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So Zhao Rong can be regarded as having many distant and rich relatives, but the bonus is not great.

There are so many "rulers" that everyone defaults to, and it is difficult to repeat them one by one.

But Zhao Rong had already gone through this set of unwritten procedures when he came to Zhixingtang on the first day.

Only he didn't realize it.

In the minds of the students of the Willful Hall, the position of the student surnamed 'Zhao' is roughly the same as that of the honest man Jia Tengying. Well, even the assignment, they all live in the same courtyard of the school dormitory.

It is very suitable.

However, Jia Tengying's studies are good, but the background of Mudleg makes some students stay away.

And Zhao Rong, after entering the whimsical hall, got close to Fan Yushu, and "troubled" in the music class.

The "class status" in the hearts of most students has been declining before.

If it wasn't for the reversal of the impression that surprised everyone in the calligraphy class, and the favor of that extremely popular Confucian woman...

However, even if Zhao Rong has been an assistant teacher in the book art class, the impression in the hearts of most students has not changed much.

On the contrary, because of the sudden change of 'class status', some students were slightly uncomfortable, or unhappy, such as Wu Peiliang.

Because of academics, there are many unruly students like Zhao Rong who are extremely brilliant in single subjects.

It's just that the degrees are different. For example, Li Xueyou's chess skills are very good, not far from Yu Huaijin.

However, Zhao Rong is a bit outrageous in calligraphy...

The simplest comparison is Yu Huaijin, who is riding a horse. She has always firmly grasped the first level of Qiyi.

But now the book art is number one, don't think about it, it must be lost.

This is also unprecedented for the competitive Yu Huaijin, even for the art of calligraphy, which is actually novel to everyone.

It's just that this kind of 'unprecedented' ability to defeat Senior Yu was originally what Wu Peiliang planned to achieve, and it was also what Han Wenfu of the monastery hall aspired to achieve.

But now... was snatched away by that harmless-looking guy on the podium.

From this, we can roughly understand why Wu Peiliang is always displeased with Zhao Rong, and often jumps out to fight against him.

This was the impression that Zhao Rong had in the minds of the students in the Willful Hall before today.

In fact, this is also the two words that Zhao Rong has been watching silently before, and summed up in his heart these days.

bias.

And Zhao Rong thought it would be appropriate for him to change another word.

arrogant.

The arrogance of the mountain people.

It's just that, in Zhao Rong's eyes, this world, this era, is as inevitable as his status as a son-in-law.

However, what many people in this world do not know is that some people are born to break these 'circles' and 'rulers', arrogance and prejudice, and exist...

At this moment, the same is true for the students in the whimsical hall of Mochi Academy.

What they are thinking about now is the relationship between Mr. Yan and Zhao Rong.

Before, I thought it was the same as Fan Yushu, because of his good luck, he was given a place for a special student.

But what did Li Jinshu's words mean?

That Mr. Yan seemed to value Zhao Rong very much, and he was the first one to talk about when he held a private bass feast?

And when Li Jinshu came over just now, he just invited Zhao Rong to go alone, and didn't ask Fan Yushu to go with him.

Some students couldn't help but look sideways, and looked at Fan Yushu in the last row, and saw that he was looking at the embarrassing 'Pei Niang' with a smile on his face, not dissatisfied with Mr. Yan's different treatment, on the contrary, Looks a little... It should be taken for granted?

These quick-minded students couldn't help but be amazed.

If this is the case, and he can get the extra favor of the two academy gentlemen, then even if his grades are not outstanding in the apprenticeship ceremony a year later, not to mention the apprentice, it will not be easy to become a well-regulated apprentice.

Although Mr. Zhu's so-called calligraphy, Confucianism and Taoism are somewhat unreliable, it is said that there is a lot of controversy among scholars in the academy.

But what Mr. Yan taught was Confucianism, Confucianism and Taoism, the real way of life.

Among the seven schools of art, only two schools of arts are great arts. The gentlemen of the academies who teach scriptures and poems are fiercely competing for the number of personal disciples under their sects. .

At this moment, many eyes were fixed on the face of the young Confucian scholar on the podium.

Zhao Rong was looking at the door for a while, and Wu Peiliang for a while.

He blinked lightly, with a little expectation on his expression, and he didn't care about the complicated gazes of other students.

In the middle of the willful hall, Wu Peiliang still had a stiff smile on his face.

It seems to be trying to muddle through.

No one spoke first to break the silence, and the air in the whimsical hall fell silent.

At this moment.

Someone moved.

But he was the only Sima who had been silently watching the farce in the school.

I saw him nodded slightly.

Then he said softly to Li Xueyou, who looked nervous, "I'll see you after class, to visit my uncle."

Li Xueyou nodded vigorously, tied her ponytail behind her head, and relaxed.

Sima Duyi suddenly turned his head, cupped his hands towards Zhao Rong who was on the podium, then turned around and walked towards the door, his movements were still not in a hurry.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

"Brother Sima, get out of class is over at six o'clock."

He turned to his sleeve and reminded softly.

Sima Duyi kept walking and nodded slightly.

The tense atmosphere in the willful hall suddenly relaxed.

Many students took a breath and exchanged glances with their heads tilted.

Especially Wu Peiliang, took the opportunity to put away his stiff smile, licked his lips, and turned his eyes away from the podium, not looking at the young Confucian scholar who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Zhao Rong was actually a little regretful.

Originally, he wanted to wait for Wu Peiliang to say a few more blunt words, to see if there were other 'busy things' that he didn't know about.

But it seems that no one is a fool, especially Wu Peiliang, he looks very clever, he doesn't say a word, embarrassment is embarrassment, it's better than being slapped in the face again... right?

Zhao Rong smiled and built a step for him.

"Brother Wu, is there anything else? If not, can you sit back on your little bench first, we have lost a lot of time, and it's time to start class."

Wu Peiliang choked out a sentence, "No, no, thank you, Mr. Zhao."

Before he finished speaking, he was already walking quickly to his seat with his hands downcast, meeting the gazes of different classmates along the way.

Zhao Rong exhaled lightly, and looked away from the back of Wu Peiliang who had returned with a broken halberd.

He tilted his head, looked past the back of Sima Duyi who was walking to the door and was about to leave, and looked at the sun outside.

The young Confucian scholar frowned slightly. After some delay, it was getting late, and the autumn morning was already short.

Zhao Rong shook his head, and reached out to pick up the homework of the students on the long table.

"Excuse me, Zhao Ziyu, the frank Tang, is there?"

Suddenly, a strange male voice came from outside the door again.

Echoed in the willful hall.

The originally lively school fell silent again.

The students of the willful class looked at the person on the podium immediately.

Li Xueyou opened her mouth slightly.

Mr. Zhao is really busy.

Wu Peiliang, who had just touched the stool with his ass, almost jumped up, and secretly said that it was dangerous!

Beside the gate, Sima Duyi's footsteps had already stopped. Hearing the man's words, he opened his eyes slightly, as if he had woken up.

It's not that Sima Duyi doesn't know this guy, on the contrary, he sees him often, because they are all the same kind of people in the academy.

On the podium in the school, Zhao Rong stopped stretching his hand and raised his eyelids.

This voice was clear but somewhat magnetic... He didn't recognize it!

Zhao Rong withdrew his hand, straightened his back, and turned his head.

Outside the door, under the autumn sun, there was a refined young man with a smile on his lips, walking in the direction of the slanting sunlight.

Chapter 289 Are you also looking for Zhao Ziyu?

In Zhao Rong's vision, the slanting sun was dazzling.

Therefore, when the man walked along the setting sun, his figure was a little dark.

However, this young man seems to have a strange affinity, his appearance is not outstanding, he is just fair, but the smile on the corner of his mouth always makes people unconsciously focus on his face.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly.

Finally, he saw who was coming.

He really didn't know it, nor had he seen it.

This person was dressed in light blue ordinary clothes, with a jade bib hanging around his waist, simple and elegant clothes, and a headscarf, but he was not meticulous. On the contrary, a lot of black hair hung down in a mess and was not fastened.

It gave Zhao Rong the feeling that he was living in the house for several days, and when he wanted to go out once in a while, he wore a scarf and tied his hair casually while walking.

Casual but not sloppy, but somewhat refined.

The smile on the corner of Gein's mouth seems to tell you that those little things are not important, don't worry about them.

This is self-confidence.

Zhao Rong smiled.

The elegant young man nodded to Sima Du, and then walked straight past him, standing in front of the door of the candid hall, and glanced at the students with different expressions in the hall.

As if with a tacit understanding, his eyes quickly left the students in green jackets, and locked on the podium, the young Confucian student who seemed to be a gentleman in ordinary autumn clothes.

At this moment, I just saw the strange smile written on Zhao Rong's face.

The elegant young man smiled even wider.

The two looked at each other.

"Zhao Ziyu?"

"Exactly, your Excellency?"

"Yang Wuwei."

Zhao Rong smiled, "Why not, Youwei?"

Yang Wuwei smiled, "If you don't dare to do something, it's better to do nothing."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Good."

Yang Wuwei suddenly said: "The official history may not be all reliable, and the unofficial history may not be all unfounded. Choose from a high level of knowledge?"

Zhao Rong didn't speak, but took a serious look at this elegant young man.

Yang Wuwei Shi Shiran saluted.

Zhao Rong turned around and returned the salute.

Yang Wuwei turned his body sideways to make room for the gate, and gestured to Zhao Rong with his eyes.

The latter nodded slightly, then shook his head slightly.

Yang Wuwei turned his head to look at the students under the podium, and then at the objects on the long table in front of Zhao Rong.

He raised his eyebrows and saluted Zhao Rong again.

Zhao Rong returned the gift.