i have a sword fairy

The students watching the excitement in the hall exchanged glances with each other.

Mr. Meng is going to make decisions for Yu Xuezi's platform.

Is this going to change?

But also within reason.

In the willful hall, no one knows that Meng Xuezheng loves Yu Huaijin very much.

I don't know if Yu Huaijin's style of acting suits her eyes, or if Yu Huaijin's excellent grades as the number one student in the sixth class make her value.

Or both?

This Mr. Meng, who taught them the etiquette class, is not only the student of the Mochi Academy, but I heard that she can even take care of the scholars of the academy.

It belongs to the high-level decision-making staff in the academy, one of those people in charge.

It is said that among the scholars and brothers, there is also an existence that changes color after hearing about it.

But Mr. Meng valued Yu Huaijin so much that he almost treated him like a half-closed disciple.

I heard that for Yu Huaijin, she even personally visited Yi Lanxuan, and looked for Zhu Yourong several times, the general idea is to let this confidant disciple be her successor.

But it seems that every time it ends without a problem, and as a result, gradually, some special things are added.

The conflict between Mr. Meng and Mr. Zhu seems to be quite serious.

But these are only topics that Mochi students dare to talk about in private, and they usually dare not talk about them.

Just keep it in your heart and look in your eyes.

For example, Mr. Meng not only spoke dissatisfaction with Mr. Zhu just now, but also criticized this new calligrapher from time to time in the past.

Although Mr. Zhu is kind, gentle and demure in front of the students.

But occasionally in front of the students, gently persuade.

Tell them to be sensible and obedient, not to cause trouble, and let Mr. Meng Da worry less, otherwise they will grow old faster and become Mr. Meng.

Wherever the students dared to spread these rumors, they pretended not to have heard them.

At this time, in the quiet school.

Between the seats, Wu Peiliang silently watched Zhao Rong, Yu Huaijin and Meng Zhengjun for a while.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, his eyes gradually brightened.

Wu Peiliang's eyes turned back and forth on Meng Zhengjun and Zhao Rong, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his brows were beaming with joy.

Later, when he looked at Zhao Rong, gloating, he couldn't help showing some pity.

This seems to be a natural offense, you can't even hide it, heh, it depends on you...

Zhao Rong calmly faced the scrutiny of the two rigid and polite women.

He didn't know what Meng Zhengjun meant.

Moreover, Zhao Rong is not deaf to what is going on outside the window, and he has generally heard about the conflict between Zhu Yourong and Meng Zhengjun.

However, it would be too petty to punish Zhao Rong just because he is the assistant coach appointed by Zhu Yourong.

Zhao Rong didn't believe that this was the temperament of an academy student.

At the same time, I don't believe it. Is it possible that he really has a physique of absorbing hatred, with his own sarcasm?

Keep a low profile, just don't mess with her when you're full and have nothing to do.

So right now, just pass the level of 'Yu Huaijin's complaint and counterattack'.

Zhao Rong nodded secretly.

He looked at Yu Huaijin who looked calm, but in fact he probably had a stomach full of sadness and resentment for being bullied, and he cheered up 12 points.

In other words, should he also file a counter-suit, saying that she violated the rules to make up lessons?

Cough cough, make up lessons for violations first!

Well, there should be this in the school rules of Mochi Academy... right?

But before Zhao Rong could think about it, the next second, Yu Huaijin's reaction caught him by surprise.

"Mr. Meng, Xuanji has nothing to say, and is punished with humility."

Yu Huaijin lowered her eyes, turned around, and saluted Meng Zhengjun.

"Really?" Meng Zhengjun asked seriously.

"Really." Yu Huaijin nodded, and glanced down, looking at the manuscript written on the desk, which was full of the word '正'.

She frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about how to write well.

Meng Zhengjun nodded slowly, and then gave Zhao Rong a meaningful look.

Zhao Rong ignored it, but looked at Yu Huaijin in surprise.

It feels like this guy is not as boring as he imagined, at least he can't make small reports.

If it was 'Pei Niang', Xueguan Xuezheng could make decisions for him, it is estimated that the matter of Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds would be filled with oil and vinegar, and the bitterness and hatred would be poured out.

Zhao Rong smiled, then forgot about it, and was going to politely ask this student to go out on the grounds of 'attending class'.

"Meng Xuezheng, do you have anything else to do? It's class now..."

Meng Zhengjun said calmly, "Wait."

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes, "Xuezheng has something to say, please speak."

Meng Zhengjun took out a thick roster from his sleeve, flipped through it with lowered eyes, and said calmly:

"You said you were talking about a new student? Why are you late for admission? Also, I have been paying attention to the candid hall. I don't remember that there is a student like you."

Zhao Rong didn't even think about it, and said casually: "Oh, I'm a special student. I was recommended by Mr. Yan by luck, and I joined midway."

It was no secret, and he had nothing to hide.

It's just that in the next second, Meng Zhengjun's slight pause made Zhao Rong feel helpless.

By the way, don't you also have a grudge against Mr. Yan?

After Meng Zhengjun paused for a while, he continued to flip through the roster with no words on the cover, as if he was looking for something.

She snorted at the same time:

"Oh, it's another special student. When I went out, the rules of the academy were all messed up. Special students didn't go to the Justice Hall and Guangye Hall, but instead went to the Willful Hall."

"One Fan Yushu wasn't enough, so add another one. That Mr. Yan treats you well..."

Fan Yushu: "..."

In the last row, since the arrival of 'Big Fish Huaijin', he felt offended as he shrank his head.

It's just that most of the students in the willful hall raised their chins slightly, quite agreeing.

Although the academy encourages teaching without discrimination, sometimes it is necessary to teach students according to their aptitude, right?

Therefore, the willful halls that they can enter only accept the outstanding batch.

As a result, now, there seems to be some strange ingredients mixed in among them, and the team is not pure...

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong felt that today's Meng Xuezheng really 'benefited a lot' from him.

Well, within just one stick of incense, Zhao Rong's mind seemed to have completely lit up the chains of contempt for schools, chains of contempt for arts, and chains of contempt for students in Mochi Academy.

But Confucianism is inherently hierarchical.

In a sense, to educate and standardize Confucian ethics is also to serve them and stabilize order.

Zhao Rong was not too surprised.

At this time, facing Meng Zhengjun's blunt words, he nodded in agreement.

"Well, Mr. Yan is indeed very kind to us."

Zhao Rong paused, glanced at the thick roster that Meng Zhengjun was flipping through, and thought for a while, "Mr. Meng, do you have some misunderstandings about Mr. Yan?"

The decree lines on Meng Zhengjun's face did not move at all, and his face was still expressionless, "No, nodding acquaintance."

Zhao Rong nodded, and wanted to say more, but Meng Zhengjun's movements suddenly stopped.

He was attracted by its strangeness.

I saw Meng Zhengjun stretch out a finger and slide it slowly somewhere on the page. At a certain moment, she suddenly called out: "Zhao Rong!"

Zhao Rong frowned.

The woman's cold voice echoed in the school.

Everyone looked curiously, and Yu Huaijin, who was concentrating on copying, couldn't help but look up.

Meng Zhengjun stared at the roster in his hand, which clearly remembered the origin and origin of each Mochi student, and continued to speak coldly.

"...Ziyu, a person from the Great Chu who worked in Beijing, for the Duke's residence in Jingnan... the son-in-law! The marriage was given to the second lady of the Duke's residence Zhao... Concubine Ling, who is now the arrogance of the Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion... ..."

Meng Zhengjun frowned as he thought about it, even deeper than the nasolabial folds on his face.

Especially after she pronounced the word "Zuo son-in-law" heavily, her voice became smaller and smaller, but the hall also became quieter and quieter.

Needle drop is audible.

The air was a bit dead silent, no one spoke, and the students in the hall were motionless like statues, staring at a man and a woman in front of them.

Meng Zhengjun pursed his lips tightly, staring at two extremely eye-catching words on the page.

Zhao Rong also frowned and remained silent.

At a certain moment, there was a deafening sound of yelling that made the people present almost topple the roof of the willful hall.

"Son-in-law! You are a majestic man of seven feet, a student of Mochi, a disciple of a sage, and you actually married into a son-in-law!"

Meng Zhengjun raised his head, looked straight at Zhao Rong, and said word by word, "Oh, Concubine Zhao Ling, Xiaoyao Mansion, Tianjiao. Zhao Ziyu, is this soft rice delicious?"

Zhao Rong frowned suddenly, looked at her, and didn't speak.

In fact, I don't know whether to tell the truth or lie.

Meng Zhengjun's face was fixed, and he stared at Zhao Rong.

The air was quiet for a while.

Zhao Rong said softly: "Mr. Meng, it seems that there is no provision for this in the regulations of the Academy and the Academy."

Meng Zhengjun frowned, and did not answer his question, but his tone was calmer.

"Concubine Zhao Ling, I have an impression of this girl. She has not yet arrived in heaven, and she should start to attack the golden core. Is she still in Xiaoyao Mansion? I will take you there and cancel this marriage! Cowardly and obedient, don't be afraid, the Academy is your master!"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.

He turned his head and looked around, and found that everyone was staring at him intently.

Meng Zhengjun also stared at him without blinking.

Zhao Rong thought about it carefully, and his tone was very sincere:

"Well, no retreat."

Before the powder keg was about to explode and before Meng Zhengjun got mad, he explained confidently:

"A seven-foot man... is it wrong to like to eat soft rice?"

Straightforward students: "..."

Meng Zhengjun: "???"

Chapter 3 Nine Big Gifts Small Gifts

Is there really nothing wrong with a seven-foot man who likes to eat soft rice?

This is the soul question that popped up in the minds of everyone in the reckless hall after Zhao Rong said the words that hit the soul directly.

They couldn't help but take a few more glances at Zhao Rong, who spoke with firm tone and confidence.

Many people couldn't help feeling a bit shaken in their hearts.

Is there something wrong with him, or something wrong with me.

Of course, a big man can't eat a woman's soft food, and he can't even touch a bite, otherwise he will be a stain and be ridiculed by others.