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The next impulsive calligraphy class seems to be in a few days, and the time is not rushed, so I can finish it slowly.

At least tomorrow's holiday can go on as usual, can't it?

Wu Peiliang nodded secretly in his heart, he turned his head and exchanged glances with his classmates, turned his head, and said in a tentative tone:

"Mr. Zhao, are you sure there are only these, are you gone?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "No matter how much, I'm afraid you guys won't be too busy, that's all."

As he said that, his expression seemed to be a little embarrassed, for crowding out everyone's spare time.

Wu Peiliang took a few glances at Zhao Rong's expression, nodded slowly, and said nothing.

Zhao Rong suddenly said to Yu Huaijin:

"Xuanji, send the word 'Yong' I wrote down."

The latter looked at Zhao Rong a little hesitant to speak, but at this moment, hearing the words, he took out the thick stack of rice paper that Zhao Rong had handed her before class, and distributed them.

Straightforward students are bearing fruit one after another. When they take a closer look, there is a neat word 'Yong' on it.

At the same time, there are also disassembled individual strokes on the paper, and there are also a few lines of elegant and vigorous lowercase letters below, as key notes.

It can be said that everything is in detail.

This piece of rice paper has no less than a hundred characters, all of which are in someone's familiar handwriting, which is pleasing to the eyes of those who observe it.

If we don't care about other things, just talk about calligraphy, the straightforward students are really convinced by this "Mr. Zhao", since he used the word "正" to overwhelm the whole class, it has been like this, even if it is a pickpocket like Wu Peiliang, There's no disputing that either.

Li Xueyou unfolded the rice paper with both hands, lowered her head, and carefully looked at these beautiful characters with wide eyes, dazed from time to time, with a small face in thought.

Xiao Hongyu on the side was also looking at the words on the rice paper while sizing up Zhao Rong who was smiling and saying nothing.

I feel that being able to write good handwriting is sometimes as good as having a good skin, which makes people feel good at first sight.

Moreover, Mr. Zhu is very fond of him...

Xiao Hongyu glanced at Zhao Rong again.

Just when she was wandering.

Zhao Rong saw that everyone got the rice paper he copied all night last night, and said softly:

"One copy for each person, I will copy it tonight, so I can think about how to write the word 'Yong' well...Leave it to me in the next class. This character is mysterious, and I will talk to you in the next class."

"Yes, sir."

The students of the willful hall responded one after another.

Then, the crowd became lively again.

At this moment, Yu Huaijin came to Zhao Rong's side.

She raised her hands and said with a straight face:

"Brother Zhao, don't forget to make up lessons tomorrow. The mid-month exam is coming soon. Don't be careless. You and Brother Fan are waiting for me at Dongli Xiaozhu tomorrow morning. I may have something to do first..."

At this moment, it was equivalent to the end of get out of class, so she changed her title and no longer called Mr. Someone.

The voices of the students in the willful class were quieter, and they listened intently.

Many of the students secretly laughed.

He also gave us homework assignments. It turns out that Mr. Zhao also needs to make up lessons... What a reincarnation.

Wu Peiliang chuckled lightly.

Zhao Rong turned to look at Yu Huaijin, and listened to her talk for a while, then, as if he remembered something, he suddenly interrupted:

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing... What a coincidence, I also want to make up lessons for you."

Yu Huaijin: "..."

Wu Peiliang and the students of the Willful School: "???"

Supplementary lessons... Tomorrow?

Wait, the willful student reacted, doesn't that mean that the next class is tomorrow!Handing in homework tomorrow?

Zhao Rong sighed and said to himself.

"As Xuanji said, the mid-month exam is coming soon, but the progress of our reckless class is a bit slow, and we will make up a section tomorrow morning, so I will trouble you for other things and put it later... um, Senior Yu, don't forget, and you, don't be late."

He glanced at the old-fashioned woman with a somewhat... dumbfounded expression, and then looked around at the students who had their eyes wide open, looking serious.

The originally lively crowd fell silent, and the air gradually froze.

Everyone was expressionless.

Mr. Zhao, you are not a human being.

Chapter 285 There Are So Few Days Every Month

In the middle of the night, the moon and stars are scarce.

Nanxuan Academy is located under the green hill, a row of various continuous buildings, quietly hidden in the darkness.

The new brilliance of the autumn moon falls, and the misty light spreads in the quiet courtyards everywhere.

Looking from the sky to the world, there are occasionally a few orange candles in the school.

The warm candlelight and the deserted moonlight are mixed together, and the junction between the two is vaguely blurred, as if it is about to melt into the night.

And somewhere, in the yard that was renamed Dongli Xiaozhu not long ago.

There is also a student house, which is one of them.

The north room is the same as usual every night, the lights in the windows are still on.

Inside the half-covered paper window with orange light, there are stacks of paper manuscripts and mountains of books piled up in front of the table.

A young Confucian scholar with black hair tied up casually was resting on the table with one elbow, pointing at the back of his hand, resting his head on his head, and quietly closed his eyes.

The body shakes slightly from time to time.

Beside the other hand spread out on the table, there are a few yellow apricot leaves, on which some words and sentences seem to be written, lying quietly on the table.

A candle on the table cast the shadows of the man and the objects on the desk onto the wall.

Suddenly, the shadows swayed one after another, and it was the orange fire dancing.

Disturbed by a gust of autumn wind blowing outside the window.

The lights and shadows in the room intertwine.

In an instant, Zhao Rong opened his eyes, put down his hands, and leaned back.

He stared blankly at the cluttered desk, his eyes swept over the maple leaves, and then turned his head to look at the casement that slipped into the cool breeze.

Zhao Rong's eyes were as bright as stars, as if lighting up the dim orange room.

It's just that there was still some lazy sleepiness in his eyes, and he was in a trance.

Zhao Rong shook his head and got up, closed the window, returned to the table and sat down again, rubbing his face vigorously with both hands.

He almost fell asleep again just now.

I don't know if it's because I've worked too hard these few days. When the people are quiet late at night, I always feel a little sleepy.

Yesterday afternoon, after assigning homework to the students in the willful class and announcing the remedial lessons that had been planned long ago, Zhao Rong returned leisurely.

At night, he attacked the eight extraordinary meridians again.

Five strange veins have been successfully broken before, and now there are three remaining, namely the Yang Wei Meridian, the Yin Wei Meridian, and the Chong Meridian.

With the stamina of the fifth cup of Zhengguan well water he drank from Zhu Yourong in the past few days, he has been hitting the 'pulse' in the past few days, and the results have been remarkable.

The progress tonight is also good. Even if the little red snake has not succeeded in transforming into a dragon, the power of the effect is not comparable to before.

A breakthrough is imminent at the grand pass in the 'Chongmai'.

However, Zhao Rong also learned from the previous experience, and did not come in a hurry, but proceeded in stages, and spent a few nights working steadily.

Therefore, after completing the progress of the day, he stopped in moderation.

The lesson of being too hasty last time is still vivid in my mind, if something goes wrong again, who knows if I can still hear that strange sound of the piano in my dream, otherwise it will be a big loss.

According to the current progress, keep going like this, and drink a few cups of Zhengguan well water halfway, Zhao Rong is sure to be promoted to Fuyao before the Mid-Autumn Festival...

In the house at this time.

Zhao Rong looked at the shaking orange fire and frowned slightly.

The sign that he was about to fall asleep just now made him secretly vigilant.

According to Zhao Rong's experience since he practiced mountaineering, it is normal for people on the mountain at this level to not be sleepy for most of the ten days. Meditation means rest, and they are full of energy the next day.

I haven't practiced too much recently, and I don't feel tired during the day.

It's just what happened to the sleepiness just now, it seems that I have dreamed something vaguely, it seems to be some pictures full of ink lines, black and white intertwined... But I haven't seen more, and I have figured it out, and I was caught by the cool wind. woke up.

Zhao Rong rubbed his face, muttered a few words, and shook his head.

In the past few days, I have to be more careful about the pulse.

However, today is the rest day again.

He didn't know what to think of, he smiled, and then stretched out his hand.

There were piles of paper manuscripts on the table with different handwritings. Zhao Rong continued to take a copy, read it carefully under the orange light, and picked up the ink pen to make corrections.

These are the homework of the students of Justice Hall and Willful Hall.

In the candlelight, Zhao Rong lowered his head, stopped writing in his hands, and focused his profile.

Just write and write.

He frowns and loosens from time to time.

From time to time, he nodded slightly and made a stroke with his wrist.

From time to time, the eyebrows are raised, the corners of the mouth are raised, and the movements of writing are lighter.

However, sometimes, Zhao Rong couldn't help but spread out a piece of rice paper with both hands, stare at it carefully, frown and inhale, and then make a gesture to tear off the words that look like dirty eyes.

However, after resisting the urge, I felt bad for a while.

He would get up and walk around the house a few times, bowing his head and thinking about something.

Then I went back to the table, picked up the words "I want his old life" again, read it again from the beginning to the end, picked up the pen, and wrote it with concentration, asking the owner of the words how to improve the comments.

These are the things that Zhao Rong has done every night since he became a teaching assistant in the calligraphy class of two schools, but these days are more frequent because the big exam is coming soon.

Although the book art class during the day is "happy education", I take the students from two classes to play around.

But just like what he said frankly with Gu Yiwu before, the essence of calligraphy lies in 'comprehension' and 'engineering'.

Both are indispensable.

On weekdays, the class is for them to "comprehend", and the homework assigned to the students after class is "engineering", so that they practice hard.

Moreover, although Zhao Rong seldom talks about the mysteries of brushwork in class.

However, Zhao Rong carefully annotated every homework handed in by the students with a Chinese ink pen.

Moreover, according to the different situations of each student, he pointed out the maze in the comments of each homework, circled the deficiencies,

Sometimes I even took the trouble to write thousands of words of improvement suggestions.

It can also be regarded as teaching students in accordance with their aptitude.

And the work behind these classes has already taken up most of Zhao Rong's after-class time.

This is also one of the reasons why the impact on the "impulse" has to be completed in stages for several days.

As for the effect of his all-night 'work'.

Zhao Rong sighed lightly.

The effect at the Hall of Justice is quite good, but here at the Hall of Willfulness...

It's not that there are more words that caught his eye in the former school than in the latter school.

It means that the progress of the students in the Justice Hall is faster than that of the students in the Sex Hall.

From the current point of view, the overall calligraphy of Zhixingtang is better.