Zhao Rong walked a few steps toward the podium, then suddenly turned around and said helplessly: "Why are you standing there so stupidly? You don't want to take my class anymore?"
"Oh oh oh!"
Everyone reacted immediately and returned to their seats. Yu Huaijin couldn't help but glance at the smiling man looking back at the podium, and then returned to his seat obediently.
After everyone sat down again, Zhao Rong picked up the textbook again. Wu Peiliang couldn't help but stand up and said in embarrassment: "Brother Zhao, I..."
Zhao Rong waved his hand and smiled.
Wu Peiliang was startled.
For a moment, no one in the school spoke.
The two looked at each other, and everything was unspoken.
Then Zhao Rong turned his head, raised his chin towards everyone, and motioned to a certain old-fashioned girl sitting in the front row.
"Regarding this big exam, did our Senior Yu have already said everything he needed to say while I was away? Well, fortunately, I went out to avoid the limelight and avoided it perfectly."
In fact, it was the handsome student who needed to avoid the limelight the least in the room. He teased, "Then let me say something, standing in the position of teaching assistant in the calligraphy class, and talk about this big exam."
Zhao Rong lowered his head, rolled up his sleeves, and tapped the pear wood tabletop of the podium with his white right hand: "This time, the school's total calligraphy score is lower than that of Zhengyi Hall, which ranks first in calligraphy, and it actually lags behind the Monastery Hall.
, only ranked third. This is very inconsistent with the ranking of the first overall score, and I am also very dissatisfied. I don’t know how to scold, and I don’t have the strong aura of Senior Yu to suppress people. My punishment is more direct.
…”
He raised his head and twitched the corner of his mouth, "The recent class homework has been doubled. Starting from this class, if you can't finish the homework in class, you will go back to write it. If you can't finish it during class, you will take a holiday to write it. Our school is falling behind.
The Hall of Justice has made too much progress and needs to be improved.”
As he said that, Zhao Rong took out a pen and paper, spread it on the desk, lowered his head to write these things, and arranged: "This piece of calligraphy, go back and copy and practice it a thousand times in official script. It will be handed in next class. If you don't finish it, you won't be allowed to write it."
Attend class."
The students in the audience suddenly became energetic. In the past, they would have been dissatisfied and protested if they had copied the calligraphy assignments for class assignments even three hundred times. However, after hearing this, they all straightened their backs and looked at the model being written on the podium seriously.
Zhao Rong, who is doing calligraphy, even though his tone was suddenly harsh, everyone was gearing up and eager to try. None of the students was as careless and loose as before. Everyone looked at Zhao Rong's back on the podium with all their concentration. However, when Zhao Rong was about to arrange the
After the calligraphy was pasted on the blackboard, everyone was stunned. Immediately, they took a deep breath, sniffed their noses, or pursed their lips...
I saw a row of clear and elegant characters posted on the blackboard, which seemed to be slogans and encouragement.
"Number one in Suxing Hall."
Yu Huaijin was silent for a moment, and all the students bowed their heads in emotion.
…
When all the students of Suixing Hall, led by Yu Huaijin, respectfully saluted the podium and shouted "Goodbye, sir" amidst the melodious bells ringing after school in the morning, Zhao Rong truly felt that this was the best among the six halls.
The collective finally recognized him.
In other words, I was taught 'hand by hand' by him to admit him.
Zhao Rong let out a little breath and left Suixingtang with his teaching aids, but he was not too happy and proud. Being the first in the school and the first in the academy was just the beginning. Someone had boasted in front of Qingjun.
Although the latter said that he didn't want his husband to set his goals too high, the words spoken by a seven-foot man are like water thrown out, there is no reason to take them back, and his wife will laugh at him for nothing, even if it happens by accident
He really broke his promise, and Qing Jun could only glance at him with a half-smile, but someone would never allow this to happen...
The old Zhao family has its own family ties, and the huge Mochi Academy where many young talents gather also has its operating rules. The influence of being the first in the six halls by air is fermenting at a speed that Zhao Rong could not imagine.
diffusion……
After class, Zhao Rong rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and did not give his classmates a chance to gather around him to chat. However, he was overtaken by two friends, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying, who were also in the same class.
"Hey Ziyu, wait for us, you secretly worked so hard to impress so many people, even I hid it from you. Damn it, you can treat me to lunch." Fan Yushu pulled Jia Tengying over and said confidently.
Zhao Rong rolled up his sleeves and did not turn around, but he slowed down a little and waited for them. The three of them walked towards the entrance of the academy together, but in the long corridor, they saw a crowd gathering at the entrance of the academy in the distance.
Meng Zhengjun posted the red list of overall results at the door of the school. Here are all the students from the six schools who are looking at the list. They have already seen the rankings of their own schools in their respective schools. Now of course they are looking at the overall rankings and the other schools of their competitors.
results, and instead of the familiar names in the first row of the red list in the past, the unfamiliar name ranking first was naturally the focus of the attention of the students watching, and they naturally whispered to each other and discussed endlessly.
"Zhao... Ziyu, who is this? He actually suppressed Yu Huaijin from Suixingtang. Hey, he is also from Suixingtang?"
"Wait a minute, Ren Zi No. 3! He is the Ren Zi No. 3 that came out from Jingchen Hall in the morning? He is actually a student of Sui Xing Hall? The first and second place are all in Sui Xing Hall! This is going against the will of heaven.
ah."
"What the hell, aren't you used to being the first in Suixing Hall every time... Hey, look at the academic results, there are actually six perfect scores, including the two major arts of classics and poetry!?"
"No way, Jingyi can actually get perfect marks? Is there anyone who really gets perfect marks in this great art? None of the senior brothers and sisters in the previous sessions have mentioned it... Is this Zhao Ziyu some kind of evildoer? Or is it that Mr. Zeng has retired and changed?
A young gentleman?"
"Nonsense, I saw Mr. Chen accompanying Mr. Zeng into Suixing Hall this morning... Actually, compared to getting a perfect score in the six arts, I'm more curious now about how he got a perfect score in the one he didn't get a perfect score in. Good guy, Leyi actually got a perfect score.
With a score of six, are they taken from the same exam? Or are they just partial subjects?"
"I only got six points in music and arts and was ranked first in the whole school. Have you ever seen such an outrageous kidnapping horse? Maybe he did it deliberately to play around, or he accidentally fell asleep during the exam..."
Just as the students of the Sixth Hall gathered at the door after school were shocked, paying homage to the god, and all kinds of speculations emerged, Zhao Rong and the other three passed by the crowd at the door. Zhao Rong ignored it and quickened his pace, but Fan Yushu didn't know it was intentional.
Unintentionally, he shouted loudly:
"Hey brother Ziyu, why are you walking so fast? Wait for us. By the way, don't you want to look at the red list?"
Zhao Rong has black lines all over his head.
The crowd of students who were originally talking about each other became quiet one after another without knowing where they started. After just a few breaths, silence fell at the gate of the academy. The back of a young Confucian scholar not far away who was about to leave quickly looked like
Like a magnet, it attracted curious eyes one after another, and then a certain student surnamed Fan did not forget his bad words and added: "Brother Ziyu, everyone is so enthusiastic, why don't you stop and say a few words? No. 1 in the sixth class of the exam
What are your thoughts and experiences?”
"..."
Thoughts on your experience? Does it count to abstain from ‘Qingjun Qian’er’ during the exam? There is no woman in my heart, so I will naturally feel free to write...
Zhao Rong was speechless, and then he was surrounded by a swarm of students who all wanted to get to know his brother. Zhao Rong had to deal with it politely. Fortunately, there were not many such bold and familiar students, and most of the students in the Sixth Hall were
They were just watching, but they couldn't hide the curiosity and admiration in their eyes.
Among them, some students with sharp eyes and good memories even recognized Zhao Rong as the first candidate who frequently handed in papers and left during the exam. Needless to say, the shock and consternation caused by the fact before his eyes was needless to say.
Later, seeing the crowd of students gathering after school was getting larger and larger, Fan Yushu stopped messing around and stepped forward to help Zhao Rong get rid of some of the enthusiastic brothers, then left and returned to Dongli Xiaozhu together.
However, winning the first prize among hundreds of students from the Sixth Hall of Mochi in the mid-month exam and defeating Yu Huaijin, after just half a day of fermentation, the impact it had was greater than Zhao Rong expected...