Chapter six hundred and ninety-six proud, but Yushu brother (thanks to the civet civet Jiang good br
Zhao Rong felt that it was not unreasonable for Brother Yushu not to be welcomed by everyone.
On the podium, Zhao Rong looked at Fan Yushu's shocked expression for a while, nodded and said, "I'm lucky this time."
Then he turned his head and asked directly: "So Brother Huaijin is second?"
Xiao Hongyu and others nodded, with complex expressions, "Yes, Xuanji... she scored eighty-five points."
Zhao Rong couldn't help but laugh, then immediately restrained himself, and said seriously: "Before this music and music exam, Brother Huaijin gave me a make-up lesson on the spot, and I got the answer. I was lucky, and I got a six in the music and art exam."
Yes. Thanks to Huaijin this time. Okay, let’s go to class first and wait for her to come back." He said with some emotion in his tone.
Xiao Hongyu and other students looked at each other and were about to nod together, but Fan Yushu next to him couldn't help but interrupt: "Then she also made up for me, why didn't I get six points?"
Zhao Rong:......
Everyone:......
Can you, the last one, please stop talking?
Some students in the audience couldn't help but glare at Fan Yushu.
Unexpectedly, Fan Yushu was even more energetic. At this time, he sighed, patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder, and said with emotion: "Tzuyu, you are just too humble."
He let out a long hiss, put his hands behind his back, and in front of everyone present, began to recall the past:
"Ziyu, from the first time I met you that morning, I knew that you were not an ordinary person, especially when you followed Mr. Yan to fish in Taiqing Mansion... During my studies, I saw you catch up with the famous Sword Immortal Embryo in the whole mansion.
Fairy Zhao, in fact, from that moment on, you have been completely different in my eyes, Ziyu, do you want to know what it is like?"
Zhao Rong shook his head, but it was a pity that before he finished shaking his head, Fan Yushu had already rushed to speak: "Isn't the golden scale a thing in the pond? It turns into a dragon when it encounters a storm!"
The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched fiercely, but the students in the audience did not know that the person involved, Zhao Rong, was speechless. They only thought that it was true. Besides feeling ashamed, they were really fooled by Fan Yushu.
Fan Yushu faced the door, his back to the person, his face raised to the sky at a 45-degree angle, and he waved his sleeves, "Tzuyu, I knew you were not simple, but I didn't expect that you would become famous so quickly, and...better than...
I expected it to be a little bit better, but that’s not the focus of today.”
Zhao Rong hesitated to speak. If he hadn't remembered that Fan Yushu came to him to test his review situation a few days ago before the exam and asked for comfort and recognition, he would have almost believed this guy's words on the spot.
"Tzuyu." Fan Yushu grabbed Zhao Rong's sleeve and said earnestly and firmly: "We can't just let it go. What classes are we going to take now? How can we think about it now? Some things are so easy to reveal.
A few days ago, my brother could clearly see the taunts and provocations made by some short-sighted and adaptable guys to you. Your temperament is gentle and courteous, and noble people forget things, but my brother is anxious.
But remember, we can’t let them get away with it like this.”
Zhao Rong on the podium: "..."
Unseen by everyone in the audience, Fan Yushu blinked quickly at Zhao Rong. Zhao Rong looked helpless, but Fan Yushu glared, as if to say, "You are not loyal enough to quietly work hard alone to amaze everyone. You haven't settled yet."
You care about it, you can't even let me take advantage of it now to enjoy myself'.
Zhao Rong had nothing to say. Fan Yushu immediately turned around and faced the audience. The serfs turned over and started singing.
"Didn't I hear some of you say disdainfully before that Tzuyu is not worthy of being a calligraphy assistant and not worthy of being called sir?" Fan Yushu picked his ears with his little finger and asked curiously: "Speaking of which, do people still say this now? You guys, please reply.
After the academy, Tzuyu, who ranked first in the entire academy in just one test, is he worthy of teaching you?"
The whole school fell into an awkward silence, and many students began to regret not going to the toilet. They knew they would never come back...
Fan Yushu pointed at Xiao Hongyu and said, "Brother Hongyu, you speak first."
Xiao Hongyu quickly shook his head like a rattle, "I have never said these things in private, Xueyou can testify!"
Fan Yushu squinted: "I didn't say it was you who said it, I asked whether Tzuyu is worthy of teaching you."
Xiao Hongyu's head was covered with black lines. If Zhao Rong, who made her a little respectful, afraid and curious today, wasn't standing behind him, she would have rushed up and smashed this bastard's head right now.
She immediately nodded and said: "Of course I am worthy. Brother Ziyu has perfect scores in six arts, ranking first in the whole library. Not to mention calligraphy, he is more than enough to be a teaching assistant in other arts."
Of course, in addition to music and music, Xiao Hongyu added in her heart, but for some reason, she only had six points about Zhao Rong's music and music. Instead, she felt that the man on the stage, with a slender figure and a handsome face, was much closer to her. Yu Xuanji was not as open to everyone as before.
Many other students felt the same way about the distant distance, and they carefully looked at the stage again and again, as if they were getting to know each other anew.
As soon as the red list came out today, some of the mentality of Suixingtang students has completely changed.
Fan Yushu turned his head and asked with a smile: "Brother Delu, what do you think?"
Zhong Delu, who used to be the taciturn No. 4 student in the class, glanced at Zhao Rong and said with conviction: "Brother Zhao, I'm convinced. Please give me more advice in and out of class in the future."
Fan Yushu could be said to have attained enlightenment today. He suddenly pointed at a student who was more talented in the past and said, "Brother Qingpu, what do you think?"
Brother Qingpu, who was trying to be transparent in the audience, saw the whole audience looking at him, waved his hands quickly, slumped his shoulders and said in frustration: "I used to be blind, and was blinded by prejudice, so I didn't recognize Brother Zhao. This time...
…Oh, I’m really convinced, I’m number one in the six arts…”
All the students looked at him sideways. In the past, besides Wu Peiliang, this student was the one who was most unhappy with Zhao Rong. However, he was not as proud and impulsive as Wu Peiliang. He only talked a lot in private, but now he looked honest and blushing.
Fan Yushu winked at Zhao Rong. Zhao Rong sighed softly, but Fan Yushu was very interested and named several uncooperative students for Zhao Rong in succession. The latter were ashamed and hurriedly clarified certain relationships.
Zhao Rong saluted and apologized. Zhao Rong returned the salute to them and shook his head. Everyone immediately looked at Zhao Rong sideways. In the lobby, the atmosphere that should have been awkward and tense because of Fan Yushu's "nonsense" was relieved a lot.
At this moment, Fan Yushu cleared his throat and suddenly said softly: "Hey, where's our most arrogant Brother Pei? In the past, he was the loudest and loudest in the school. Those who didn't know thought he surpassed Tzuyu.
Senior Heyu is number one in the academy."
Fan Yushu pretended to look around and said doubtfully: "Where is he? At this time, how can the unruly figure of Brother Pei be missing? I don't agree with this."
Fan Yushu was blind and couldn't find anyone, but the eyes of all the students in the audience were all directed to a seat to the right, where a figure was shrinking and raising his sleeves to cover his face.
At this moment, everyone in the audience turned their attention to this figure, who was trying so hard to erase his presence. He suddenly trembled, and all his efforts to pretend to be transparent were in vain.
Fan Yushu hammered his hand, "Oh, so here, why is Brother Peiliang covering his face? Is he shameless? Come on, let me be safe."
"I...I..." The figure suddenly became excited.
Everyone looked at him strangely. Fan Yushu stepped off the stage and walked over. He grabbed the sleeve of Wu Peiliang who was sitting on the seat and started to walk to the stage.
"You...what are you going to do? Don't grab my sleeve..." Wu Peiliang felt extremely ashamed. He lowered his head and pulled his sleeves with Fan Yushu, and started a river on the corridor between the seats.
Fan Yushu blinked, "There's nothing else to do. I just heard that you were full of praise before and said that after the results were released, they wanted to get to know Renzi No. 13. What you said was 'ask for serious advice and exchange experiences.' No, everyone
Here we are, right on the podium, hurry up."
Fan Yushu patted Wu Peiliang's shoulder and urged:
"Hurry up, didn't you say that this is the style of study that our Mochi Academy should have? This is the holy place for reading that the Confucian scholars at the foot of the mountain admire and admire." He nodded and started another 'full text recitation': "
There is harmony and friendship among the students, and there is less hostility. Regardless of their grades, the better students take the initiative to exchange experiences, and the students with shortcomings are also open-minded to learn from it, and the style of study is intact...Brother Pei Liang is a good role model."
Wu Peiliang murmured in defense: "This...this sentence is not what I said."
Fan Yushu nodded: "Then... I just want to humbly ask for advice. This dear friend with the number 3 of Ren Zi is really powerful... This sentence was always said by you, everyone heard it not long ago.
Obviously, Brother Pei spoke so passionately that I heard it all the way to my sleep."
Wu Peiliang:!!
All the students:…………
"I...I..." Wu Peiliang stuttered, unable to refute.
"What am I? Why are you standing there so stupidly? Hurry up and ask Tzuyu for advice!"
Fan Yushu moved his arm forward and pushed Wu Peiliang onto the podium and in front of Zhao Rong.
The atmosphere in the lobby suddenly became quiet.
Zhao Rong stood quietly with his sleeves rolled up, his expression calm. Wu Peiliang stood in front of him, his face flushed, feeling embarrassed for a moment.
At this time, Wu Peiliang wanted to grab an underground palace and crawl into it. He turned his eyes away, not daring to look into Zhao Rong's calm eyes. He was already prepared to be humiliated by words.
Zhao Rong just looked at him, then turned to look at the sun approaching noon.
"Okay, brother Yushu, please stop making trouble and go down. Brother Wu, too, go back to your place. When Senior Yu comes back later, if he sees you making such a fuss, there will be no good harvest. She may be in a bad mood today. You guys
Don't mess with her."
Zhao Rong shook his head and turned around.
Wu Peiliang, who looked down at the ground, was stunned.
Xiao Hongyu and other students were also surprised.
Fan Yushu wanted to speak.
At this moment, the familiar and meticulous footsteps of a certain old-fashioned girl came from the door. Wu Peiliang and Fan Yushu immediately returned to their seats in a panic. Xiao Hongyu, Li Xueyou and other students quickly sat down in silence.
The next second, the figure of the old-fashioned girl appeared at the door.
Yu Huaijin came back, but his face looked a little ugly.
Although he still had the same straight face as usual, there seemed to be no difference.
But the students who were familiar with her remained silent.
They know that there is only one thing that can really make Senior Yu angry, and that is...it has to do with collective performance and honor.
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(PS: Thank you so much for the reward from the leader of the good brother "Civet Civet Jiang"! This brother is "Cai Xi", a group member of the fencing group!
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