Chapter 572 Zhu Yourong: For you and me, the cold wind blows (refresh on the catalog page, or add it
Zhao Rong actually wanted to refuse.
Because there was something wrong with the atmosphere between Zhu Yourong and Qingjun Qianer.
His desire to survive has always been strong.
but……
Zhu Yourong and I seem to have nothing to do with each other.
We are teachers and students in the classroom, and we are close friends and friends outside the classroom, and we get along with each other in a straightforward manner.
They are all very serious people, but occasionally they make some jokes among friends in private.
There are no flirtations, no secret feelings, no hooking up, and no temptation from Mr. Zhu...
Nothing.
Even in Xia Chongzhai not long ago, it was Zhu Yourong who helped cover up and protected a certain little fox demon for him.
In his previous life, he was a good best friend and a good brother.
Neither party has the tendency or move to take the initiative to break through a certain level of relationship.
At least in Zhao Rong's impression, he and Zhu Yourong had never done anything.
Because since Zhao Rong entered the academy, he had no intention of asking the jockey to destroy his ancestors.
As for whether Zhu Yourong had any thoughts on him preaching and giving liquids to resolve her doubts, Zhao Rong was not a roundworm in her belly, so he could not fully understand Zhu Yourong's thoughts.
However, he really didn't see many signs before, well, he didn't, because those who take the teacher-student relationship too tightly and seriously will regard Mr. Zhu's favor and closeness to him as a scourge, and think in that direction.
That's right, the ones named are you, Yu Huaijin, and you, Jingzi.
But Zhao Rong thought it was quite normal, why should he be strict?
in short.
Is there any purer teacher-student friendship than this?
Zhao Rong couldn't help but fell into deep thought...
"So what am I afraid of? What is there to be sneaky about? Isn't it okay to meet openly and openly?" After thinking about this, he had a new understanding of his innocence.
After a moment, he nodded suddenly, "Oh, I still have to avoid suspicion. I may not care, but Qingjun and Qian'er may... definitely care. I have to care about what they think."
Zhao Rong sighed and immediately became scared.
"Let's meet up. We're already here...what if there's something important?"
At this time, he muttered something and glanced at Li Bai who was waiting for his response in the big tent.
The man holding the sword said seriously: "Should we pull up the curtain or let it go down?"
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Uncle Bai was referring to the roller blind at the entrance of the big tent, and he was standing guard outside the door.
This roller blind is very particular whether it is lowered or raised.
Hiss, Uncle Xiaobai is very considerate. Hey, even though he is a man, he still understands me and knows how to help me...
Zhao Rong glanced at Li Bai with some emotion, and then under the gaze of the man holding the sword, he said calmly:
"It's quite hot in the tent, so I'd better pull it up. Besides, something happened just now... I can see Uncle Xiaobai's majestic figure at the door, which makes me feel at ease!"
Li Bai nodded, "Fine."
Zhao Rong said gratefully: "Thank you, Uncle Xiaobai."
Li Bai waved his hand, leaving behind a free and uninhibited master figure, and went out.
I misunderstood Uncle Xiaobai before. He actually knows everything and has seen the world clearly for a long time. Unlike me, I am still trapped in this world of mortals and even wallowing in it...
Zhao Rong sighed, and then while Li Bai went out to take people with him, he quickly ran to the back and put on a Confucian shirt to cover himself, making it thicker.
The roller blind at the door was opened, and a beautiful figure in a snow-white Confucian shirt entered the tent.
The man holding the sword did not lower the curtain, he stood guard at the door.
Zhao Rong poured a cup of hot tea for Zhu Yourong, "Why did Mr. Zhu come back so soon?"
He smiled and handed over the tea.
Then Zhu Yourong didn't answer, and she didn't even approach the Eight Immortals Table where Zhao Rong was.
Instead, he stopped near the door and had no intention of approaching Zhao Rong.
The two of them were ten steps apart.
Well, it was indeed a certain man's wish to avoid suspicion.
Zhu Yourong turned slightly to face him, holding his hands and looking at the carpet on the side with an expressionless face.
Zhao Rong calmly took back the hand that handed him the tea in embarrassment.
He kept smiling, stood up immediately, walked forward, holding the hot tea cup in both hands, and wanted to hand it to him.
"Mr. Zhu, don't stand there. It's too out of sight. It's cold outside. The stove is inside. It's warm inside. Come in and sit down..."
Zhu Yourong turned around and interrupted with a puzzled look on his face: "Isn't the cold air at the door because the roller blinds are drawn up? Doesn't it have much to do with the distance of the stove?"
She turned her head, looked around the hall casually, and said lightly, "Is there any difference between the inside of the station and the door? Doesn't the cold wind from the door still blow in?"
Zhao Rong: "......"
Damn, there’s something wrong with you, Mr. Zhu!
Zhu Yourong smiled at this time and did not move, "I'd better stand at the door. It's better to be cold alone than two people. Sir, let Mr. Zhao shield you from the wind. As long as you're not cold, sir, I'm in good health and I'll be fine."
"
Zhao Rong: "???"
This unexpected and strange topic made Zhao Rong couldn't help but lean back slightly.
Is it because my reading comprehension has improved, or is it that Mr. Zhu made the questions too easy...is that what you mean?
Zhao Rong quickly straightened up his expression, "Mr. Zhu is right! No, no, I mean, sir, what you said before is right and very philosophical."
After waving his hands, he held hot tea in both hands and hurried to the rolling shutter at the door, complaining as he walked:
"Really, how come Uncle Bai doesn't even know how to lower the roller blind? Even after the guests come in."
Li Bai: “…”
Zhao Rong turned his back to Zhu Yourong and blinked at the sword-holding man who looked back sadly at the door. Then he quickly lowered the roller blind and shut out Li Bai who had taken the blame.
Li Bai touched his chin and sighed, as expected of Mr. Zhao, he was so skillful in swaying the blame and had no hesitation in sacrificing Uncle Xiao Bai.
But the man is not a vegetarian. Fortunately, he has already given up the dark side and turned to the bright side. He has just informed the young lady and Xiao Qian'er in advance.
After all, when guests come to your home, you have to notify the hostess to pick them up, right? The tradition of the old Zhao family has always been excellent.
Li Bai glanced at the closed curtain behind him and nodded...
How did Zhao Rong know that Uncle Bai had backstabbed him in advance - as long as I backstabbed quickly, no one could backstab me?
With some guilt towards Uncle Xiaobai, he turned around, and then...
"Uncle Bai is so ignorant." Zhao Rong shook his head, holding hot tea, looking at Zhu Yourong's face, and explained: "But he is a worshiper of the family, he is only responsible for eating... No... he is only responsible for using force.
I have never done this gatekeeping thing before...so Mr. Zhu doesn’t need to take it to heart."
Zhu Yourong did not comment, but said softly, "There is a second-grade warrior who serves as the family's worshiper, and he can also guard the door honestly. Mr. Zhao is indeed very famous, and the background of my wife's family is also unfathomable."
"I just found out about Uncle Xiaobai. I will ask Qingjun later... Well, I didn't expect that half of the bragging he told me when I was young was true. He is really a master..."
As for the other half, split open Wangquezhou with one sword? Why don’t you go to heaven?
Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and shook his head, avoiding the topic. He turned to say with a straight face:
"Besides, Mr. Zhao is older than Mr. Zhao. Yourong, what are you talking about? We haven't seen each other for a few days and we are so different."
Zhu Yourong didn't answer and looked at him calmly.
He sighed helplessly and shrugged: "And didn't we agree before that in private we should be commensurate as fellow Taoists?"
Zhu Yourong nodded slightly, "Oh, I did say that, so now..."
She looked around, and then at the closed curtain at the door. She had some questions, "So, are we in private now?"
Zhao Rong: “…………”
I'm begging you, stop doing this. It's so tiring to read and understand the same way of speaking...
You have to think about whether every sentence is a pun.
Zhu Yourong looked at her with eyes as usual.
Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and nodded, "Forget it!"
Even if you lower the curtain, it's private.
Seeing his admission, Zhu Yourong, who was all white, nodded slightly.
"Okay. Tzuyu."
Hearing the familiar title, Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief, handed over the 'hot' tea cup a little bit shamelessly, and said with a relaxed smile:
"Come, You Rong, it's getting cold. It's just right to have a cup of hot tea in the evening... Well, I'm a little nostalgic for the time I was in the academy before. It's time to go to You Rong's Yilan Pavilion to drink well water tea every week. It's still your craft.
good."
He sighed with emotion and said with a smile: "But today, come and taste the tea I brewed."
Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong and smiled slightly, his temperament was elegant and gentle.
It was as if he was back to the intimate female gentleman who elegantly made tea for him in the early morning.
Just when Zhao Rong was relieved, Zhu Yourong did not raise his hand, but looked at him, smiled politely and said:
"Sorry, Tzuyu, I'm a bit of a germaphobe and can't drink from a cup that has been used by others." She seemed to be referring to something.