i have a sword fairy

The dimpled girl raised her head to look at him, and made a sound of surprise.

"I'm going to visit my uncle today, and I'm here to find you. I just went to your school, and there was no one, so I came here."

Sima Du paused and looked around.

"Isn't it Xiumu today? Why are you still in class?"

Li Xueyou blinked, not knowing how to explain for a moment.

Sima Duyi took a closer look, and noticed the tired look with dimples on her small face, her rubbed wrists, and slightly trembling fingers.

The cold-eyed young man raised his eyelids, as if he had woken up, and said lightly:

"Xueyou, what's going on, who... did it?"

The students in the willful class around turned their heads to look in the direction of the podium.

On the podium, Zhao Rong was watching the back of this unexpected guest.

now.

Sima Duyi suddenly turned his head.

The eyes of the two collided...

Chapter 286 It Doesn't Matter What Kind of Seed You Are

In the candid hall.

The gazes of the two Confucian scholars collided in the air.

One person has a calm expression, eyes closed and speechless.

One person has a cold face and cold eyes.

Dozens of people stood or sat silently.

In the willful school, needles can be heard.

In fact, Zhao Rong had long expected that something might go wrong in today's supplementary calligraphy class.

It's not that he knows what to predict, but that he has long been aware of some turbulent undercurrents in the whimsical hall.

In fact, the occurrence of anything has its internal laws, and clues will be revealed in advance, as long as you observe carefully.

This is another class gossip that Zhao Rong didn't listen to in class, but remembered.

The conflicts between him and most of the students in the willful hall actually accumulated very early, and the cause was a small prejudice at the beginning.

Then, this simple but complicated mustard seed slowly took root and grew up in the hearts of most willful students.

Although in the calligraphy class, the surface is still calm, only a certain student surnamed "Wu" is very energetic, jumping up and down from time to time, challenging the authority of his "Mr. Zhao"...

But Zhao Rong knew that behind the spiritual boy Wu Peiliang was a class of students.

A class of students who are dissatisfied with him.

Moreover, the contradiction... is getting bigger and bigger.

This point, Zhao Rong can see from the overall attitude reflected in the homework handed in by the two school students.

The latent contradictions seem to wait for a certain day, and they will evolve into a conflict of unknown degree.

However, it is not known what form it will take.

Interesting, Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of many willful students around him, their expressions seemed a little gloating.

And Wu Peiliang, who had never disappointed Zhao Rong, did not let him down even more, showing some gestures ready to move.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched lightly.

Immediately, he stopped paying attention to these things, but looked straight at the Sima Duo who suddenly broke into the audience.

In Lin Lu Academy, the status is extraordinary, and it can even be regarded as the seed of reading for the reserve of the mountain chief.

Facing his gaze, Sima Duo raised his eyelids.

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't actually think that the trouble of making up lessons this time would be Sima Duyi who suddenly appeared, and it would be because of Li Xueyou.

However, when Sima Du asked about it just now, the students around him looked at him in a uniform and tacit understanding.

Zhao Rong wasn't too surprised.

within reason.

What was expected long ago has happened.

Just didn't guess the process...

now.

Zhao Rong and Sima are alone, separated by more than ten meters.

The two stood silent.

The air became more and more solidified.

Zhao Rong actually wanted to explain that he didn't do anything rude to Miss Li.

Because Zhao Rong is not a person who takes the pot honestly and suffers from being dumb.

However, the young Confucian scholar changed his mind.

I feel that Sima Duyi's statement just now seems to be correct.

It was indeed him who made Miss Li's face tired, her wrists sore and red, and her fingers trembling.

It was him who made Miss Li busy all night last night, her little hands didn't stop for a moment.

Zhao Rong looked at Sima Duyi frankly.

Almost got 'well you're right' written all over your face.

Sima Du looked at Zhao Rong coldly for a while, and then spoke suddenly, but the words surprised him a little.

"Your name is Zhao Ziyu?"

know me?

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, but after thinking about it for a moment, he really didn't expect that the two would have any intersection.

Then it's not "Jiu Yang", um, the prefix of "Miss Li's book art class assistant and classmate" should be added in front of it.

Zhao Rong glanced at Li Xueyou, who was beside Sima Duyi, with a small anxious face.

He nodded and said softly, "Senior brother Sima, good morning."

Sima Duyi nodded slowly, but did not respond.

It is worth noting that the two of them did not salute after they spoke just now.

There's a joke, Wu Peiliang laughed secretly.

However, just when many people were expecting a good show and someone retreated disheartenedly, Li Xueyou suddenly got up and walked between Zhao Rong and Sima Duyi.

Her thin and delicate body blocked the sight of the two of them looking at each other without giving in.

Li Xueyou put the sore little hand behind his back, and said to Sima Duyi crisply:

"Brother Duyi, Brother Zhao is the new teaching assistant for the book art class that Mr. Zhu arranged for us. You misunderstood him. He didn't bully me. He just assigned some homework yesterday. Xueyou is stupid, and writing is a bit difficult..."

She turned her head and glanced at Zhao Rong, then spoke again, speaking softly.

"Although we took a rest today, we didn't do very well in calligraphy class, so brother Zhao specially spared time to make up lessons for us. So Brother Duyi, it's not what you think."

Sima's only pair of cold eyes reflected the slender woman in front of him, and his cold face became soft unconsciously.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Li Xueyou raised her head, looked into his eyes, and responded.

Sima Du nodded.

Around, Wu Peiliang and other onlookers showed a little disappointment on their faces.

Li Xueyou breathed a sigh of relief.

Sima Duyi didn't go to see Zhao Rong again, but acted as if nothing happened.

He looked down at Li Xueyou, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he was about to speak again, but suddenly someone made a sound.

"Senior Brother Sima Duyi, I have just announced the official start of class. It is fine for you to break in suddenly just now. I don't care about it. But now, if there is nothing serious, please leave the willful class first. , what gossip you have with Ms. Li, you can talk about it after class."

The man's words were clear and clear, and his voice echoed in the lobby.

The voice fell behind, and the atmosphere in the reckless hall suddenly quieted down.

Sima Duyi swallowed what he was about to say, the arc of his mouth slowly flattened, disappeared without a trace, and raised his head.

Wu Peiliang and other willful students, before they had time to put away their disappointed expressions, were stunned and looked towards the podium in disbelief.

Li Xueyou opened her almond eyes, as if she suspected that she had heard it wrong, she suddenly turned her head and looked at that person.

I saw Zhao Rong with his sleeves folded, standing tall and straight on the side of the podium near the gate.

He was looking at the audience with a calm expression, and greeted the gazes cast by him one after another.

There was no wavering in his eyes.

For the others, Zhao Rong's eyes were swept away under his thick eyebrows, and his eyes stayed on the famous Lin Lu's reading seed.

Sima Duyi narrowed his cold eyes and stared at Zhao Rong motionlessly.

The atmosphere returned to the tension just now.

Li Xueyou kicked her feet secretly and opened her mouth to speak, but someone had already spoken first.

It wasn't the two people who were the focus of the audience, but... Wu Peiliang.

energetic.

"Senior Brother Sima, I made you laugh."

Wu Peiliang got up and sighed.

"Senior brother, don't be angry. You are the top student of our academy. There is no need to get angry about some unworthy people, small people, and small things. This will lower your grade instead."

Sima Duyi still looked at Zhao Rong coldly, without speaking.

Wu Peiliang smiled sincerely at him and said:

"Besides, senior brother, this is actually a family affair of ours, a certain person really thinks of himself as a teacher.

Well, it's okay to be like this in front of us, after all, the first commandment of our Mochi Academy is to respect teachers, even for small teaching assistants.

However, the newly appointed Mr. Zhao in our school seems to be a little carried away, thinking that the status of a mere teaching assistant can also be useful to a reading seed like you, senior brother, and playing prestige indiscriminately. "

Wu Peiliang glanced at Zhao Rong who was looking at him with a half-smile, gritted his teeth secretly, but the smile remained the same.

He shook his head and sighed.

"Hey..."Family ugliness" is publicized, Wu and other students are very guilty. Brother Sima, don't get angry anymore, you have the same experience as him, um, Senior Yu doesn't care, so let me take care of it!"

Wu Peiliang, who used to look a bit feminine, now held his head high, with his hands behind his back, his face was upright and awe-inspiring.

Yu Huaijin, who had been looking down with his arms down, suddenly said: "Brother Wu, be careful with your words."

Wu Peiliang shook his head.

"Senior Yu, you just follow the rules too much. It's unacceptable to be so serious and rigid. You listen to everyone... Does he really think of him as a gentleman? This time, he directly clashed with senior brother and caused trouble for us."

Sima was the only one who heard the words and was silent for a while.

He looked away and looked at Wu Peiliang, who was smiling brightly, but remained silent.

But Wu Peiliang smiled secretly, knowing that it was a kind of acquiescence.

He took a step forward, passed Sima Duyi and Li Xueyou, and stood not far from the podium, with his hands behind his back, staring at Zhao Rong.

on the podium.

Zhao Rong just enjoyed the performance of 'Pei Niang' with great interest.

At this moment, facing Wu Peiliang who is coming out again.