In his ears, the noise became louder and louder. Zhao Rong kept walking, with a calm expression, pursed his lips, and strode out of the crowded crowd.

Gu Yiwu was stunned, Yu Huaijin frowned and frowned, Li Xueyou opened her mouth slightly, classmates with wide eyes, etc.

Everything was left behind by him.

Zhao Rong rolled up his clothes and climbed up the steps.

layer.

Two floors.

Three floors...

In his peripheral vision, Meng Zhengjun seemed to be staring at him with a frown.

Zhao Rong's lips twitched slightly.

Soon, he climbed the nine steps step by step.

The wind seemed a bit strong in the high open areas, it turned out that it was already deep autumn.

Zhao Rong muttered in his heart, then lowered his head slightly, looked directly into the eyes of Meng Zhengjun, who was shorter than him, and raised the corners of his mouth, "I'm going to Dali. The quota for one person is already full. There is no need to choose anyone else."

The whole place was silent.

Everyone was looking at the man standing on the steps under the autumn sun, blocking the autumn wind and smiling.

The movement of Meng Zhengjun's hand had already frozen. The folded white paper was only half opened, but it had lost its use at all and was replaced by someone.

From the moment she saw it, a certain man pierced through the crowd like a sharp arrow and stepped onto the stage step by step.

Meng Zhengjun's serious expression, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years and was as serious as ice, became a little looser and showed some surprise.

It just calmed down quickly and briefly, and I couldn't tell what the emotion was.

Meng Zhengjun's face was expressionless, his eyes gradually narrowed, and he looked up and down carefully at the man in front of him who dared to stand on the high platform with her.

Well, Zhao Rong is half a head taller than her.

Meng Zhengjun was able to look at him with her head slightly raised at an angle that made her uncomfortable.

The autumn sun behind his head was still a bit dazzling.

Even so, Meng Zhengjun's eyes did not blink at all.

At this time, one word came out of her mouth.

"you?"

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Well, I'm the student from Mochi, Zhao Ziyu. Isn't it okay?"

Meng Zhengjun said nothing for a while.

Zhao Rong's eyes did not evade, "I just listened to your rules in the audience. Isn't it to encourage us to take the initiative to stand up?"

He paused and glanced at Meng Zhengjun. At this time, he seemed to have lost the pressure he felt when he was looking up from the audience just now.

She is as thin as Yu Huaijin, um, just taller.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at the silent and dark Mochi students under the stage, and said in a puzzled tone:

"Did Master Xuezheng just say those words just to scare us? We have already made our choice?"

As soon as these words came out, most of the students at the foot of the steps subconsciously held their breath.

He really dared to say it!

However, many students who were afraid of being selected breathed a long sigh of relief.

Yu Huaijin, the one in the front row, frowned more and more.

Gu Yiwu had gradually recovered from his daze and was silent at this time.

As soon as Zhao Rong finished speaking, the wrinkles on Meng Zhengjun's face suddenly gathered and became deeper, and even his cheeks twitched slightly.

She stared at Zhao Rong and said coldly: "Are you going alone? Of course you can."

Zhao Rong said softly, "Okay, that's it."

Meng Zhengjun nodded, took the half-opened piece of white paper with only three words written on it, clenched it in his palm, and it immediately turned into fine ash and disappeared into the autumn wind.

She immediately turned around, looked around at the Mochi students, and announced loudly:

"At this time, the Musical Arts Examination is divided into two batches. Except for Suixingtang Zhao Ziyu, everyone stays in the academy temple for regular assessment. Suixingtang Zhao Ziyu was sent to Dali to organize the Zen Ceremony."

As soon as this statement came out.

There was some silence under the stage.

Everyone looked at the lonely slender figure on the stage in silence.

Meng Zhengjun looked around with an expressionless face, then closed the coffin and concluded: "If there is no objection to the above, then it will happen immediately..."

"Well, wait a minute!"

There is humanity.

Meng Zhengjun choked on his words, frowned and looked around. He saw a simple and burly man at the right rear of the crowd who bowed apologetically. Then, like Zhao Rong just now, he walked straight forward, separated from the crowd, stepped up the steps step by step, and stood there.

Zhao Rong's side.

There was a brief moment of dead silence on the field.

At this time, there were three people on the stage.

Gu Yiwu said in a deep voice: "Lord Xuezheng, count me as one, Gu Yiwu from the Hall of Justice."

Meng Zhengjun pursed his lips and looked at the two men in front of him.

Zhao Rong frowned and turned to glare at Gu Yiwu.

The latter smiled brightly and did not speak. He just stretched out his right hand and made a decent gesture:

The fingers were slightly spread, the palms were bent, and finally, they were pinched in the air.

Zhao Rong: “…………”

It's just this strange gesture, but other people on the field were confused and didn't know what the mystery was.

Sign Language?
Chapter completed!