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However, Senior Yu seemed to have seen the "high enthusiasm" of his students for the mid-month exam, so apart from anything else, he was very considerate and invited them Mr. Zhu.

Not long ago, Yu Huaijin called them to the reckless hall to gather, and after announcing the make-up lessons to them happily, the expressions on everyone's faces were very exciting...

At this moment, in the willful hall, the setting sun slanted towards the door, Yu Huaijin, who stepped down from the podium, glanced calmly at the students who were 'sitting upright', and nodded slightly.

"Huaijin, are you all here?"

The woman in the Confucian shirt who was standing with her back in front of the blackboard, pasting calligraphy and copybooks, asked casually out of habit.

Yu Huaijin paused, and glanced at a small table that was vacant at the back of the school.

On the small table, before someone left, he tidied up the books, pens, paper and inkstone.

"Mr. Ben, there is still one person short, the assessment is needed, and he is not in the academy..."

The woman in the Confucian shirt nodded and interrupted: "Oh, I know, he should only be here for two days... It's okay, Huaijin, go down, let's start the class, sir, I will tell you something today..."

"Yes."

Yu Huaijin and many students in the audience couldn't help but take another look at Mr. Zhu's beautiful figure on the stage.

How do you know so clearly...

Yu Huaijin returned to the seat in the front row, the lobby became quiet, and this evening's remedial calligraphy class began without a hitch...

In the middle of making up lessons.

Once, in the middle of a lecture, a quiet and intellectual woman in Confucian shirt on the stage lowered her head to grab a pen on the table, wrote a word, and asked casually: "I have just talked so much, this 'ancient' character, can anyone write it?" , Write some new ideas that are not rigid."

Except for Senior Yu, who is very active, everyone in the audience is of course quiet and not showing off.

And Yu Huaijin, the 'Three Good Students' in the front row, just couldn't do it right now, so she listened intently.

Zhu Yourong gently put down the pen, lowered her head and said softly, "Is there no one, then I'll whip someone up..."

The teachers showed traditional performing arts, and all the students shrank their heads.

"Yeah Ziyu..." The woman in Confucian shirt subconsciously yelled two words, and she wanted to raise her head to look somewhere behind the lobby with a chuckle, but the movement of raising her head suddenly stopped halfway, and so did her voice.

All the nervous students in the audience were stunned for a moment, and then all of them turned their eyes to the woman who was stuck on the stage.

The atmosphere in the school became silent.

Everyone's eyes are not right.

"... Oh." Zhu Yourong, who bowed his head, paused for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Ziyu... the student next to him came up and wrote this word."

Her expression was as usual, as if she didn't notice the strange sights from all around, she continued to raise her head to look in the direction of the empty seat in the back row of the school.

"...???"

A student surnamed Fan: I don’t deserve a name?

He, who was next to Zhao Rong, his face froze when he was smiling like a flower, and a big word 'Danger' faintly appeared on his forehead.

Zhu Yourong smiled elegantly and nodded towards him.

A student surnamed Fan reluctantly stood up with his hands on the table, and looked sadly at the empty seat next to him before leaving.

Then Fan Yushu came up to the stage with his head full of black lines under the eyes of all the students holding back their laughter...

In the front row, Yu Huaijin looked away from Fan Yushu who was passing by.

She shook her head lightly, then glanced sideways at the woman in Confucian shirt who continued to write with her head down as if nothing had happened.

……

Along with the familiar morning bell and evening drum sound from the distant mountains and forests.

This book art remedial class was over, and the quiet and serious atmosphere dissipated immediately.

Drowsy students, such as Fan Yushu, burst out with boundless energy and jumped up.

Serious and rigorous students such as Yu Huaijin quietly packed up their notebooks and copybooks, and some studious students would go to the stage to ask that gentle lady for advice on writing.

There was a chaotic sound of seat collisions and laughter in the willful hall, and the students met together and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a lot of footsteps and heated discussions suddenly came from the corridor outside the academy.

The first few students who walked out of the Willful Hall went back and forth with their small bookcases, poked their heads into the entrance, and said with a smile: "Meng Xuezheng is back, and they came back with Senior Gu from the Justice Hall. It should be that the assessment at the foot of the mountain is over. ..."

The voice in the willful hall became quieter, and many students glanced at someone's empty seat in the back row, and some students, such as Yu Huaijin and Li Xueyou couldn't help but look at the people on the podium who were busy packing their things. Confucian shirt woman.

The woman in Confucian shirt focused on arranging the paper, ink, brushes and inkstones on the table, her plain hands were whiter than white paper, and she was folding the open copybook in an orderly manner.

She moves slowly and with the same grace as usual.

He didn't seem to hear the sound of someone returning from the door, didn't notice the eyes of Yu Huaijin and others, and went about his own business.

More than half of the students in the headstrong hall couldn't help rushing to the door, curious to see the excitement outside.

"Hey, Ziyu is back?"

Fan Yushu was stunned for a moment, and then he slapped the table a little annoyed, "Damn it, I have to treat him to dinner. Mr. Zhu obviously named him, but in the end it was my son who suffered... the same thing happened with younger sister Su and Fairy Zhao when they came last time." ..."

He and Jia Tengying exchanged glances, then got up together and went outside to look for a certain mobile meal ticket.

Yu Huaijin sat in her original position for a while, glanced at the slow and undisturbed teacher, then got up and joined the crowd of spectators.

As a result, the lobby became empty, and almost only an elegant and intellectual female gentleman was left alone, slowly tidying up the desks.

Zhu Yourong lowered his head and put away a copybook, raised his hand and raised his little finger, and brushed a strand of hair behind his ear.

She did not look up to look beyond the door.

However, at a certain moment, upon hearing the movement from outside, the corners of the Confucian-clothed woman's lips curled up happily.

The bustle outside became louder and louder, and students from various schools went out to watch the excitement.

Not long after, in the reckless hall, Zhu Yourong finished clearing the table and case, patted Su's hand lightly, but waited quietly on the podium for a while, not in a hurry.

When the sound of footsteps and lively noises moving along the long corridor outside began to pass by the entrance of the candid hall, a certain calm woman in Confucian shirt moved.

Her husband lowered his lips, then picked up the thick stack of uncorrected homework again, rolled it in his hand, and patted it again, as if weighing its heavy workload.

He seemed to pack up and prepare to leave after class.

The very broad-minded Mr. Zhu blinked his eyes, raised his chin lightly, and walked out of the candid hall slowly, holding a thick roll of homework in his hand.

It's like... to find a very suitable predestined person for them...

Chapter 527 Miss Zhu: "What about him!?"

Ink Pond Academy, on the corridor next to the Ink Pool.

Meng Zhengjun walked in front.

Gu Yiwu led the students of Zhengyi Hall to "downcast" and followed behind.

A group of people had just left and returned to the academy, and now they are going to the auditorium of the academy to register for relevant matters, ending this trip down the mountain.

The Mochi Academy, which was originally leisurely and peaceful, was suddenly ignited by the return of their group.

In the schools and pavilions next to the promenade, the students who were memorizing or taking a break came out to watch.

"Hey~"

Returning to the front of the students, a burly Confucian student who was following behind Meng Zhengjun was sighing at this moment, with his head bent and waist bent, with a sad face.

Behind him, a group of Justice Hall students quietly took a look at their senior's acting skills, and couldn't help but sigh.

It's still the boss's acting. When he comes back, he will show his weakness to the enemy first, pretending to fail the exam, and then put on a good show, and slap those guys in the six halls who are used to gossip.

Thinking of this, the students of Zhengyi Hall secretly gave their senior a thumbs up, and they still play with the boss. Well, listening to what he said just now, this seems to be Mr. Zhao Xiao’s suggestion when chatting a few days ago...

On the promenade surrounded by everyone in Mochi.

"Hey." A burly student shook his head and sighed with a slumped face.

"Hey~" The students of Zhengyi Hall walked weakly, beat their chests and stamped their feet, looked up to the sky and sighed...

He almost had the words 'failed' written all over his face.

A certain serious female gentleman who was walking in the front couldn't bear it anymore, paused slightly, turned her head, and silently glanced at Gu Yiwu and other students who returned as if they were going to mourn.

Seeing this, the latter blinked at her, but restrained themselves a little.

Meng Zhengjun shook his head lightly, feeling that these little guys had been with a certain young Confucian scholar for a long time, and they really looked more and more like him.

As for whether it is red if it is close to vermilion, or black if it is close to ink...

Thinking of the guy who volunteered to stay in Dali to finish, this old-fashioned and serious lady pursed her lips, looked away from the funny Gu Yiwu and others, and said nothing.

"Hey, Brother Gu is returning in triumph?"

Just as the returning group passed the entrance of the monastery hall, Han Wenfu, the senior of the monastery hall, walked out of the crowd.

After saluting to Meng Zhengjun, he looked at the expressions of Gu Yiwu and the others, and asked a question calmly.

You Han Wenfu, which eye can see that this appearance is a triumphant return?

Gu Yiwu complained in his heart, but his face was full of vicissitudes and sighs: "Brother Han, don't be kidding, what is the triumphant return, Ziyu and I figured it out, the exam failed... I have been busy in Dali for so long. ..."

He waved his hand, and then changed the subject: "By the way, how did Brother Han and the students in the Guitang do in the exam? This time at the Confucian Temple? It should be a perfect curtain call. It seems that Brother Han has already won the first place in this competition." It's in the bag."

Han Wenfu wanted to smile and nod, but of course he just thought about it. With Mr. Meng here, even if he did well in the exam, he had to be humble in front of these teachers.

Controlling his humble expression, he shook his head.

"Brother Gu, don't make jokes about being a brother. This big exam...hey, it seems that Huaijin and Huaijintang will come out on top again."

When Han Wen returned to his words, he first looked around at the students who were watching the excitement, and then comforted Gu Yiwu in a soft voice:

"Brother Gu, don't be too sad, it's just a big exam."

What are you thinking, old fox, I don't know?In Tzuyu's words, they are all thousand-year-old foxes, singing about Liaozhai.

Facing Han Wenfu's concern, Gu Yiwu smiled and nodded, but curled his lips in his heart.

He glanced at the senior of the monastery hall with a gentle smile, and always felt that he was not pleasing to the eye. He was obviously a man with a gentle smile and a gentle smile like Ziyu, but Gu Yiwu just felt that Ziyu was more real and approachable, and the Korean text in front of him Fu is a bit deep in the city, smiling like a fox.

Han Wenfu also responded with a smile. He glanced at Gu Yiwu, not knowing what he was thinking, and turned his head to look at the group of students behind Meng Zhengjun.

Han Wenfu quickly scanned the crowd twice, as if he was looking for a certain figure among them.

He turned around and opened his mouth to ask someone, but at this moment, someone had already spoken first.

"Hello, Mr. Meng."

Not far away, a certain old-fashioned girl saluted respectfully, and a crisp voice came.

Meng Zhengjun, who had been advancing indifferently with his hands in hand, finally stopped and turned his head. When he saw the girl, a smile finally appeared on his calm mouth, and he nodded.

"Huaijin."

Han Wenfu's eyes lit up slightly, he swallowed back the question on his lips, and greeted him with a warm and decent smile.

Yu Huaijin hurried over with the students from the Willful School, she nodded politely at Han Wenfu, and instead of looking at him, she walked past him and came to Meng Zhengjun.

Yu Huaijin glanced behind Mr. Meng, then bowed again, and said directly to her: "Mr. Meng, is there someone missing, where is Brother Zhao Rong from our school?"

The old-fashioned girl asked questions instead of Korean.

However, the latter's smile was restrained at this time, and he looked sideways at Yu Huaijin's expression, as if he wanted to see something.

Yu Huaijin stared at Mr. Meng intently.

"Oh, brother Huaijin asked Ziyu."

Gu Yiwu scratched his head, and said instead of Meng Zhengjun: "After Dali's ceremony of enshrining Chan was over, he said that there were still some things to stay and finish, so he asked us to come back with Mr. Meng first. Ziyu should... be able to return tomorrow. "

Meng Zhengjun and the students of Zhengyi Hall nodded.

The former raised his hand and looked at Yu Huaijin's expression.

"Hey, Huaijin treats every student in the school with the utmost care, which really makes me and other seniors feel ashamed."

Han Wenfu took a step forward at this time, suddenly smiled, and turned his head to laugh at the students from the monastery hall who followed him to the left and right.

"It's really a blessing to meet Huai Jin from the brothers in the Zhixing Hall. It's no wonder that the grades of the Zhixing Hall have always been ahead of our school. I heard that most of the students in the Zhixing Hall are vying to give Huai Jin a sigh of relief... I hope this new brother Zhao can also appreciate Huaijin's painstaking efforts, and after this big exam, don't let him down again."

Many students responded in agreement.

However, Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall were a little upset when they heard Han Wenfu's seemingly well-intentioned words.

You gossiping around in a big circle, isn't it just eye drops for Yu Huaijin...