The six hundred and seventieth chapters of the good fighters have no illustrious achievements
Before Zhao Rong went down the mountain, he made a bet with Wu Peiliang in public.
It was Zhao Rong who took the initiative to bet on the overall score of the college entrance examination.
If he loses, he will give Wu Peiliang the position of assistant teacher in the calligraphy class where he can always get close to a certain Mr. Zhu, and he will also give Wu Peiliang the water from the Zhengguan Well.
And if Zhao Rong wins, Wu Peiliang will admit his mistake with all his heart, and copy the word "正" with his own hands, and then bring his own boy over to show Zhao Rong. This actually contains the nature of being insulted, because this is
He admitted that Shutong's handwriting was indeed better than that of Wu Pei...
Someone slept during the exam in the morning and left quickly in the afternoon, so this bet was already a winner in the eyes of most students of Sui Xing Hall.
At this time, Yu Huaijin took the initiative to speak.
But it was something Zhao Rong didn't expect.
No one else expected that Senior Yu would take the initiative to speak.
But right now.
She is really over...
At this time, seeing that Zhao and Rong were motionless, Yu Huaijin's tone increased:
"Brother Ziyu, brother Peiliang?"
All eyes were focused on the two of them.
Wu Peiliang came on stage with a sneer.
Zhao Rong still didn't move, looking at the old-fashioned girl on the podium with her lips pursed.
The latter also looked over.
"Tzuyu, why don't you go up." Fan Yushu suggested in a low voice.
Zhao Rong was silent for a while, and then remembered the scene where Yu Huaijin gave him serious tutoring lessons at noon.
Under the gaze of everyone, he stood up gently and stepped forward.
Zhao Rong and Wu Peiliang came to the podium together.
Yu Huaijin first turned around and said to Wu Peiliang: "I am proud and complacent. I provoke my classmates. Brother Peiliang first apologizes to Brother Ziyu."
Wu Peiliang: "I..."
Han Wenfu suddenly said: "Brother Wu, please stop being impulsive. Is it possible that Huaijin has misunderstood you?"
He shook his head and sighed, "You guys always don't let her worry. I also manage a school. For this reason, I admire Huaijin's ability to keep Sui Xing Hall in an orderly manner in the past.
When other school seniors talk about Huaijin, they all lament that they are not as good as him. However, facing this kind of conflict between siblings in the school, it is a headache for everyone. You guys, let Huaijin work for you every day and enjoy it.
We have a comfortable learning environment, but we can’t put ourselves in your seniors’ shoes and understand your difficulties, eh.”
When Wu Peiliang and some students heard this, their faces turned red.
Wu Peiliang calmed down, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Senior Yu, I didn't disrespect you, everyone also admires you...Okay, what Mr. Han said is right, I'd like to apologize first."
When he finished speaking, he turned around and cupped his hands towards Zhao Rong perfunctorily, and said in a stiff and polite tone:
"How offending, Your Excellency, there are a lot of them. The previous bet, well, it was all at the discretion of Senior Yu and Senior Han, so it was just...cancelled, hey."
In the last sentence, Wu Peiliang's tone was both regretful and reluctant. When he squeezed out this sentence, it was as if he was giving something he had already obtained to Zhao Rong.
After saying that, he didn't even look at Zhao Rong, and turned away with his hands behind his back.
When Yu Huaijin saw this, his brows did not relax, and he wanted to say more, but Han Wenfu was the first to say something haha, nodded and praised Wu Peiliang, and then, without being polite, turned his head for Yu Huaijin, smiled at Zhao Rong, and ordered
road:
"Brother Zhao, right? You have heard what I just said. It is not easy for Huaijin to manage students like you. With understanding, Brother Peiliang has also apologized to you in advance. Let this matter end here. You
I also apologize to Brother Peiliang. I can’t even slap him in the face. Both parties apologize and cancel that childish bet.”
Zhao Rong did not look at him, but looked at Yu Huaijin, and shook his head, "I am not wrong, why should I apologize, and I don't need him to apologize to me, but I will give you your face to terminate this bet, but
That’s all.”
Then, he asked again: "Besides, Brother Yu, will he appreciate it if you help him like this?"
After suddenly saying something without any beginning or end, Zhao Rong said no more and went directly to the podium to prepare for the lecture.
Everyone was confused by the last sentence.
Being humiliated in public, Han Wenfu smiled as if he didn't care at all, shrugged at the students who looked at him, and sighed with a smile.
Wu Peiliang and other students admired him more and more, but at the same time they were also aggrieved on his behalf.
"Hey, you got an advantage and acted like a good boy. Senior Han, Senior Yu, why are you helping him? You treat your kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs!"
Wu Peiliang dismissed it and turned back his sleeves.
Yu Huaijin turned around and looked at Zhao Rong's back on the podium without saying a word.
Zhao Rong turned around and began to lecture.
The applause that should have erupted from the audience as usual was only a handful.
Only less than half of the students clapped politely, well, among them Brother Yushu’s slap was the loudest.
Yu Huaijin silently turned his head and looked at the students.
She still didn't understand why it happened like this.
Zhao Rong's lectures were the same as in the past, focusing on the eight methods of Yongzi, teaching them Tao rather than skills, and did not specifically focus on what Zhu Yourong would be tested on.
However, at least half of the people under the podium were doing their own thing, reviewing their own work, just like in Zhao Rong's previous life, some people studied mathematics in English class and English in mathematics class.
Zhao Rong took it for granted and focused on teaching Li Xueyou, Jia Tengying and other students in the audience. After finishing his lecture, he took the teaching aids and walked off the stage easily, not even bothering to say hello.
So, it wasn't until Zhao Rong returned to his seat and the old smiling monster Han Wenfu came on stage that most of the students in the audience realized that there was a substitution.
Then there was a burst of warm applause that Zhao Rong had never experienced before when he came on stage, which almost brought down the roof.
Han Wenfu pressed his palm helplessly in the air, and the applause gradually became smaller.
He made a few warm-up jokes, which caused a burst of laughter from the audience, and his popularity was almost as high as that of "Tanghua" Xue Youyou.
In the back row, Fan Yushu approached Zhao Rong and said, "Tzuyu, you were too tough just now."
Zhao Rong asked back: "Can you applaud a little less next time?"
Fan Yushu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Ziyu, this bet is finally cancelled. I think you should go and say thank you to Senior Yu later."
Zhao Rong shook his head, "It's not me who should thank her, it's Wu Peiliang."
Fan Yushu was used to it, and continued to speak earnestly: "Tzuyu, listen to my brother's advice. There were many people on stage just now, and I can understand you, but later in private, you should go and thank Senior Xiayu, she is showing favoritism this time
In fact, everyone has noticed yours."
Fan Yushu nodded to himself and sighed: "Look at it this way, the few cucumbers you give Ziyu on weekdays are quite useful. I will try it next time to see if I can make up for less lessons."
Zhao Rong smiled and ignored him.
Zhao Rong calmed down and began to listen carefully to the lectures of the monastery senior who was well-known for his poetic talent in the school.
But after a while, he showed some disappointment and shook his head.
Apart from beautiful words, there is not much practical information.
But because of this, the atmosphere on the field was much more lively than when Zhao Rong was giving lectures. After all, who doesn't like beautiful and funny words, which are obviously more interesting than serious classroom lectures.
Zhao Rong, who was in the back row, packed up his books, stood up and left from the back.
"Tzuyu, why are you going?" Fan Yushu asked.
"I have to make up lessons for Suixing Hall, and I also have to make up lessons for Zhengyi Hall. As a teaching assistant for calligraphy classes in two classes, I cannot favor one over the other." Zhao Rong, not wanting to waste time, walked out of the back door without looking back.
In the school, except for Yu Huaijin and Li Xueyou, no one seemed to notice it, or in other words, no one cared about it.
Yu Huaijin followed out silently.
Han Wenfu, who was giving a confident lecture on the podium, only then dropped the smile that always hung on his lips, and looked sideways frequently.
…
Yu Huaijin caught up with Zhao Rong.
"Where are you going, brother Ziyu?"
"Go to Zhengyi Hall and have a look. After all, Mr. Zhu also gave me the calligraphy class at Zhengyi Hall. You can't be partial."
Yu Huaijin suddenly said: "You are not satisfied with what I just did." She stated in a statement tone.
Zhao Rong smiled, "Except for being dissatisfied, everything else is quite satisfactory."
"Sorry, I should have told you in advance before calling you here tonight."
"maybe."
"Tell me, why is this?"
"what why."
"Why have you been in the school for so long, and you still don't abide by the etiquette of Suixingtang, be respectful, humble, and united as brothers? Isn't this so difficult?"
"It's not difficult."
"Then why..."
"It's not difficult to keep one's own etiquette, but it's difficult to get others to do the same."
Zhao Rong turned around and asked: "Do you think the Holy Master is more powerful in etiquette or fists?"
Yu Huaijin was silent for a while, "The gift is great, the gift is in the heart, and the fist is outside the heart. The gift in the heart of the most holy master is as high as the sky, and as far as the distance is boundless."
Zhao Rong shook his head.
Yu Huaijin frowned, "Is it possible that the fist is bigger?"
Zhao Rong still shook his head.
He said: "It's the same size. In the minds of the world, as big as the fist of the Holy Master is, the ceremony is as big as it is."
Yu Huaijin pursed her lips, "Can't etiquette come from the heart? It's conscience and kindness?"
"Maybe, maybe not, but it depends on the person." He glanced at her, "For example, you."
The girl who had been taught etiquette since she was a child asked: "What about you?"
"us?"
Zhao Rong chuckled, left a few words, and turned around to leave:
"Fists are always the basis for maintaining etiquette, so today they all listen to you."
Yu Huaijin couldn't help but ask: "Then why don't you listen to me?"
Zhao Rong turned his back to her, waved his fist behind his shoulder, and said nothing.
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