i have a sword fairy

"Hahaha Ziyu, good match? A beautiful woman? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."

Fan Yushu, who was listening with his ears upright, couldn't help being the first to laugh. He covered his stomach with his hands and laughed so hard that he almost died.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth also twitched.

Not as impolite as Fan Yushu, but the couple walking slowly in front of them is indeed quite funny.

You see, Yu Huaijin has an ordinary appearance, a thin body, and a serious face all the time.

As for Han Wenfu, the standard template of a campus character, he has excellent grades, is tall, has a good skin, and has a warm male smile on his face every day.

However, it turned out that Han Wenfu wished to follow Yu Huaijin's ass every day, trying to gain favor with his face.

In Zhao Rong's words, this is licking a dog alive.

So, logically speaking, this should be true love, maybe she just likes Yu Huaijin's style, and likes to be disciplined severely with a ruler... Everyone muttered.

But it's a pity that Yu Huaijin didn't respond at all to this.

The whole school knew what Han Wenfu was thinking, but it seemed that Yu Huaijin was the only one who didn't know, she was like a wooden person, and she seemed to treat Han Wenfu as a tool.

In the academy, most of the students felt that Han Wenfu was affectionate, but Zhao Rong, who was 'very accurate at licking dogs', commented on Han Wenfu... It was weird, either rape or robbery.

Yu Huaijin walked into the school podium rashly, and looked at the quiet audience.

Han Wenfu sat down on an empty seat at the door and looked around the hall with a smile.

Yu Huaijin said directly:

"Everyone stop writing. The two exams that have already been taken during the day are not allowed to correct the answers, which will affect the mood. Now the focus is on the four exams in the next two days, chess, painting, calligraphy and poetry. "

She paused, and scanned the audience, including the corner where Zhao Rong was sitting. Seeing that all the students had arrived on time, the headstrong senior said directly: "I called you all here tonight for the final review before the exam. Let’s talk about the four arts, I invite four students who are good at it to come on stage to give lectures and end the get out of class, betting on the questions, you should concentrate on listening to the lecture and don’t be distracted.”

All the students nodded one after another, and suddenly they all looked at Han Wenfu who was smiling and nodding.

This Senior Han should have been invited by Senior Yu to teach them poetry and prose. He was recognized as a poet and proficiency by the school in the past.

As for the teaching candidates for the other three arts... Everyone turned their heads to look.

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673 The Order of the Senior Octopus

Yu Huaijin looked calm, and said to the audience:

"Xueyou, your chess skills are superb. You are the representative of the chess class handpicked by Mr. Qi. You often learn chess from Mr. Qi on weekdays. You are familiar with Mr. Qi's questions. You will give the first chess class."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong turned his head to look along with everyone, applauding politely.

Li Xueyou was obviously very popular with the students of the Candid School, and the audience was full of warm applause and good-natured laughter, all looking forward to it.

And Li Xueyou obviously, like Zhao Rong, had received a notice from Yu Huaijin in advance.

Not too shy, she got up from her seat, waved quickly to the enthusiastic crowd, and then went to the stage to give a lecture with the book in her arms.

Yu Huaijin gave up the position of the podium to Li Xueyou, and listened together in the audience.

Seeing Han Wenfu approaching, Zhao Rong took the initiative to talk to Yu Xuanji, with a smiling face on his face, not knowing what to say, but Yu Huaijin just nodded, staring at the podium, without replying.

Zhao Rong returned his attention to the podium.

Li Xueyou was giving a lecture on the podium, and occasionally when she was a little nervous and dumb, all the students in the audience smiled kindly and were in harmony.

Zhao Rong listened carefully and really benefited a lot.

In terms of chess strength alone, he is not as good as Young Brother Xue.

But right now, Zhao Rong can only focus on taking the test.

Beside, Fan Yushu also sighed, "Ziyu, brother Xueyou spoke well."

Zhao Rong didn't look at him, but asked, "Do you understand?"

"No." Fan Yushu shook his head, the topic jumped a bit, "Ziyu, you said it would be great if I were in the same exam room as her."

Zhao Rong nodded, "You and Yu Huaijin are in the same examination room, and it's not bad."

Fan Yushu stared, "Ziyu, you might as well kill me like this!"

While the two people in the back row whispered to each other, Li Xueyou finished her lecture. She blushed, bowed and thanked her on the podium, and then trotted down with her book in her arms.

Yu Huaijin re-entered the stage, glanced across the audience, and said directly: "Brother Peiliang, painting is the art you are best at. The second painting class is up to you."

Wu Peiliang smiled all over his face, bowed his hands to everyone, and then went to the stage full of ambition.

"Ziyu, you're that stinky fart again, what's your air?" Fan Yushu muttered.

Zhao Rong didn't agree, and still listened carefully with his eyes on the podium, his face focused.

Near the podium in front of him, Yu Huaijin, who was standing still with his hands up, looked slightly sideways, and looked at Zhao Rong calmly.

On the podium, the student surnamed Wu talked eloquently.

Under the stage, Zhao Rong listened intently for a while, then nodded.

This guy who is very different from him does have two brushes in traditional painting.

Landscapes, characters, flowers and birds, all can be taken for granted, with good insights.

No wonder he has the courage to be arrogant.

Remembering Wu Peiliang's "rebellious" look every time he suppressed him before, the corners of Zhao Rong's mouth curved slightly.

At this time, Fan Yushu couldn't bear it anymore, "Ziyu, tomorrow is the painting assessment, what are you best at painting?"

"A little bit."

Fan Yushu covered his mouth with his hands, and said mysteriously, "Ziyu, do you know what I'm good at painting?"

Zhao Rong didn't even think about it: "Color map."

Fan Yushu was taken aback, "Color map? What is this?"

Zhao Rong thought for a while, and changed the euphemism, "Huang Tu."

"What kind of picture is the yellow picture?"

Zhao Rong was expressionless, "Pictures of the erotic palace."

Fan Yushu was a little shocked, "Ziyu is really a kindred spirit. But the erotic pictures are not pornographic, they are white, hehe..."

Zhao Rong felt that it would be better to stay away from this guy in the future.

Returning to the topic, Fan Yushu hummed confidently: "I am quite accomplished in figure painting."

Being quite accomplished is equivalent to reading the yellow map, right?

Zhao Rong was speechless.

When it comes to hobbies, Fan Yushu talked about sex, and said with certainty: "Ziyu, let me tell you, don't underestimate the erotic pictures. All good erotic pictures are from the hands of famous artists, because ordinary vulgar painters There is no way to paint the charm in it, and only masters can create excellent works with form and rhyme."

Zhao Rong turned his head and said solemnly: "Brother Yushu, please respect yourself."

Seeing him speaking righteously, Fan Yushu blinked.

If Zhao Rong is a white lotus, Fan Yushu would not believe it. They are all married Confucian scholars. Followed him wholeheartedly, Fan Yushu didn't believe how pure Zhao Rong could go, who knew how much trouble he would have.

Especially yesterday he didn't come home all night, and was taken out of the academy by that Qian'er fairy. I don't know what he was going to do... Then he contacted him to sleep for the exam this morning, well, the evidence is conclusive.

Originally, Fan Yushu wanted to have a deeper discussion, to expose someone's prudence.

However, at this moment, Yu Huaijin in the front row glanced at him, so he had no choice but to give up.

Zhao Rong returned his attention to the podium.

Not long after, Wu Peiliang's lecture ended, all the students applauded, and Zhao Rong also raised his hand to applaud.

"You gentlemen show love, show love."

Wu Peiliang pretended to be modest and bowed his hands to the crowd, as if he was a little reluctant to get off, and dawdled on the stage for a while, and then walked off the stage with a happy face.

Yu Huaijin stepped onto the podium again, and said directly, "Brother Ziyu, you are an excellent calligrapher, and you are the assistant teacher of the calligraphy class appointed by Mr. Zhu..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wu Peiliang, who was leaving the stage, suddenly stopped halfway, turned around and asked with a smile, "Senior Yu, why are you coming down to the stage again?"

Yu Huaijin turned her head and asked, "What do you mean?"

Except for the calm Zhao Rong, all the students also looked puzzled.

Wu Peiliang smiled and asked: "In the third calligraphy class, didn't the seniors want the assistant teacher of the calligraphy class to speak on stage? Isn't the assistant teacher of the calligraphy class under?"

Some students reacted, either couldn't help laughing, or looked weird, and looked at Zhao Rong in the back row in unison, with mocking eyes.

Yu Huaijin raised her hands, her face still calm, ignoring the whispers and laughter in the venue.

She looked at Wu Peiliang for a while, and said with serious eyes: "The current teaching assistant in the calligraphy class is Brother Ziyu. So far, Mr. Zhu has not changed."

Under the direct gaze of this willful and old-fashioned senior, Wu Peiliang moved his eyes slightly.

He pretended to frown and pondered for a while, and then suddenly realized:

"Oh! Now that I think about it, hahaha, it's not so fast yet. I have to wait for two more days. After all the exams are over and the dust settles, I will be the teaching assistant for Mr. Zhu's calligraphy class. Hahaha, I'm impatient, senior Don’t blame, gentlemen, don’t blame Brother Zhao either.”

Wu Peiliang arched his hands towards the calm Zhao Rong, with a very apologetic expression on his face.

The low laughter among the students on the field became louder.

On the other side, Han Wenfu, who had been watching with a smile all the time, looked at Wu Peiliang, then turned his head to look at the boy surnamed Zhao in the back row, and also looked at those willful students who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement. What's interesting, the smile on his face is even bigger.

On the podium, a certain old-fashioned girl frowned slightly.

Li Xueyou, who was sitting on the seat, clutched the fabric of the cuffs with her small hands: "Brother Wu, how can you do this, we are all classmates!"

Xiao Hongyu, who was watching the excitement, couldn't help but glance at his friend.

From the beginning to the end, Zhao Rong, the person involved, kept his face unchanged, and he didn't even look at Wu Peiliang who was jumping up and down, even if the mocking laughter on the field made the always cheeky brother Yushu fight for him.

But he turned a deaf ear to it, and kept looking at Yu Huaijin on the podium, his eyes seemed to tell her: "Hurry up and let me give lectures, don't dawdle..."

It's just that Yu Huaijin has not responded.

In Xinhu, a violent purple-clothed sword spirit couldn't sit still anymore, "Zhao Rong! This kid came to ride our face again, and he needed a hammer. I'm going to cut his three souls and six souls with one sword. This time Don't stop me!!"

Zhao Rong nodded, if the entity of the purple-clothed sword spirit was behind him at this moment, maybe he would immediately step aside.

"Okay, you go, I will not stop you." He said seriously.

Sword Spirit: ...

Hey, this is boring.

Gui took a deep breath, and said generously and gently, "Oh, he's scolding you, I'm not in a hurry."

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing.

Because of Zhao Rong's lack of response, Wu Peiliang, who had been expecting him to break his defense and get angry, frowned slightly. Immediately, he sneered and prepared to go back to his seat.

Yet at this moment.

"Boom, boom, boom—!"

The dull sound of three knuckles hitting the wooden table suddenly resounded on the field.

Everyone looked up at Yu Huaijin on the podium.

"Boom--!"

The headstrong senior knocked on the table again.

Then she looked around the audience calmly, and then said something that made Wu Peiliang and other students, and at the same time, Zhao Rong unexpected.

"Brother Peiliang, don't go away, brother Ziyu, come up here, I remember that there seems to be a pact between the two of you, just right, everyone is here today, and senior Han from the monastery hall is also there, you are all brothers and classmates, Why can't we talk about it, it's better not to let outsiders laugh, face to face...cancel it."

The audience fell silent.

Everyone heard...she was using a commanding tone.

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Chapter 674 A Good Fighter Has No Great Achievements

Before Zhao Rong went down the mountain, he made a bet with Wu Peiliang in public.

It was Zhao Rong who took the initiative to conclude the bet on the total score of the exam.