These classmates of Zhao Rong couldn't help but be surprised.

If this is really the case, and he can get the special favor of the two academy gentlemen, then even if his grades are not outstanding in the apprenticeship ceremony a year later, let alone becoming a disciple, it will not be easy to become a regular disciple.

Although Mr. Zhu’s so-called Confucianism in calligraphy is somewhat unreliable, it is quite controversial among academicians.

But what Mr. Yan teaches is Confucianism and Taoism, a solid road to prosperity...

At this moment, many eyes were fixed on the face of the young Confucian scholar on the podium.

I saw Zhao Rongzheng looking outside the door for a while, and then looking at Wu Peiliang for a while.

He blinked his eyes lightly, his expression was a little expectant, and he didn't care about the complicated looks of other students.

In the center of Suixing Hall, Wu Peiliang still had a smile on his face.

Seems like he's trying to get away with it.

No one spoke first, and the air in Sui Xing Hall fell silent.

At this moment.

Someone moved.

But it was Sima Yiyi who had been quietly watching the school farce.

I saw him nodded slightly.

Then he spoke softly to the nervous Li Xueyou, "I'll see you after class to see my uncle."

Li Xueyou nodded vigorously, tied up her ponytail and sprinkled it lightly.

Sima Duyi suddenly turned his head, cupped his hands towards Zhao Rong on the podium, turned and walked towards the door, his movements still unhurried.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

"Senior Brother Sima, get out of class ends at six o'clock."

Sima Duyi kept walking and nodded slightly.

The tense atmosphere in Suixing Hall suddenly relaxed.

Many students let out a sigh of relief.

Wu Peiliang, in particular, quickly put away his stiff smile, licked his lips, and turned his eyes away from the podium, not looking at the young Confucian scholar who was smiling but not smiling.

Zhao Rong actually felt a little sorry.

Originally, I wanted to wait for Wu Peiliang to make a few more tough words into a prophecy to see what other ‘busy things’ he didn’t know about.

But it seems that no one is a fool, especially Wu Peiliang. He didn't say a word. Just be embarrassed. It's better than being slapped in the face again.

Zhao Rong smiled and handed him a step.

"Brother Wu, do you have anything else to do? If not, can you sit back on your little bench first? We have also wasted a lot of time, and it is time to start class."

Wu Peiliang held back a sentence, "No, no, thank you Mr. Zhao."

Before he finished speaking, he had already returned to his position with his hands lowered and his head lowered.

Zhao Rong exhaled softly, tilted his head, and looked past the back of Sima Duyi, who was walking to the door to leave, and looked at the sun outside.

He frowned slightly, he had just been delayed and it was getting late.

Zhao Rong shook his head and reached for the paper manuscript on the table.

"Excuse me, is Zhao Ziyu here?"

Suddenly, a strange male voice sounded outside the door again.

The school fell silent again.

The students of Suixing Hall immediately looked at Zhao Rong.

Mr. Zhao is so busy.

Beside the gate, Sima Duyi's steps had already stopped. When he saw the man, his eyes opened slightly, and a rare look of surprise flashed in his cold eyes.

On the podium, Zhao Rong had stopped extending his hand, and his brows could not help but frown. This voice was clear but somewhat magnetic... He didn't recognize it!

Zhao Rong retracted his hand, straightened his back, and turned his head.
Chapter completed!