shows weakness to the enemy and pretends to have failed in the exam, and then puts on a good show and slaps those guys in the sixth hall who are used to gossip.
When the students of Zhengyi Hall thought of this, they secretly gave their seniors a thumbs up. It was still the boss who knew how to play. Well, from what he said just now, this seemed to be Mr. Zhao Xiao’s joking suggestion during the chat a few days ago...
On the long corridor where everyone is watching in Mochi.
"Hey." A certain burly student shook his head and sighed.
"Hey~" The students of Zhengyi Hall may feel weak when walking, or beat their chests and feet, looking up to the sky and sighing...
I just barely had the words ‘failed’ written on my face.
A serious female gentleman walking at the front couldn't help it. She paused slightly, turned around, and silently glanced at Gu Yiwu and other students who were returning as if they were mourning.
The latter blinked at her when they saw this, but they also restrained themselves a little.
Meng Zhengjun shook his head slightly, feeling that these little guys had been staying with a certain young Confucian scholar for a long time, and they were becoming more and more like him.
As for whether the person who is close to vermilion is red, or the person who is close to ink is black...
Thinking of the guy who volunteered to stay in Dali to finish the job, this prim and serious female gentleman pursed her lips, looked away from the funny Gu Yiwu and others, and said nothing.
"Hey, Brother Gu is returning in triumph?"
Just as the returning group passed the entrance of the monastery, Han Wenfu, the senior student of the monastery, walked out of the crowd.
After he saluted Meng Zhengjun, he looked at the faces of Gu Yiwu and others and asked calmly.
You Han Wenfu, which of your eyes can see that you have returned in triumph when you look like this?
Gu Yiwu complained in his heart, but there was a look of sigh on his face: "Brother Han, don't be kidding, there is no such thing as a triumphant return. Ziyu and I figured that we failed in the exam... we have been busy in Dali for so long...
"
He waved his hand and then changed the topic: "By the way, how did Brother Han and the students from your hall do in the exam? This time in the Confucian Temple? They should have won a big victory. It seems that the first place in the competition this time has gone to Han.
Brother is in the pocket."
Han Wenfu wanted to smile and nod, but of course he just thought about it. Mr. Meng was here, and even if he did well in the exam, he still had to be humble in front of these teachers.
He controlled his modest expression and shook his head.
"Brother Gu, please stop joking. This big exam...hey, it seems that Huaijin and Suixingtang will come out on top again."
I still don’t know what you, an old fox, are thinking about? In Tzuyu’s words, they are all foxes who have been around for thousands of years, so they can’t sing anything like Liaozhai.
Gu Yiwu smiled and nodded, but his lips curled up in his heart.
He looked at the senior of the monastery with a warm smile, and always felt that he didn't like it. He was obviously a man with a gentle and elegant temperament similar to Tzuyu, but Gu Yiwu just felt that Tzuyu was real and close, and the Han Wenfu in front of him was a bit deep in the city.
, smiling like a little fox.
Han Wenfu also smiled and nodded in response. At this time, he glanced at Gu Yiwu, not knowing what he was thinking, and turned to look at the crowd of students behind Meng Zhengjun.
Han Wenfu quickly glanced twice, as if he was looking for someone's voice in the crowd. He turned around and opened his mouth to ask someone, but at this time, someone had already spoken.
"Hello, Mr. Meng."
Not far away, a certain old-fashioned girl bowed respectfully, and the voice came.
After Meng Zhengjun saw her, his calm mouth finally showed a smile and nodded.
"Huai Jin."
Han Wenfu's eyes brightened slightly, he swallowed back the question on his lips, showed a warm and decent smile, and greeted him.
Yu Huaijin came quickly with the students from Suixing Hall. After nodding politely to him, he didn't look at Han Wenfu anymore, but passed directly over and came to Meng Zhengjun.
Yu Huaijin glanced behind Mr. Meng, and then said directly to her: "Sir, where is Brother Zhao Rong Zhao from our school?"
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PS: Brothers, please refresh at three o’clock in the morning!!