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"Hmph, Mr. Zhao Da is so ruthless, is he taking himself too seriously? He doesn't take me and your classmates too seriously!"

As soon as the words fell, most of the students who came with Wu Peiliang were unhappy.

Just like what Wu Peiliang said, whether it's Zhao Rong's calligraphy class, or the daily conflict between Zhao Rong and Wu Peiliang.

Most of them follow and watch obediently.

Because these are all based on the basis of benefiting the results of the exam, and at least not hindering the exam.

This is also the collective sense of honor that Yu Huaijin has always created.

But right now, there is a conflict between Zhao Rong and Wu Peiliang.

When the big exam is approaching, the students seem to have already affected the results of the big exam due to one party's self-willedness.

Because Wu Peiliang ranked among the top in the two major exams in the past.

at this time.

The students of the willful hall looked aggressively at Zhao Rong who threw their manuscripts casually.

Wait for him to give a reasonable explanation.

just.

What Wu Peiliang and others never expected was that.

Zhao Rong, who had been silent all this time, looked at them with weird eyes.

Then he nodded without even thinking about it, and agreed with Wu Peiliang's words just now.

"Well. You..." Zhao Rong looked at the people in front of him, and said without any tact: "It's really not good."

Wu Peiliang: "???"

Straightforward students: "..."

Wu Peiliang wondered if he had heard it wrong, why is this guy in front of him so dragged?Why are you so dragged?How dare you pull like that? !

He snapped, "You..."

"To shut up."

Zhao Rongning frowned and interrupted.

Wu Peiliang choked on his words,

Zhao Rong rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, clenched his right fist and placed it horizontally in front of his abdomen.

He suddenly asked, "How old are you?"

Wu Peiliang opened his eyes and blushed.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, then shook his head and explained, "Oh, I mean, every time you have a big test, in this willful hall, where can you rank?"

Only then did Wu Peiliang let out a foul breath.

But for this question, he sneered and said nothing.

Disdain to answer.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong looked serious: "First?"

Wu Peiliang snorted softly, but didn't answer the question he asked knowingly.

I don't know if the guy in front of me is real or fake.

With Yu Huaijin here, except for calligraphy, she has perfect marks in almost all subjects, who dares to be the number one in the straightforward class?

Zhao Rong's tone was still hopeful, "Second?"

Wu Peiliang frowned slightly, but still didn't speak.

Zhao Rong's way of asking made him feel a little uncomfortable.

However, Wu Peiliang's true ranking is also approaching.

In the two major exams, his best one was third. However, he made a small mistake in the last major exam and was only fourth.

At this time, Wu Peiliang snorted again.

Immediately, he raised his chin slightly, glanced at Zhao Rong with some pride, and waited for the correct answer that Zhao Rong guessed by exclusion method, which was already close.

"Not even a second child." Zhao Rong shook his head, his tone disappointed, "Brother Wu...is that all?"

Wu Peiliang's old face darkened.

What do you mean you don't even have a second child!

Can you pay attention to your wording, why is it like swearing?

It was the same when I asked him how old he was just now.

and also……

Wu Peiliang opened his eyes wide and carefully looked at Zhao Rong's regretful expression.

He took a deep breath.

The students behind him couldn't help being speechless when they heard Zhao Rong's regretful tone and saw this scene again.

Hiss, it's so hard to let you pretend all by yourself.

Good guy, why can't you, pretend to be the first?

Wu Peiliang couldn't restrain his anger.

As the number one student in the six classes, the top three or four students in the examination results, in the eyes of you, a special student 'Mr. Zhao Da', you don't even have the qualifications to be promoted, right?

At this time, the willful hall became strangely quiet.

Whether it is the students who came to stand with Wu Peiliang, or the students who quietly watched this place from their seats.

They all fell silent.

All eyes fell on the young student with a calm face.

Zhao Rong got the answer he wanted to know from the reactions of everyone.

"I thought... how powerful it is." He shook his head, ignored the dissatisfaction of the people around him, and sighed to himself.

Wu Peiliang: "Zhao Ziyu! You..."

"Let's leave you, what are you?" Zhao Rong interrupted with a curl of his lips.

He said indifferently: "Okay, if there is no second child, there will be no second child, as long as you can make do."

Wu Peiliang's face turned into a pig's liver, but he quickly reacted, suppressed his anger, and tried to calm his face.

Don't be angry, whoever gets the fuck out of his way first loses.

"Hehe, Mr. Zhao Da is really loud."

"Don't cry, it's not big, you'll know it after you try it." Zhao Rong thought for a while, then chuckled, "I'm talking about tone."

Wu Peiliang: "..."

Zhao Rong put down his rolled-up sleeves, restrained his expression, and said directly: "Since Brother Wu is so confident, and he is not too ostentatious, he can let other students help copy the books, um, then let's... let's touch each other."

He paused for a while, as if he remembered something, and smiled and added a second sentence that would be common in such occasions.

"Don't be cowardly, whoever coaxes the grandson."

Wu Peiliang narrowed his eyes when he heard the words, and carefully looked at Zhao Rong who spoke calmly.

Some wondered if he had heard it wrong.

This is to...bet with him?

Wu Peiliang laughed angrily.

"Hehe, I didn't expect Mr. Zhao Da to be a hidden master, right? It's just the first time I've seen you pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger like you, haha, tell me first What kind of touch?"

Even so, Wu Peiliang did not relax his vigilance in his heart, and kept thinking about the strength that this harmless man in front of him had already shown.

If Zhao Rong proposed to compare the results of the major examination of calligraphy, he would never agree to it like a fool.

Although Zhao Rong became a calligraphy teacher, Wu Peiliang was upset.

But after being slapped in the face once, he still has a rational understanding of which of the two calligraphy is better.

It's not the villain in the best-selling novel in the bookstore outside the academy gate, who was beaten on the left cheek and put on the right cheek.

In addition, in the past, Wu Peiliang also re-examined some aspects of Zhao Rong that he despised.

Just when Wu Peiliang's thoughts changed sharply.

Zhao Rong also smiled, showing his clean and dazzling white teeth, "Brother Wu is most proud of what the students value most, we will 'touch' whatever. So, it's simpler than this mid-month exam, Confucianism seven The overall score of Art! How is it?"

Wu Peiliang narrowed his eyes, and didn't agree immediately, but looked up and down the calm Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong also seemed to see what Wu Peiliang was thinking, and nodded slightly.

"Well, I would like to advise Brother Wu to think about it more, you must think carefully, heh, think about whether I am bluffing, deliberately defrauding you, or using tricks to provoke you, and your thinking should be more divergent Some, don't miss it, and the result is unclear."

Wu Peiliang waved suddenly.

"No need to say much, just bet on it, hum, I just wanted to prevent you from playing word games, so I thought about it, hehe, this big exam, the overall score of the seven arts of Confucianism, right? That's better than this, let's set it first , the one with the highest total score and the highest ranking wins, don't play any language traps. Also, what are you going to bet with me?"

Zhao Rong's eyelids drooped slightly, "The one with the highest score wins, isn't this nonsense."

He shook his head, then casually stretched out his hand, pointing to the paper manuscript that had just been discarded in the pile of debris.

"Two hundred times of fine copying, you can just copy it again. This time, write me honestly, word by word. Oh, by the way, the school boy who has been doing your homework for you before also brought me a look." Look."

Zhao Rong's tone was lazy.

Wu Peiliang clenched his fist, and said in a relaxed tone: "Okay, very good, that's fine. But do you have something that I can bet on?"

Zhao Rong glanced at him.

"Haven't you been dissatisfied with the position of teaching assistant in this calligraphy class? Well, if you get a high score, I will give you the position of teaching assistant in calligraphy."

Zhao Rong paused, and added: "Oh, by the way, and, haven't you guys been discussing the taste of Zhengguan well water in private, maybe you have a chance to taste it."

Wu Peiliang's eyes brightened slightly, but he quickly suppressed the urge to agree.

About Zhao Rong drinking water from Zhengguan well in Zhu Yourong's class before, there has been an uproar among the six students in the past few days.

Even many academy scholars had heard about this incident, and they secretly said that this junior brother was lucky, and couldn't help being a little envious.

Therefore, during that time, the Mochi students were all looking forward to Zhu Yourong's calligraphy class, hoping that after they performed outstandingly, they could be rewarded with Zhengguanjingshui.

It's just a pity that the first time Zhu Yourong took out Zhengguan well water as a reward that day, it also became the last time.

It was never taken out again after that.

This also made the Mochi students regret again and again.

However, there are also rumors that a certain person, as an assistant teacher in the book art class, is favored by Zhu Yourong, and he often goes to Yilanxuan as a guest, and he can often drink tea made from Zhengguanjing water.

This kind of enviable thing is also one of the reasons why Wu Peiliang and other students looked at Zhao Rong unhappy.

However, right now, the opportunity to replace Zhao Rong's teaching assistant in the calligraphy class is at hand.

However, Wu Peiliang temporarily suppressed his enthusiasm and thought calmly.

In fact, no matter what he thinks at this moment, he can't figure out how Zhao Rong dared to compete with him in the overall performance of the seven Confucian arts.

At present, according to Wu Peiliang's observation.

Zhao Rong's music art is a short version, and it doesn't look like it's faked.

But Wu Peiliang did not underestimate the enemy.

If it's just that his grades in Le Yi are not good, Zhao Rong may turn his game to the limit.

After all, in the subject of calligraphy, Wu Peiliang could almost predict that Zhao Rong could get a perfect score.

This can also make up for the shortcomings of his music skills to a certain extent.

But even so, it would be extremely difficult for Zhao Rong to beat him, unless the other subjects were all abnormally close to full marks, just like Yu Huaijin.

Although this is almost impossible to achieve.

Not to mention, Zhao Rong's current situation is even more impossible.

Wu Peiliang sneered in his heart.