i have a sword fairy

Zhu Yourong became angry with him again for no reason. When she saw his calligraphy about her "window" in the morning, she was already in a good mood and forgave him, but now the little resentment in her heart crept up again, targeting someone ...

Especially before the eyes of someone before they parted yesterday, the calm expression of not explaining or apologizing, hanging high as if it had nothing to do with him... Zhu Yourong bit her red lips moistened by blue tea.

In the final analysis, no matter how indifferent and peaceful the performance is, it is not worth the name.

No matter how much confidence you can give him, you don't ask him for anything in return.

But is there any woman in this world who doesn't want her... her "little brother" to be the best in the world and amaze everyone with her skills?Be the most glorious one in the crowd, look back with confidence, which woman will not be red and heartbeat in the scene, even a mature and strong woman may not be able to withstand it...

Zhu Yourong's ears suddenly heard several requests made by the old man on the day of offering wine.

She warmed her face with the wall of the teacup, rubbed her cheeks again, and sighed softly.

But soon he perked up again.

Zhao Rong once said that a certain person has the temperament of never turning back until she hits the south wall, even if she hits the south wall, she will never turn back, she must hit it down.

Zhu Yourong immediately pulled out a piece of rice paper, quietly wrote in a place where no one else could see, and wrote down some of her "little junior", Xuanji, and the very tricky Renzi Shisanhao on the paper, listing the advantages of the three parties Disciplines and Disadvantages.

"It's okay, it's okay, the gap is not that big, he has the advantage, nothing is difficult in this world if you put your heart into it..." Zhu Yourong comforted.

"His calligraphy is definitely the number one. He is enough to be my teacher. In addition, he should also be very strong in poetry and Fu. It is not difficult for him to learn poetry, but I don't know why he didn't perform well this time..."

She tilted her head, "The subject of classics and righteousness, well, he can do it too. I see him working very hard on weekdays. The focus of his studies is on learning classics, righteousness, Confucianism and Taoism. It seems that he is planning to worship that Mr. Yan as his teacher after becoming a scholar. Huh? Don't even think about..."

"Let's look at music art...forget it, let's give up this one, alas, my stupid tone-deficient 'little brother'." Zhu Yourong made a big cross on the paper.

She turned to analyze another one:

"Well, this Renzi No. [-] has full marks for poetry, painting, and chess. Foshan Calligraphy with mystical strength is definitely not full marks for me. He is the only one with full marks..."

"The classics and meanings are not clear, but those who are talented in poetry and Fu art generally have a hard time understanding the scriptures and meanings, just like Xuanji. They are good at classics and meanings, but they are not good at poetry and Fu. I am not very good at poetry either. Fu Yi, it is too difficult to be compatible with these two great arts at the same time, some evildoers, um, so unless this No. [-] Renzi pays as much attention to the scriptures as he does, otherwise there is nothing to worry about..."

"Looking at Leyi again, this Renzi No. [-] doesn't have a full score, which is good news. Hey, maybe it's also a five-tone insufficiency and no sense of pitch. Hahaha, it's not impossible."

Zhu Yourong smiled suddenly, and tapped her delicate chin again, "So it seems that the advantages and disadvantages of both sides overlap..."

Suddenly, a female gentleman who was gesturing privately smiled and stopped, as if the pause button was pressed. After a while, she slowly looked down at the comparative data on the paper.

Zhu Yourong's eyes once again flashed someone's calm eyes when they parted yesterday, "I haven't written a poem... I don't have a perfect score in music art... Renzi... field."

Zhu Yourong suddenly wanted to get up, but suddenly became quiet again, stopped all movements, and sat on the seat for a long time, eyes in front of her.

After some time, she turned her head.

"Is the score registered?"

Zhu Yourong had already finished correcting all the test papers, and handed them over to the two female students next to her for grade marks, and at this moment, she was asking them who were busy not far away.

"Ah, it's almost time sir, we've arrived at the Gengzi test room, and there are still three test rooms left..." A female student quickly replied.

"Stop all the work at hand now, and register for the Renzichang first." She ordered.

The two female students were taken aback for a moment, but they obediently complied.

after awhile.

Seemingly aware of the change in the expression of a certain female student, this female gentleman who only read the handwriting and did not look at the test number when correcting someone's test paper in the early morning rubbed her cheeks vigorously and asked, "What's the matter."

The female student raised her head in surprise and said, "There is a full score paper, the first full score for calligraphy..."

Zhu Yourong tried hard to keep his expression unchanged, "How much is the test number?"

The female student lowered her head to look, with a surprised expression on her face, "It's Ren Zi Shi No. [-] again!"

A look appeared on Zhu Yourong's face, as if he was relieved, but also as if he shouldn't be surprised.

The female student said excitedly: "Mr. Zhu..."

Zhu Yourong covered her lips with her index finger, "Hush."

The latter fell silent.

Zhu Yourong narrowed her eyes and faced south, her first reaction was not to be happy, but to be a little angry and unhappy.

A resentful heart angered that person a hundred times, "It is obvious that you are so powerful, and you took the test seriously, why don't you explain to me that you think I am an outsider, right, and you don't care about outsiders' opinions..."

Zhu Yourong made a note for someone in a small notebook, but this did not prevent her from taking another blank piece of paper excitedly.I re-analyzed a wave for someone.

The first line on the white paper reads:

The report card of the younger brother who likes to treat himself as an outsider is very disrespectful to the senior sister and does not know how to flatter him.

Listed below in order:

Calligraphy - Barely a perfect score.

Poetry and prose - so-so full marks.

Painting art - full marks for being lucky enough to catch the eye.

Chess skills - coincidentally full of luck.

Etiquette - the performance is not bad, and the visual inspection is perfect.

Classics and meanings—to be determined.

Le Yi——No way, no one will score zero in Le Yi’s exam, right?

After writing this, the "Master Sister", who had broken her mind and body for the junior brother, paused, the corners of her lips curled up, unable to hold back a smile, and immediately wrote in the last line, imitating Zhao Rong's handwriting:

Senior Sister Zhu, wait for me, Zhao Ziyu, to come back with a first place in the six classes for you!

After finishing the work, Zhu Yourong picked up the piece of paper and read it several times. The more he read it, the more he was satisfied. With an indifferent appearance, she looked down at the junior brother's personal guarantee, sighed lightly, and said with a little 'disgust': "Why did you come back from the exam for me, it was for you, silly junior brother... well, it's rare that you have this kind of promise." For filial piety, I don't care about you...Puchi."

A certain female gentleman hugged this report card of her junior and junior for a long time, which attracted a few female students not far away who were curious and sideways, so she put it away with a stern face.

Before putting away the report card, Zhu Yourong glanced at the remaining classics and righteousness, and then immediately turned around and went to act.

And when Zhu Yourong was writing the report card for 'Renzishisanhao', on the other side, several gentlemen were also talking about Renzishisanhao.

Mr. Chen took a sip of his wine, then turned his head and asked, "Mr. Su, Mr. Duan, is this No. [-] Renzi really that girl Yu Huaijin?"

Su Changfeng and Duan Jiuling looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Not her style."

"And with Yu Huaijin's temperament, do you think she can write beauties and draw pictures of beauties?"

Mr. Chen smiled heartily and teased, "So he's a prudish kid?"

All the gentlemen laughed when they heard this.

At this moment, Mr. Zeng, who had been silently criticizing the red and not mixing with young people, handed a test paper to Mr. Chen with a sullen face, "Xiao Chen also scored this test strategy."

Mr. Chen was startled, and turned around to accept the paper.

The Jingyi papers are marked by the two of them together, and one person corrects half of them. As usual, only the test papers that are determined to give high scores will be read by both of them, and then the final score will be combined to give the final score. Not much, because the subject of Jingyi is notoriously difficult.

"Good words." This was Mr. Chen's first reaction, and he flipped through the front of the paper, "All the questions in the scriptures are correct? It's not bad..."

He continued to turn over the test questions on the back.

"Eat and drink, don't worry but enjoy? Hey, this broken inscription..."

Soon, several gentlemen around noticed that there was no sound in Mr. Chen's direction. He was staring at the test paper, reading the paper in his hand line by line, and was immersed in it.

Duan Jiuling, Su Changfeng and the others didn't care, and continued to devote themselves to the work that was about to be completed, and didn't go to Mr. Guan Chen and Mr. Zeng. However, after a while, a dispute suddenly broke out on the east side of the hall.

It is Mr. Chen who has always been very talkative and Mr. Zeng who likes to put on airs.

"No, nineteen at most."

"Mr. Zeng, such a wonderful trial strategy should get a full score of [-]!" Mr. Chen said earnestly.

"No." The old gentleman insisted.

……

Chapter 691 I'm Afraid He's Proud

Just when the Jingchen Hall was revising the papers in full swing, the Willful Hall was very quiet, until some gossip in the Jingchen Hall was sent back by Xiao Hongyu who came back temporarily.

"No. [-], Renzi? Candidate No. [-], Renzi Field?"

"What, I've got full marks in poetry, painting, and chess!"

"Are you kidding! Poetry, Fu, and Jingyi are both great arts, and we will never give full marks easily. We haven't seen these two great arts get full marks since this year..."

"Even Senior Brother Han from the hall next door wrote a poem called Luohuapin with the right time and the right place for the people, with at most [-] points. I don't expect a full score of [-]. Could it be possible that this No. [-] Renzi wrote an even more powerful song?" Can Luohuapin achieve the state of selflessness?"

"But Brother Hongyu just said that Mr. Su was full of praise for the test paper of 'Ren Zi Shi No. [-]', and he didn't react so much when he saw the test papers of Senior Han and Senior Yu."

"And I heard that this brother wrote a super-class Fu."

At this time, during the class break, a certain calligraphy assistant teacher stepped off the stage to drink water, and the unruly students simply gathered together in twos and twos to discuss. When Yu Huaijin, who was in the row, heard this, her hands that turned the pages of the book paused, staying on a certain page for too long.

"It turned out to be a superior skill. I wrote a Fu, which directly jumped out of the framework of poetry competition." Wu Peiliang put down the book and sighed.

Ever since he was so inspired to make a piece of climbing a building, he has been praised by his classmates and friends in the past two days, but now he is like a small basin of cold water, and the feminine student who punched hard in front of Zhao Rong is showing some self-ashamedness. Not as good complexion:

"Hey, it's true that the strong have their own strong hands."

"Brother Peiliang is too modest. He has far surpassed us in tasting poems on the building. Even if he doesn't have a perfect score, there are still a small group of top-notch poets in this exam."

Wu Peiliang shook his head, "Brother Ling, don't need to comfort me. I'm still a little self-aware of the gap, and everyone can see it. A piece of prose that can make even the well-informed Mr. Su amazed..."

Wu Peiliang pretended to smile casually, and waved his hands, but he didn't feel depressed for long, and soon cheered up again, "It seems that our Mochi Academy is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Which school is my dear friend from among the other five schools? When the results are announced later, I must get to know each other, ask for advice, and exchange ideas.”

Some students praised and nodded: "It should be like this. This is the style of study that our Mochi Academy should have. It is the holy place for studying that Confucian scholars at the foot of the mountain yearn for. Our students are harmonious and friendly, and less hostile. Make a confrontation to make a bet..." A certain student surnamed Zhao was connoted again.

Another student answered: "That's right, regardless of grades, outstanding students take the initiative to share their experience, and those who are lacking are also humbly accepting and learning. They have a good style of study. Brother Pei Liang is a good example."

Wu Peiliang smiled from ear to ear, pressed his mouth and waved his hands quickly: "It's not as noble as everyone said, I really just want to ask for advice with an open mind, this man from No. [-] Renzi is really amazing."

All the students said yes, but they praised Wu Peiliang's modesty, and then they flattered each other for a while, and finally the topic returned to this No. [-] Renzi who was born out of nowhere.

"The schools next door are all rumored. Some people say that Renzi No. [-] is brother Li from Guangyetang, who is famous for his partiality, and others say that it is the low-key brother Chen from Chengxintang..."

Everyone was discussing with gusto. At this time, the results of the mid-month exam have not yet come out, but a dark horse who has already confirmed the perfect score in the three arts is enough to amaze the students in the sixth class. The last time it was so lively, it was Yu Huaijin who started school In the first big exam, the three subjects scored full marks, and the total score was the first.

It's just that this time in the big exam, it's newcomers replacing old ones. At present, everyone has only heard that Yu Huaijin's music art is a perfect score handpicked by Mr. Si, and they don't know about the other subjects, but the limelight was taken by the born Ren. No. [-] was snatched, but this is undoubtedly true. It is embarrassing. Many willful students quietly went to see the reaction of Senior Yu in the front row, but they bumped into the girl's calm, old-fashioned little face. .

In the back row of the school, there were two calligraphy classes in a row. Zhao Rong returned to his seat during the break to drink water to moisten his throat. When passing by, he heard these students gathered together, and their mouths were back and forth. Chang Shi No. [-]', when he first heard this title, he was slightly taken aback, turned his head to think for a while, and then realized...

Back at the seat, I thought Brother Yushu would also come to talk to him about Ren Zi Shi No. [-], Zhao Rong was ready to take out the test card in his sleeve and throw it to him for a showdown.

but……

After all, I underestimated Brother Yushu's "high quality and witty". He didn't have such low-level tastes at all. After the exam, everything was forgotten, and he didn't mention anything related to the exam. He was carefree. Brother Yushu even I don't care how I do in the exam, let alone care about how other people do in the exam.

This is a low-level student who left... Zhao Rong felt ashamed for almost misunderstanding Brother Yushu.

At this time, there was a dull bell in the mountains and forests outside. Yu Huaijin got up to remind the class, and the school suddenly fell silent. Zhao Rong went to the stage step by step, continued to give lectures, and assigned some homework to practice writing.

As for calligraphy, one needs to practice diligently. The brain is mastered, but the hands are not.

In addition to disobeying him for a long time, it is also because today is the first day after the exam, all the gentlemen are correcting papers in Jingchen Hall, for example, Zhu Yourong who has a class in the morning, according to the usual practice, the gentlemen will let him The students of each school have a self-study and rest.

This is the case in all the other schools except the Willful School, but it's a pity that a certain female teacher with big breasts has a very dedicated teaching assistant.

As a result, some students who took the self-study relaxation on the first morning after the exam as a matter of course were unhappy with Zhao Rong who was still seriously lecturing and assigning homework on the podium.

And if there were no accidents, before the end of this morning, Meng Xuezheng, who has always been very efficient, would announce the results of the final exam, so the restlessness and anticipation among the six students throughout the morning was hard to suppress.

But with Yu Huaijin sitting in charge, suppressing her, she didn't dare to show it clearly, and secretly being lazy and not cooperating was unavoidable.

Zhao Rong knew this very well, so his requirements were not too high, it was fine to not want to listen and to be distracted, as long as he didn't speak loudly to disturb the rare students like Brother Teng Ying who were paying attention to the class.

……

"Old Zeng, why not?" Mr. Chen insisted.

"Irregular."

"What is the rule?" Mr. Chen asked.

Mr. Zeng held a cup of tea and took a sip, then said:

"There is no first article, let alone a student's writing. How can it be perfect? ​​We like it and like it, but even if it suits our appetite, we can't easily give it a full score. Old man, give it nineteen points. If he is excellent, he is not far behind. This is also the old rule left by the senior gentlemen who have taught the scriptures in the past few years since the school opened, and it naturally has its reasons."

Mr. Chen shook his head, "Rules are dead, but people are alive. Besides, in other arts, why do their teachers get full marks, but it's not good for us in Jingyi?"

Mr. Zeng was not annoyed, but shook his head lightly, "Because classics and righteousness are great arts, much more rigorous than poetry and prose, how can it be easily compared with other small arts? Besides, Confucian scholars who study classics and righteousness, What you need is a humble and studious attitude, tireless, and giving full marks at will, wouldn't it be easy to make people proud? Either way, or..."

The old gentleman who has seen many young talents smiled slightly: "The old rules that have been left behind always have their reasons. Xiaochen, don't be arrogant. You must know that being too strong is easy to break, and being too arrogant is easy to lose. These young people, You have to hold back and don't make them proud."