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The old man stared at the calm young man in front of him.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong raised his eyelids slightly.

"Well, Jijiu, you are also very healthy, and you will surely shine for our academy and cultivate peaches and plums."

He turned to look at a small window that opened out of the back door.

Well, on the door of the back door, there are small windows that are opened in every school.

As far as Zhao Rong knows.

This should be the exclusive position for the old gentleman to 'supervise' the school.

Therefore, although the small window of the back door leaked air, no one blocked it.

Although the old Jijiu in front of him doesn't care much about the academy's affairs on weekdays, his hobby is to 'paddle' and fish on the nearby flat lake named Mochi.

But from time to time, when I am tired from fishing, the old man still likes to wander around in the academy and outside the various schools, and sometimes give a few fish to the schools that perform well.Well, then the fish will be back in the ink pool, alive and kicking, waiting for the next encounter...

As a result, sometimes when students and teachers are in class in the school, a head will suddenly appear in the small window of the back door, which can scare people.

It was like this when Zhao Rong first taught in Justice Hall.

Then, under the introduction of Gu Yiwu, I met this old Mr. Jijiu who likes to smile.

If you asked him why he was wandering around, he suddenly appeared on the small window.

The old Jijiu would touch his white beard, look up at the sky, and say with emotion:

The old man is looking at the future pillars of the academy.

At this moment, Zhao Rong thought for a while at the back door of the Reflexive Hall, and explained:

"Jijiu, there were some minor problems in the school just now..."

The old Jijiu waved his hand and cut him off.

The old man smiled and said: "It's okay, it's okay, Ziyu is the most trustworthy of me, you can handle it at your own discretion, don't worry about the old guy."

He reached out and patted the shoulder of the "pillar of the academy" in front of him, and nodded seriously.

Zhao Rong glanced at the warm big hand full of trust on his shoulder,

The corners of his mouth tugged slightly.

You seem to say this to every teacher and every student.

Zhao Rong complained in his heart.When he first met Jijiu, he was quite reserved and embarrassed to be so cordially valued, but within a few days he discovered...there are pillars of talent that old Jijiu valued everywhere.

Zhao Rong nodded, "Thank you for your trust in Jijiu."

It can be said in any book or story.

The old grandpa who likes to smile is usually a master who hides his identity.

Either the past was cheating, or the present is cheating, or the past, present, and future are cheating.

And according to Zhao Rong's conclusion, these old grandfathers will bring great enlightenment and inspiration to the practice or life of the Sons of Destiny.

And his gaze is like a torch, and he can tell at a glance that the protagonist is the protagonist, but it looks ordinary at present, but in fact, he is the only one who saves the Xuanhuang cultivation world.

Then add to his blue eyes and cultivate them carefully.

If necessary, the old man will be martyred to make the protagonist realize...

That's what Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu thought before, and for a while, the two of them often ran to find the old Jijiu to make friends.

Turns out... the competition is too fierce.

It turns out that almost half of the students in the Mochi Academy are very familiar with Lao Jijiu, and they are all getting close to...

In other words, there are quite a lot of Destined Children in our Mochi Academy.

At this moment.

The old Jijiu looked at Zhao Rong, his white eyebrows suddenly raised.

"By the way, there is a small matter. Mr. Xuezheng from the academy has come back recently, um, Ziyu, please pay attention."

Before the words were all finished, he twisted his waist and left with his hands behind his back.

The pace seems to be a little rushed.

Why did you suddenly talk to him about this? Also, Mr. Yan is also...meaning that the etiquette class in our straightforward class is about to start?

Tell him to pay attention?

Zhao Rong stood where he was, looking at the back of the old Jijiu leaving, his eyes were a little puzzled, but also curious.

He felt that he was very quiet in class, and he was not the kind of person who made troubles. If he was so low-key, he would provoke that Mr. Xuezheng.

Zhao Rong thought about it carefully, then shook his head.

Walked back to the candid hall.

He was about to raise his foot to bury himself in the door, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a strange woman standing in front of Yu Huaijin's desk in the lobby.

The school was extremely quiet, and everyone was sitting upright, looking at the woman who suddenly appeared with serious expressions at this moment.

This strange woman was somewhat similar to Yu Huaijin, they both held their hands.

She stood upright, like a statue of a god in a Confucian Temple, with a meticulous appearance.

At this moment, the strange woman looked down at Yu Huaijin who was carefully copying the word '正', and suddenly spoke.

"Xuanji, why did you copy this word? Who is punishing you?"

Zhao Rong outside the door couldn't help but stop, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, in the next second, all the students in the willful hall turned their heads and looked straight at him.

Zhao Rong: "..."

Chapter 3 A seven-foot man... Is it wrong to like to eat soft rice?

Zhao Rong knew this would be the case.

At this time, standing in front of the lobby door, he was about to take a step back to avoid the limelight a second ago, and slowly fell back to the original place.

Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, and glanced at the willful students who looked at him in unison.

What a group of good students who respect their teachers.

Never let him down in the matter of letting him down.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, facing the different gazes of everyone in the school at this time, he took a step forward as if nothing had happened, and stepped into the willful hall.

At the same time, he stared squarely at this strange woman who suddenly appeared but didn't look at him at the moment.

This is a middle-aged woman about 40 years old.

She has a good appearance, with a few hairlines on both sides of her nose, and it can be seen that she should have been quite beautiful when she was young.

It's a pity that the expression is too serious and serious, making it hard to get close to people.

With a straight face, he was even more rigid than Yu Huaijin.

The dress of this serious woman is very neat and rigorous, abiding by the Confucian system.

Zhao Rong even vaguely saw some small etiquette items on her body in a miscellaneous book on etiquette and dress.

So, at this time, the serious woman stood there, just like what Zhao Rong saw for the first time not long ago.

It's like an icon with strict rules and regulations in a Confucian temple.

People can't help but be in awe when they see it.

Zhao Rong took a serious look.

who is thisBig fish Huaijin?

Or Yu Huaijin's mother?

At this moment, at Yu Huaijin's desk.

One big and one small, two women with similar temperaments, neither of them went to see Zhao Rong.

The former looked down at Yu Huaijin, waiting for her answer.

Yu Huaijin, who was conscientiously copying the word "正" stroke by stroke, paused for a while and didn't answer.

She got up straight away, bowed her hands together, and saluted respectfully, "I've seen Mr. Meng."

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, looking at this strange woman who was also solemnly returning the courtesy.

She is Xuezheng of the Mochi Academy, and at the same time the etiquette teacher of the Willful Hall, the one who has been out for a while and has not returned?

Meng Zhengjun stretched out his hand to help, "Mystery, please. Who punished you and why? Also, isn't it the calligraphy class in your school?"

Yu Huaijin lowered her eyes and remained silent.

"Where's Zhu Yourong? You forgot to write again?"

Meng Zhengjun looked around, ignored everyone including Zhao Rong, and searched for the figure of a Confucian woman inside and outside the school.

After searching to no avail, she snorted coldly, and the nasolabial folds on her face deepened.

Afterwards, the serious woman who was in charge of the discipline of the six halls and was able to control the affairs of the academy waved her sleeves and sternly reprimanded:

"Hmph, if you don't want to teach, then don't teach. I'll tell the head of the mountain to withdraw this joke-like book art class. Don't waste the resources of the academy and play around with her!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole school fell silent.

No one dared to answer, they all pretended to be dumb.

But there are exceptions.

Yu Huaijin took a step back, saluted, raised her head, and said in a very serious tone, "Mr. Meng, teacher..."

Someone suddenly interrupted:

"She is indeed writing, um, Mr. Zhu should still be writing in Yilanxuan. But she is not absent from class, because this class is taught by me."

Zhao Rong stepped forward and spoke calmly.

Meng Zhengjun looked straight at him, "You? Who are you?"

Zhao Rong thought about it, and saluted seriously.

"I, Zhao Ziyu, is a new student in the Zhixingtang. She was loved by Mr. Zhu and was appointed as an assistant teacher in the Shuxingtang and Zhengyitang. During this time, she took classes on her behalf, so Mr. Zhu did not miss classes. I hope Mr. Meng will not misunderstand. "

Meng Zhengjun was silent for a while after hearing the words.

It's just that the nasolabial folds on the face are getting deeper.

The expression is like the carving on the cliff that has experienced wind and rain for thousands of years, and it remains unchanged.

She looked directly at Zhao Rong, and said softly:

"Zhao Ziyu, assistant teacher of calligraphy class, Zhu Yourong entrusted two schools to you."

Neither humble nor overbearing, Zhao Rong nodded, "Exactly."

Meng Zhengjun looked at him carefully, and suddenly said: "Xuanji is copying, did you punish him?"

Zhao Rong nodded again, "I am next."

He glanced at the old-fashioned young girl with downcast eyes and said, "If you do something wrong, you should be punished."

Meng Zhengjun closed his eyes slightly, and nodded slightly, "That's right, if you do something wrong, you should be punished."

Hearing her approval of the reconsideration, Zhao Rong raised his eyelids.

Sure enough, before he could think about it, Meng Zhengjun had already turned his head away.

This serious woman standing upright with her arms raised asked another old-fashioned girl standing beside her who was also standing upright with her small hands in her sleeves:

"Xuanji, your teaching assistant said that you should be punished for doing something wrong. Do you have anything to say?"

When Yu Huaijin heard this, she still looked calm.

At a certain moment, she turned her head to look at Zhao Rong.

Did not speak right away.

The whole willful hall will also be quiet together.