Chapter 690 Zhu Yourong: It is rare that you have this kind of filial piety (3000 words)
(PS: Quietly modify the two hundred words at the end of the previous chapter about Mr. Zhu and put it at the beginning of this chapter. It shouldn’t be enough for anyone to notice...)
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Zhu Yourong was actually not curious about who this Ren Zi No. 13 was.
She didn't care how many perfect marks he got.
At most, he could politely laugh along with the other gentlemen and sigh that life is a daunting prospect.
From last night to now, this busty female gentleman has only been thinking about a certain 'junior brother'.
She thought that the other gentlemen would finish correcting their papers quickly so that she could find some opportunities to go over and have a chat and recommend her "little junior brother".
However, from the time when she was in Jingchen Hall to now, she has been hearing the words "Ren Zi Shi San No." and "Ren Zi Shi San No." in her ears. The few little girls next to her who helped her organize her documents have almost become fangirls. They are chirping, she
It made my ears feel calloused.
By the way, can this guy's limelight be finished as soon as possible and turned into a TV series? It's true that her junior brother's affairs are still urgent...
It seemed that he had been staring out the window for too long, and a section of his black hair on the temples fell down, covering half of the female gentleman's beautiful face.
She held a cup of clear tea and took a sip. She gently brushed her black hair behind her ears with her little finger, revealing a dignified and quiet round face.
It's just that when a woman is free, she will inevitably think too much, especially when her delicate thoughts always unconsciously revolve around the person in her heart.
"It seems that they are all from the Renzihao examination room... Well, tell me, why don't you take the exam so seriously? Now that it's better, the limelight has been given to others, so you have to suppress the mystery... I mean you don't care about the exam.
You focus on women, but you don’t know much about women. You still annoy me all the time..."
Zhu Yourong was angry with him again for no reason. When she saw the calligraphy he wrote about her "window" in the morning, she had already forgiven him, but now the small resentment in her heart quietly resurfaced and was aimed at someone.
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Especially when the calm expression of someone showing no explanation or apology before parting yesterday appeared in front of him, as if the matter had nothing to do with him... Zhu Yourong bit his red lips moistened by orchid tea.
In the final analysis, no matter how indifferent and tranquil one appears, it is not a matter of fame.
No matter how much I believe I can give him, I don't ask him for anything in return.
But what woman in the world doesn't want her... own "junior brother" to be a top-notch rider with astonishing skills? Become the most glorious one in the crowd and look back with confidence. Which woman won't become famous on the spot?
The heartbeat is so strong that even the most mature and powerful woman would probably be unable to withstand it...
Several requests made by Lao Jijiu that day suddenly rang in Zhu Yourong's ears.
She warmed her face with the wall of the teacup, rubbed her cheeks, and sighed softly.
But he cheered up immediately.
Zhao Rong once said that a person has the temperament to never look back until she hits the south wall. Even if she hits the south wall, she will never look back. She has to break it down.
Zhu Yourong immediately pulled out a piece of rice paper and quietly wrote in a place where others could not see. She wrote on the paper a certain 'junior brother', Xuanji, and the very troublesome number 13 of Renzi, listing the advantages of the three parties.
Subjects and disadvantaged subjects.
"It's okay, it's okay. The gap is not big. He has the advantage. Nothing is difficult in the world, only those who are willing..." Zhu Yourong comforted him.
"His calligraphy skills must be number one. He is enough to be my teacher. In addition, his poetry and writing skills should also be very strong. It is not difficult for him to become a poet. I just don't know why he didn't perform well this time..."
She tilted her head and said, "Well, he can do it as well. He works very hard on weekdays. He focuses on studying Confucianism and Taoism. He seems to be planning to become a scholar and worship Mr. Yan as his teacher. Humph?
Don't even think about it...
"Let's look at music art...forget it, give up on this one, alas, my stupid tone-deaf 'junior brother'." Zhu Yourong made a big cross on the paper.
She turned to analyze another one:
"Well, this Ren Zi No. 13 already has full marks in poetry, painting, and chess skills. I definitely don't have full marks in Foshan calligraphy with mysterious abilities. He is the only one with full marks..."
"I don't know much about the meaning of the classics, but people who are talented in poetry and composition generally have a hard time understanding the meaning of the classics. It's like Xuanji, who is good at the meaning of the classics but not very good at poetry. I'm not very good at poetry either.
Fu Yi, it is too difficult to be compatible with these two great arts at the same time. Some evildoers, well, so unless Renzi No. 13 attaches equal importance to the meaning of the scriptures as he does, there is nothing to worry about..."
"Looking at music art again, Renzi No. 13 does not have a perfect score, which is good news. Hey, maybe he is also tone-deaf and has no sense of music. Hahaha, it's not impossible."
Zhu Yourong suddenly smiled and tapped his delicate chin again, "So it seems that the advantages and disadvantages of both sides overlap..."
Suddenly, a certain female gentleman who was gesturing in private smiled. Her smile stopped, as if the pause button had been pressed. After a while, she slowly lowered her head and looked at the comparative data on the paper.
Another person's calm eyes flashed before Zhu Yourong's eyes when they parted yesterday, "I didn't write any poems...I didn't get full marks for my painting skills...the word Ren...field."
Zhu Yourong suddenly wanted to stand up, then suddenly became quiet, stopped all movements, and sat in his position for a while, with his eyes in front of him.
After an unknown amount of time, she turned around.
"Have the scores been registered?"
Zhu Yourong had already finished correcting all the test papers and handed them to the two female students next to him about their grade scores. At this time, he was asking them who were busy not far away.
"Ah, come on sir, we have arrived at the Gengzi Examination Hall, there are three examination rooms left..." A female student replied quickly.
"Stop all the work you are doing now and register the Renzi field first," she ordered.
The two female students were stunned, but they still obeyed.
after awhile.
As if she noticed the change in the expression of a certain female student, this female gentleman who only read the handwriting without looking at the test number and got perfect marks when correcting someone's test paper early in the morning rubbed her cheek vigorously and asked: "What's wrong?"
The female student raised her head in surprise and said: "There is a perfect score paper, the first perfect score in calligraphy..."
Zhu Yourong tried hard to keep his expression steady, "What's the exam number?"
The female student lowered her head to look, with a look of surprise on her face, "It's Ren Zi No. 13 again!"
There was a look on Zhu Yourong's face, as if he was relieved, but also as if he should not have been surprised.
The female student said excitedly: "Mr. Zhu..."
Zhu Yourong covered her lips with her index finger, "Shh."
The latter remained silent.
Zhu Yourong narrowed her eyes and faced south. Her first reaction at this time was not happiness, but a little angry and unhappy.
A resentful heart annoyed the man a hundred times, "Obviously you are so good and you took the exam seriously, why don't you explain to me that you think I am an outsider, right? You don't care what outsiders think..."
Zhu Yourong made a note for someone in a small book, but this did not prevent her from taking out a piece of white paper with interest and analyzing it for someone again.
The first line on the white paper reads:
The report card of a junior junior who likes to think of himself as an outsider and is very disrespectful to his senior sister and does not know how to praise him.
Listed below:
My calligraphy skills are barely perfect.
The poems and poems are so-so and full marks.
The painting skills are lucky enough to catch my eye.
Chess skill is just a matter of luck.
The performance of etiquette is acceptable and full marks according to visual inspection.
The meaning is pending.
I don’t know how to do music arts. Is there anyone who really scores zero points in music arts?
After writing this, the "senior sister" who had been so worried about her junior brother paused for a moment. The corners of her lips curved and she couldn't hold back her smile. Then she imitated Zhao Rong's handwriting and wrote in the last line:
Senior Sister Zhu, wait until I, Zhao Ziyu, come back first in all six exams for you!
After the completion, Zhu Yourong picked up the piece of paper and read it several times. The more he read, the more satisfied he became. It seemed that he could never get tired of reading it, especially the last line, 'Someone's personal guarantee.' Zhu Yourong suppressed the corner of his mouth and looked serious.
With an indifferent look, she lowered her head and glanced at the autographed guarantee written by her junior brother. She sighed lightly and said with a slight disgust: "Why did you take the test for me? It's for yourself, silly junior brother... Oh, it's rare for you to have such a thing."
Out of filial piety, I don’t care about you anymore... Phew."
A certain female gentleman held this junior student's report card and had fun for a long time, which attracted several curious side glances from the female students not far away, before she put it away with a straight face.
Before putting away the transcript, Zhu Yourong glanced at the remaining Jingyi section, and then immediately turned around to take action.
And while Zhu Yourong was writing the report card for "Ren Zi No. 13", on the other side, several gentlemen were also talking about "Ren Zi No. 13".
Mr. Chen secretly took a sip of wine, turned around and asked: "Mr. Su, Mr. Duan, is this Ren Zi No. 13 really not that girl Yu Huaijin?"
Su Changfeng and Duan Jiuling looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Not her style."
"And with Yu Huaijin's temperament, do you think she can write beauties and draw pictures of beauties?"
Mr. Chen smiled heartily and said jokingly: "So he is a prude?"
All the gentlemen laughed when they heard this.
At this moment, Mr. Zeng, who had been silently criticizing the public and not interfering with young people, handed an examination paper to Mr. Chen with a sullen expression, "Xiao Chen, I will also give you a score for this test plan."
Mr. Chen was startled and turned around to take the paper.
The Jingyi paper was marked by the two of them together, with one person correcting half of it. As a rule, only the test paper that was decided to give a high score would be reviewed by both of them, and then added together to give the final score. Generally, this situation is quite good.
Few, because the subject of classics and meaning is notoriously difficult.
"Good words." This was Mr. Chen's first reaction. He also glanced at the front of the paper and said, "All the scripture questions are correct? Not bad..."
He continued to turn back to the test questions on the back.
"Eating with a basket and drinking with a ladle, without worries but with joy? Hey, this is a bad inscription..."
Soon, several gentlemen around noticed that there was no sound coming from Mr. Chen's direction. They saw that he was staring at the test paper, reading the paper in his hand line by line, and he was actually immersed in it.
Duan Jiuling, Su Changfeng and others did not pay attention and continued to devote themselves to the tasks they were about to complete, without paying attention to Mr. Chen and Mr. Zeng. However, after a while, an argument suddenly broke out on the east side of the lobby.
They are Mr. Chen, who is always easy to talk to, and Mr. Zeng, who likes to put on airs.
"No, no more than nineteen."
"Mr. Zeng, no matter what, such a wonderful essay deserves a full score of twenty!" Mr. Chen said seriously.