i have a sword fairy

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He paused, politely and curiously asked: "Have you eaten all?"

The students around looked at each other, and after a few glances, many of them coughed and returned the salute one after another.

"Brother Zhao, I have been admiring you for a long time."

"Eat it, thank you Brother Zhao for your concern."

"Brother Zhao is too polite..."

They replied one after another.

Zhao Rong nodded reassuringly, and saluted again.

Then he smiled and turned his head, and continued to lead Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying forward.

But then, Zhao Rong's soliloquy was picked up by the wind and reached the ears of everyone behind.

"It's early in the morning, so I'm full."

Mochi students: "..."

In front, Fan Yushu was amused when he heard the words, and joked to Zhao Rong beside him:

"Ziyu, it looks like you've become a celebrity in our academy."

Zhao Rong nodded in agreement, "Thanks to you."

Fan Yushu coughed lightly and changed the subject.

He suddenly thought of something, "By the way, Ziyu, wait a moment for the second economics and arts class, have you finished the difficult homework assigned by your husband?"

Zhao Rong nodded casually while thinking about the calligraphy class.

Fan Yushu said happily: "That's great, I knew I couldn't help my Ziyu, give me a reference."

Zhao Rong looked at him and said sincerely: "Brother Yushu, mine may not be right."

Fan Yushu waved his hand, "It's okay if you make a mistake, copy it for me."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Jia Tengying: "..."

Zhao Rong looked at Fan Yushu and nodded seriously.

It felt like this was the most dog-licking thing he had ever heard in his life.

As expected of you, Brother Yushu.

Zhao Rong's tone was half speechless, half worried, "All right, but remember to change a few words... Don't forget the name too."

Soon.

In the early morning, the first calligraphy class in the straightforward classroom begins.

Zhao Rong walked up to the podium with ease, met the eyes below, and said softly:

"Students, there are still a few days before the mid-month exam. If we don't be afraid...don't be afraid...forget it, the chicken soup will be poured later, and I will talk about the homework you handed in."

Zhao Rong shook his head, and took out a stack of papers from his sleeve.

He stepped down from the stage, rolled out the papers one by one, and at the same time patiently reviewed them.

Zhao Rong was the first to come to Li Xueyou and handed over the paper.

He smiled and said: "Brother Xueyou's lower case script is delicate and delicate, and it improves every time. The writing is just like the person, very good."

When Li Xueyou heard this, she blushed and lowered her head.

He responded softly.

Seeing her shy look, Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, then walked to Fan Yushu's table and handed over the paper.

He gave Fan Yushu a serious look.

"Brother Yushu's cursive script is good, chic and elegant, but also regular. The mid-month exam, Mr. Zhu's assessment, does not limit the font. Brother Yushu's current cursive script is already good. By the way, how did you practice? You used to write Cursive?"

The students around the headstrong school were quite surprised when they heard this, and many of them looked suspicious.

Fan Yushu blinked, ignoring the gazes of the people around him.

He said with a cynical smile: "Ziyu, didn't you just say that the words are like a person, so my words, um."

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly, he nodded at Fan Yushu who was winking, and then walked towards another person.

Then, like this, he launched the paper in the school.

Comment on each student.

But almost all of them were praise and encouragement. Although some words did not meet the standard, Zhao Rong had his own thoughts.

He mainly encouraged them, and did not discourage them, after all, the assessment was coming soon.

But, for some people it is an exception.

For example, Yu Huaijin, because Zhao Rong has extremely high demands on him.

"Brother Fish."

Zhao Rong walked to Yu Huaijin's seat and called softly.

Yu Huaijin remained the same, raising her head with a calm expression.

The two looked at each other.

Zhao Rong took a few glances at her and remembered what happened in the landscape painting dream a few nights ago.

But he didn't mention it.

And he seemed to look at Yu Huaijin in the same way.

As if nothing happened.

Zhao Rong frowned, handed the paper to her, and said seriously at the same time:

"Your handwriting isn't good enough, it's not good enough, it's too ingenious. Calligraphy is not practiced like yours. I have corrected it many times before. Don't write so rigidly and seriously, just focus your eyes, otherwise it's too late... ..."

Zhao Rong took the trouble to repeat the truth that has been said countless times before.

Yu Huaijin also listened with a serious expression.

It's just that Zhao Rong took a few glances at her and felt that it was probably still the same as before.

I listened to it, but it was hard to change.

Zhao Rong shook his head in his heart, then nodded and said, "Brother Yu, let's encourage each other."

Yu Huaijin saluted him.

Zhao Rong returned the salute and walked away.

After about a stick of incense, Zhao Rong finished handing out almost all the papers of the willful students, except for one person.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at Wu Peiliang who was not far away with an indifferent expression.

He smiled, walked over, and handed the last paper to Wu Peiliang.

"This word is written very well, and it can be ranked at the forefront of the candid hall."

Zhao Rong spoke seriously.

Wu Peiliang nodded with a smile, arched his hands, and looked at the students around him with a smile, "Mr. Zhao is polite."

Zhao Rong also smiled and waved his hands, "You're not welcome, it's the truth."

He sighed softly, "Brother Wu's book boy has really made great progress, why don't you invite him to the school some other day, and take classes with Brother Wu, so that I can get to know each other."

Wu Peiliang's smile froze.

The students in the willful hall looked strange.

Chapter 3 Tzuyu, pay attention

After Zhao Rong's voice fell.

The atmosphere in the whimsical hall is a bit weird.

The students were all looking at Wu Peiliang with a stiff expression, and their eyes gradually became weird.

Let the little book boy help with homework, um, some students here have not done it before.

Be quiet and you'll be fine if you don't get caught.

It's just that the current situation... the students of the Willful School have never encountered it before.

Shutong can write better than you?

Let 'Mr. Zhao' be full of praise?

Good guy, it seems that the book boy is too good and it's not good.

Many students secretly took it as a warning in their hearts.

Zhao Rong didn't look at Wu Peiliang's embarrassing expression, which probably made him feel embarrassed. He looked down at the homework written by the book boy, and shook his head, feeling a little regretful.

"Puchi~"

In the school, I don't know who took the lead, and laughed out loud.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Hahahaha...cough cough, hahaha..."

There was a burst of laughter.

The willful hall was immediately filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Wu Peiliang's face turned pale, and he lowered his head.

Zhao Rong frowned and turned his head to look around.

Yu Huaijin got up and said with a serious face, "Shut up!"

The laughter suddenly fell, and then quickly quieted down.

Zhao Rong glanced at Wu Peiliang's face, and said softly:

"Since it's you sitting here, not your school boy, then this homework is not yours."

He paused, glanced at the scenery outside the window, and pondered:

"One hundred times, copy this homework one hundred times, and hand it to me in three days. I know your handwriting, so don't play tricks again."

Wu Peiliang, who was blushing, opened his eyes, clutching a thick stack of homework papers in his hand.

He raised his head sharply and stared over.

Zhao Rong folded his hands and looked at Wu Peiliang with a calm expression.

Wu Peiliang squeezed out a few words between his teeth, and said in a low voice, "Zhao...Mr. Zhao, don't bully people too much, the big exam is coming soon, a hundred times? At most one time, I don't want to waste time on this."

Zhao Rong raised his hand and shook his sleeves.

The wide sleeves slid down with his wrist, and at the same time, two straight and slender fingers were exposed, standing in front of Wu Peiliang.

Zhao Rong did not speak.

Seeing this, the students around couldn't help but take a deep breath.

it goes without saying.

Two hundred times.

Wu Peiliang kept his waist straight, "You!"

In front of him, someone raised another finger, no, there was another one that was stretched slowly, it was two more fingers.

Zhao Rong raised four fingers with a calm expression.

super double.

Four hundred times.

Wu Peiliang: "..."