i have a sword fairy

Fan Yushu looked around, then turned back and whispered: "Ziyu, fortunately Senior Yu was tough that day, and Senior Han helped you to cancel your bet with that sissy."

Zhao Rong looked suspiciously at his friend who was breathing a sigh of relief for him.

Fan Yushu was stunned for a moment before reacting and said: "Oh, I almost forgot, you left the exam early in the afternoon, I didn't see it, Ziyu, sometimes I really think your heart is really big... You don't know, you leave in the afternoon Not long after that, that sissy actually wrote a first-class poem, climbed to the top of the building!"

Zhao Rong nodded, "Oh."

Fan Yushu looked at him, and asked earnestly, "Can you show me some expressions?"

Zhao Rong also praised: "Then he's pretty good, I underestimated him."

"..."

Fan Yushu asked suspiciously: "Ziyu, you must not be some kind of hidden peerless academic master, right? This calm look is just like Senior Yu's."

Just as Zhao Rong wanted to turn his head and say, "Could it be that I have to tell you about the Tathagata palm?" Fan Yushu shook his head immediately: "That's useless. He wrote an entry-level poem and submitted it to the paper. When you handed in the paper, there was obviously no vision. If you don’t have a taste, the great art of poetry and prose is considered a loss; plus your weakness, a music art with zero points; besides, that sissy is really a bit strong in landscape painting... and Zi Yu, you should be able to bring Shuyi back to the city. But in any case, three against one, he has the advantage!"

Zhao Rong admitted: "It's a good idea!"

Fan Yushu was confused, "What did you say? What table?"

Zhao Rong nodded: "I say the same table is a good idea."

Fan Yushu doubted: "I always feel that you are connoting me."

Before Zhao Rong could answer, the school fell silent instantly, and all the students looked at the empty doorway in unison.

Some people are still in the future, and Lan Xiang arrives.

The students in the front row smelled the familiar fragrance.

Zhu Yourong was wearing a dark blue Confucian shirt, the blue silk was tied up casually, and a snow-white celebrity scarf was tied. He walked into the school with precise steps, and walked to the podium with his hands behind his back.

Her complexion was flat, her eyelids were half lowered, she seemed to have dozed off while arranging flowers and writing in the afternoon, she was lazy to get up to make up in the evening, and she was a little annoyed to go out to class.

Of course, this is Zhao Rong's experience and thinking after seeing this scene, and it may not be correct, and it is even more impossible to ask...

Under the podium, all the students sat upright, to be honest, everyone knows that in Zhu Yourong's class, Senior Yu is stricter than other classes.

On the podium, the lazy female teacher's Liu eyes glanced at the school dimly, and her eyes didn't stop at someone...

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Chapter 682 Examining Papers ([-])

Zhu Yourong didn't look at that person, glanced down the stage, and said casually: "I don't have a task tonight. You can continue as if I don't exist."

After finishing speaking, he sat on the podium, resting his chin on his hand in a daze.

But Senior Yu didn't speak, and the school was still very quiet.

Everyone looked at Mr. Zhu on the stage eagerly.

The two sides stared at each other for a while.

Zhu Yourong felt a little helpless, "What are you doing looking at me?"

All the students looked at the straight back of a girl in the first row.

Zhu Yourong turned her head and said softly to Yu Huaijin: "Xuanji, go to Jingchen Hall and tell the book boy on duty over there to send over the calligraphy exam papers. I will correct them here, so I won't go there to squeeze with other gentlemen. gone."

Yu Huaijin got up, turned to look at everyone, and said, "Keep your voice down, study by yourself." Then she turned and left the whimsical hall.

The students in the outspoken hall suddenly cheered in a low voice, and the atmosphere became lively again. Many people then discussed the vision of the poems that were passed in the poetry and Fu art exam in the afternoon.

Zhu Yourong was bored while waiting, and paced on the stage with her hands behind her back. After listening for a while, she suddenly asked the people below: "So happy, but there is a happy event? How did you do in the calligraphy exam? Is it too easy to ask questions? "

The sound below suddenly fell.

A student named Li Guangxiu plucked up his courage and said with a wry smile: "It's not so easy, Mr. Zhu's question is too difficult this time..."

Zhu Yourong was relieved, it was on purpose.

The words of an old fisherman with a chuckle sounded in his heart again: "Then at least you have to get the first place in the academy..."

On the podium, the female gentleman gave a light 'oh' and asked again: "Then what are you talking about?"

Under the stage, Xiao Hongyu explained with a smile:

"Mr. Zhu doesn't know something. In the poetry and Fu art exam this afternoon, two students in our school have entered the poems! Although they are not as good as the student Han from the monastery next door, they are only eight poems in total. Taste poetry."

The corners of Zhu Yourong's mouth curled up, feeling excited, "Oh, this is pretty good and worthy of praise, so which two students are... well, Huai Jin should be counted as one, who is the other?"

Xiao Hongyu and his classmates looked at each other, the former said regretfully: "I don't know why, Huai Jin didn't seem to perform well this time, she didn't write the low-quality grades like last time's mid-month exam, and she didn't even get the grades..."

Zhu Yourong, who was familiar with a certain student, smiled and said: "Don't worry about her, she has her own opinions. Quickly tell me which two heroes in our school wrote the excellent poems on the spot."

Xiao Hongyu smiled and pointed to a powder student not far away who looked reserved and indifferent, "One is brother Peiliang."

Wu Peiliang bowed his hands to Zhu Yourong, then turned his head to look in Zhao Rong's direction, and snorted arrogantly.

Everyone chuckled tacitly, understanding the grievance dispute between the two sides that was forced to suppress, but this time, except for Li Xueyou, Jia Tengying and other Liao Liao students, most of the students didn't turn their heads to look at Zhao Rong. All eyes fell on the showy Wu Peiliang.

Zhu Yourong just nodded, and immediately asked: "Is there another one?" She resisted not deliberately looking at someone in the last row.

The female husband remembered that a certain person in front of her was very talented and eloquent. He could answer whatever she usually talked about, and he often spoke amazingly, and his words were extravagant.

But it's okay if you don't write a falling flower piece. Writing a climbing piece should be able to get a high score in poetry and art... She was looking forward to it.

It's a pity that Xiao Hongyu then pointed to a silent student on the right side of the second row in the school:

"The other one is brother Jiuyue, who is also a piece of climbing the building."

Xiao Hongyu, who is also a woman, faintly saw the expectation in Mr. Zhu's tone just now on the stage, and took the initiative to ask: "Uh, would Mr. Zhu take a look at the poems they wrote? Haha, before you came just now, we They are all being copied, and the writing is really good.”

The interest in Zhu Yourong's heart suddenly decreased, and she even couldn't help but complain a little.

She still didn't look at Zhao Rong, her face remained unchanged, and her tone remained unchanged: "No, just to get a general idea, it seems that you guys did well in the exam... Well, let's continue chatting."

Xiao Hongyu and the other students felt that the attitudes of the female teachers on the stage seemed a little strange, but at this moment, Yu Huaijin, who was away on errands, returned, and the school became quiet again.

Yu Huaijin came back with five green-clothed bookboys, each of whom was holding a large stack of examination papers, two in each hand, ten in total, corresponding to ten examination rooms, and under Zhu Yourong's signal, they were all placed in the On the podium table.

Yu Huaijin glanced at her husband and reminded: "Teacher, when I came back just now, Mr. Meng asked me to bring you a message. She said that it was not necessary, and it would be better to correct the paper on the spot in Jingchen Hall. The other gentlemen were also there." , and we can communicate with each other."

Zhu Yourong said bluntly: "Are you talking about what to have for dinner?"

Students: "..."

Yu Huaijin shook her head, "No."

Zhu Yourong asked again: "Then Mr. Qi who plays chess, Mr. Si who plays music, and Mr. Zeng who teaches scriptures in the next door, are they all correcting papers in Jingchen Hall?"

Yu Huaijin thought for a while, then shook his head, "I didn't see them. Mr. Qi must have something to do at the Youlan Mansion. Mr. Si has not been in good health these few days, so he didn't come here. As for Mr. Zeng... ..."

Zhu Yourong nodded and interrupted, "Then I have something to do, and it's inconvenient, so I'm also correcting papers outside. Our Meng University is always saying that it's not necessary or not, and we just say it if we want to play an official role, but we have to turn a corner and say that it's not necessary. "

All the students thought so deeply, and couldn't help laughing.

To talk about Mr. Meng, it has to be Mr. Zhu.

Yu Huaijin returned to his throne, and the five bookboys saluted and left.

The eyes of all the students were all attracted by the more than [-] calligraphy examination papers on the podium.

Glancing at the anxious students under the stage, Zhu Yourong turned her head calmly, "Don't think about me letting the water go."

Everyone's faces were embarrassed.

However, Zhu Yourong flicked his sleeves and put away the exam papers. This evening self-study is no longer interesting.

Everyone was puzzled, wasn't he still in a good mood just now, and asked Senior Yu to get the paper, why didn't he change it now.

Zhu Yourong suddenly turned to the back row of the school and said, "Have you finished correcting the few homework before the exam, please send them to Assistant Teacher Zhao."

Zhao Rong, who had been trying to pretend to be transparent, scratched the tip of his nose and got up.

"Cough, I forgot."

The tone is very embarrassing.

He just said that he was busy with the exams these days, and he always felt that he forgot something. It turned out that he forgot to correct the stack of homework that Zhu Yourong dumped to him when he was parting at the Huangling Waterfall in Dali at the foot of the mountain.

Zhu Yourong said with a straight face, "Change it now."

Zhao Rong nodded quickly, "Okay."

Then he quickly took out the homework from the two schools and carefully corrected them.

Not long after, Zhao Rong sent down the corrected homework.

Not long after, Lin Lushan's bell rang, and the evening self-study was over.

Zhu Yourong got up from the podium.

"Assistant Zhao came out."

Before she left the school, she left a word.

Zhao Rong followed out in a bit of embarrassment. Behind him, some students in the school led by Wu Peiliang took pleasure in other's misfortune, thinking that someone was not doing their job well enough to offend Mr. Zhu who was already in a bad mood...

……

"what's wrong with you?"

"I really forgot, I've been busy with exams these days."

In the corridor, a certain female gentleman got even angrier after hearing this.

She didn't look back and said: "Then why didn't you pass the exam in poetry and Fu?!"

Zhao Rong was taken aback.

……

"You mean I didn't write good poems? Well, why do you care about this?"

Zhu Yourong pretended not to care and said: "Basically, let me give you an example, you just said you were busy with the exam, so I didn't see how well you performed."

Zhao Rong looked at her back, but continued to ask: "Why does Mr. Zhu care about my exam results?"

Zhu Yourong turned her head and said with a stern face: "Who cares, pretending to be affectionate?"

Zhao Rong shook his head and said nothing.

Zhu Yourong turned her head away, not looking at him.

The two walked on the lakeside promenade one after the other, and the atmosphere became quiet.

After a while, Zhao Rong only heard the voice of the female gentleman in front:

"Well, I know that you have not long since married and started a business, and you have put a lot of energy on your wives and concubines, but for my generation of Confucian scholars, career is also very important. Sister Lingfei and Little Sister are devoted to you, but this is not a reason for you to relax ...My words, you go back and think about it, don't let those who love you down."

Zhao Rong was taken aback, why did she suddenly start feeding chicken soup.

"Mr. Zhu..."

"Okay, let's forget about the big exam this time. You don't seem to be thinking about walking now. Next, study hard and try to do better in the next big exam..."

A certain busty female gentleman sighed quietly.

At this time, the two also walked down the long corridor, and came to the entrance of the Mochi Academy, and did not politely say goodbye, Zhu Yourong turned and left.

Only Zhao Rong was left standing there, looking at her somewhat lonely back.

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Chapter 683 Examination Question ([-]) - Words, Beauty, Secluded Window

Zhu Yourong returned to Yilanxuan all the way.

When passing by the flower garden, the rare roadside orchids that used to stop her didn't give her a second look.

"Sir, you're back! Well, I'm ready too. When are we going to leave? It was agreed before that we will go to the city to eat delicious food after the big exam in the academy is over. Hehe, Jixiangzhai's cakes, I come~"

It was rare for Jingzi to change into a light blue dress and ran out of the study to greet her, and darted a few laps around the female gentleman who didn't lift her eyelids.

A look of eagerness to try.

Jingzi took Zhu Yourong's hand and was about to run out, "Let's go, sir, I wrote to the 'Little Little Fox Demon' earlier, let's take her with me when we pass by the Taiqing Mansion, let's go to see the West City tonight lanterns, and then go to the fireworks night market..."

Zhu Yourong bent down slightly, and pressed her little head, "I'm a little tired today, and there are still six students who haven't finished correcting their calligraphy exam papers, so forget it and go to another day."

The tone is calm.