The key point is that now it seems that the inexplicable things in class are probably only what the students of Zhengyi Hall can tolerate under the leadership of the somewhat silly Senior Gu.

Maybe even enjoy the hard work and study seriously in class stupidly.

Therefore, most of the comments and words about Zhao Ziyu came from Suixingtang.

However, what makes the students of the other four halls rather strange is that Suixingtang, which has been suffering from Zhao Ziyu for a long time, has not yet risen up.

But if you think about it carefully, even if you rise up now, it seems to be of no use.

Mr. Zhu seems to be letting Zhao Ziyu go, and in Mochi Academy, several people in charge, including Jijiu...

Well, how should I put it?

Among them, the woman who liked to be in charge the most left the academy and went down the mountain, but she hasn't come back yet.

So this is called having no choice?

The students in the other four halls were thinking jokingly as they watched the excitement in Suixing Hall and Zhengyi Hall.

Another thing I thought about was this mid-month exam.

Many people's minds became active.

From this point of view, the monastery seems to be the biggest beneficiary.

Suixingtang, who was originally suppressing them, and Zhengyitang, who had been chasing after them, were both being tormented by that Zhao Ziyu.

Moreover, I heard that when Mr. Zhu assigned a school to this new assistant teacher, he initially chose the monastery.

However, he was decisively rejected by senior Han Wenfu.

Now it seems that I was indeed very foresighted. I did not fall into this big pit, but took advantage of it to jump up.

In contrast, Gu Yiwu, the senior of Zhengyi Hall.

I don’t know how he and the students of Justice Hall feel now.

The Mochi students who were watching the excitement laughed secretly.

At this time, the sun rose, dispersing a lot of the fog in Mochi Academy.

Outside the school.

Zhao Rong, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying walked into the corridor together and walked towards Suixing Hall.

Zhao Rong looked around.

It is a quiet morning scene with a bit of excitement.

He felt very early on that this was indeed a good place to study quietly, far away from the hustle and bustle of Duyou City and far away from the debates and disputes among the academicians.

Well, it would be better if the students from other schools around him stopped looking at him secretly from time to time.

Zhao Rong's lips twitched slightly.

He seems to be quite famous in Mochi Academy now, and people give him nicknames...

"Well, that's Mr. Zhao Da..."

"That's the Zhao Ziyu we talked about a few days ago..."

"Which one, the middle one?"

"Well, the tallest one among the three..."

The wind around me carried some fragments of words.

On the long corridor, there were many Mochi students walking near and far, including some students from the outer hall who were in groups of twos and threes, giving low-key instructions.

He has become the focus of the people around him.

Zhao Rong strode forward with a calm expression.

He just thought for a moment, suddenly stopped, and saluted the classmates around him with cupped fists.

Zhao Rong smiled and said: "Good morning to all of you who are in the same year."

He paused and asked politely and curiously: "Have you eaten everything?"

The surrounding students looked at each other in confusion. After a few glances, many coughed and returned the favor.

"Brother Zhao, I have admired you for a long time."

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Zhao."

"Brother Zhao, you're welcome..."

They replied one after another.

Zhao Rong nodded with relief and bowed again.

Then he turned away with a smile and continued to stride forward with Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying.

But then, Zhao Rong's muttering to himself was picked up by the wind and reached the ears of everyone behind him.

"It's so early in the morning. It turns out everyone is full."

Mochi students: “…………”

Ahead, Fan Yushu was happy when he heard this and joked to Zhao Rong beside him:

"Tzuyu, it seems that you have become a celebrity in our academy."

Zhao Rong nodded in agreement, "Thanks to you."

Fan Yushu coughed lightly and changed the topic.

He suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Ziyu, in the second economics class later, have you finished the difficult homework assigned by the teacher?"

Zhao Rong nodded casually while thinking about the calligraphy class.

Fan Yushu said happily: "That's great, I knew it would be hard for my son Tzuyu to give me a reference."

Zhao Rong glanced at him and said sincerely: "Brother Yushu, mine may not be right."

Fan Yushu waved his hand, "It's okay if you're wrong, just copy it for me."

Zhao Rong: “…………”

Jia Tengying: “…………”

Zhao Rong looked at Fan Yushu and nodded seriously.

It felt like this was the most rude thing he had ever heard in his life.

As expected of you, Brother Yushu.

Zhao Rong's tone was half speechless, half worried, "Okay, but remember to change a few words...don't forget your name."

Not long after.

The first calligraphy class in Suixingtang begins in the morning.

Zhao Rong walked up to the podium with familiarity, looked into the eyes below, and said softly:

"Students, there are only a few days until the mid-month exam. Let's not be afraid...don't be afraid...forget it. Let's get back to the chicken soup later. I'll talk about the homework you handed in."

Zhao Rong shook his head and took out a stack of papers from his sleeve.

He walked off the stage and opened the papers one by one, while patiently commenting on them.

Zhao Rong was the first to come to Li Xueyou and handed over the paper.

He smiled and said: "Brother Xue You's regular script is elegant, graceful and delicate. It is getting better every time. The words are just like the person he is, and they are excellent."

When Li Xueyao heard this, her face turned red and she lowered her head.

He responded softly.

Zhao Rong saw her shy look, smiled and shook his head, then walked to Fan Yushu's table and handed over the paper.

He looked at Fan Yushu seriously.

"Brother Yushu's cursive writing is good, free and elegant, but also regular. The mid-month exam, Mr. Zhu's assessment, is not limited to fonts. Brother Yushu's cursive writing is now good. By the way, how did you practice it? I used to write often

Cursive writing?”

The surrounding Suixing Hall students were quite surprised when they heard this, and many of them looked suspicious.

Fan Yushu blinked and ignored the gazes of the people around him.

He said with a cynical smile: "Ziyu, didn't you just say that your words are like the person they are, so my words are, eh."

Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, nodded towards Fan Yushu who was winking, and then walked towards the other person.

Then, like this, he opened the test paper in the school.

There are comments for every student.

However, almost all of them were praise and encouragement. Although some words did not meet the standards, Zhao Rong had his own thoughts in his heart.

He mainly encouraged them and did not discourage them. After all, the assessment was coming soon.

However, it is excepted for some people.
To be continued...