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Among them, Zhao Rong also found that there were quite a few classmates who really wrote well.

For example, Li Xueyou.

Zhao Rong admired the delicate and elegant calligraphy.

And some of the instructions in the comments, she should have read them carefully after she got them, and made progress every time.

Zhao Rong only felt that the writing was like a person, elegant and delicate...

For example, Yu Huaijin.

Although the calligrapher is too strong, but the foundation is really excellent, and he has learned a lot of Zhu Yourong's calligraphy.

There is no less hard training, but there are not too many problems in engineering.

If you can add some spirituality, that is, 'understanding', that would be even better.

It is no less than the finishing touch, but this is the most difficult part.

Zhao Rong felt that his words were like a person.

It's very 'Yu Huaijin' to be rigid and persistent...

Another example...Fan Yushu.

When Zhao Rong first met him, he discovered that this seemingly unreliable friend could also write handsome cursive script.

Fan Yushu's handwriting is quite chic and elegant, but also somewhat regular.

The pen is exquisite, but it is free and unrestrained within the law, which has the meaning of "cursive".

I don't know how this guy who doesn't even bother to copy his homework on weekdays got it.

Could it be that brother Yushu still has an unknown history of struggle?

Still a treasure boy.

As for whether it is the same as writing a love letter, it was practiced for that Miss Ye.

Zhao Rong felt that this possibility was quite low.

Because calligraphy, especially this good cursive script, is different from the well-behaved regular script, it needs to be practiced every day, and it is difficult to achieve it quickly

And as far as he knew, brother Yushu and that Miss Ye seemed to have a good relationship in the past.

Similar to him and Qingjun before, the kind of childhood sweetheart.

The gradual estrangement between the two seems to have only happened in recent years.

That's why he was a little surprised.

However, Zhao Rong remembered that Fan Yushu seemed to mention that when he was drinking, his family's thatched cottage shop had a big business on Wangquezhou Mountain, so...family style?

Zhao Rong shook his head lightly, thinking that he would ask Fan Yushu another day if he had a chance.

As for the words of the other students in the willful hall.

Brother Teng Ying and another introverted student in the hall who was said to be doing well academically, both of them can write well, and hard work after class must be indispensable.

Well, also, the handwriting written by Wu Peiliang's book boy is also quite good...

It should be a book boy, Zhao Rong thought.

Especially after he corrected the comments again and again and sent them down, until recently, the handed-in words are getting better and better...

This made Zhao Rong want to meet the book boy of Wu Peiliang's family...

In front of the desk, Zhao Rong laughed.

After a while, he continued to bury his head on the table, focusing on correcting the homework of the students in the Justice Hall.

Therefore, Zhao Rong felt that on the whole, the calligraphy of the students of the Willful Hall was better than that of the Zhengyi Hall.

But except for the few people who flashed through his mind just now, they are making rapid progress.

The progress of the candid hall as a whole is not as fast as that of the righteous hall.

And decide these.

It is attitude.

Night, quietly flowing.

All sounds are silent.

In Dongli Xiaozhu North House, the young Confucian scholar in front of the desk bowed his head and wrote quickly.

The height of the pile of desk paper and manuscripts gradually decreased, and the mountain of books was 'moved' to another place one by one.

A hand with ink stains on the back of the lamp held the scissors and cut off the candle wick again and again.

The young Confucian scholar immersed himself in writing, but occasionally he would fetch a certain apricot leaf after correcting a copy.

Quiet for a moment, and gently wrote on it some words to some old friends from far away.

Sometimes, he would slowly stop the pen in his hand and go to the window.

He raised his hand to support the window and raised his head slightly.

Quietly watching the bright moon gradually slanting to the west.

I don't know who I am thinking about.

……

Today seems to be a little different from the past.

In the past, the quiet morning was filled with some holiday-specific vitality today.

Lin Lu Academy became lively early in the morning.

On the main road, beside the trees, and in front of the mansion, the flow of people gradually increased.

It's just that the Mochi Academy in the southeast corner, the Willful Academy, is not like this.

In the early morning, the students of the Willful School gathered together.

Different from the hustle and bustle of other places on the holiday, the hall was full of students, and there was no sound.

Zhao Rong, who had arrived early and was waiting, stood on the podium.

With a calm expression, he tapped on the table with two fingers rhythmically, quietly looking at the students below.

Yu Huaijin was collecting the homework assigned yesterday during the banquet.

Except for Jia Tengying and other students who are usually honest and hardworking, most of the other students in the reckless hall are sullen.

It's just that among the students, there are not many who look tired.

These tired-looking students included Li Xueyou. She raised her sore wrist and while rubbing it, she handed Senior Yu the 'a little homework' that someone had in her mouth.

A 'yong' word, a thousand times.

Completed overnight, a little rushed.

Especially for serious writers.

It is easier to fool people who write casually.

Of course, there are also some students with cultivation bases who can write a thousand words seriously and still look as usual, but they are only a minority.

Zhao Rong had a calm expression, but he was quietly paying attention to the expressions of everyone in the audience.

Many things, he has already understood before he saw the homework handed in.

It's just that after Zhao Rong observed it, he was a little pessimistic.

In addition to estimating the effect of completing this homework.

He also found that most of these willful students in the audience looked unhappy,

You don't need to think about it, it should be because of today's make-up class.

Zhao Rong noticed some 'dangerous' sights.

Feeling a little embarrassed.

After all, even if the young dragon slayer becomes an evil dragon, he has to go through a process of adaptation, right?

For the first time, he gave the students make-up lessons on a holiday, and he also suffered a little bit of conscience.

Thinking about explaining something like 'I'm doing it for your own good'.

Or give some encouragement, give them some blood or something, and ease the atmosphere in the school.

By the way, Senior Yu, you lead the reckless hall to meet the mid-month exam, don't you have a slogan or something, or sir, I will give you the whole thing?

Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at Yu Huaijin.

As usual, she still had a straight face, but she hadn't said a word since she entered the door just now.

I don't know this Senior Yu, because today is a special day - there are so many days in every month.

Well, it's a holiday.

Or because I wanted to make up lessons for him, but he made up the lessons...

However, when Zhao Rong thought of the 'attitude' problem he discovered when correcting his willful homework in the past few days.

He pursed his lips, and suddenly said:

"From today until the mid-month exam, we will take the book art class in a different way. I won't take you out for a trip anymore. Let's just stay in the school and practice calligraphy, and focus on engineering. I will accompany you and watch from the side..."

Straightforward students, you look at me, and I look at you.

Exchange glances.

Wu Peiliang pursed his lips and shook his head, it would have been better if you couldn't have taught me this way, wasting so much time.

As a result, the exam is about to take place now...it feels the same with you or without you.

However, although many students thought this way, they felt that Zhao Rong was hiding the secret technique of how to write good characters before, fearing that they would be learned, so he took them around.

However, when I think about the calligraphy class in the future, I can no longer go out and play like a wind.

Many students were still a little disappointed.

Zhao Rong glanced around, taking in everyone's expressions.

He shook his head slightly, but didn't say anything, turned around and smiled:

"Xuanji, is everyone here?"

Yu Huaijin nodded, and put the collected homework on the long table of the podium.

There was a muffled bang, and there was a thick stack of paper manuscripts.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and put it away, he was busy again...

Secretly let out a breath, raised the corners of his mouth, smiled gently, and said to the students:

"Let's go to class then."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Ronggang wanted to make a move.

All of a sudden, the originally open and bright hall was darkened.

The light was blocked by something in front of the gate.

In the hall, Zhao Rong was startled.

From the corner of my eye, there seemed to be a slender figure there.

Together with the students in the audience, he turned his head to look.

Zhao Rong raised his brows.

It was the only Sima I met in front of the library yesterday, the seed of reading in Linlu Academy.

At the gate, Sima's only sleepy eyes searched the hall.

"Brother Sima!"

The willful student said in surprise.

Sima Duyi nodded slightly, and then, ignoring everyone, he went straight to the seat of Li Xueyou who was slightly stunned.

"Brother Duyi, why are you here?"