There are also many of them.

This is also the reason why Zhao Rong feels that Suixingtang is actually pretty good.

Because despite their prejudice and arrogance, there are still people who read their books seriously.

But at this time, what Zhao Rong didn't expect was that despite the indifferent friendship between the two parties, five students actually came out to silently support him.

Zhao Rong smiled.

However, today's farce seems unwilling to let up easily.

Just when Meng Zhengjun's eyes regained their composure and he was about to say something, his pupils shrank slightly.

Hoho————!

The whole audience suddenly screamed in surprise.

Because a short and thin figure was walking up the steps step by step at the moment.

The stern appearance and temperament of this thin figure are very familiar to Meng Zhengjun, who is about to erupt like a volcano!

"Mr. Meng, count me in, Suixingtang, Yu Huaijin."

Yu Huaijin walked up to Zhao Rong and spoke to Meng Zhengjun with a serious expression on his face.

The whole place was in an uproar, and the heated discussion reached a climax.

Yu Huaijin, the number one in the six halls who had always been treated as a half-closed disciple by Meng Zhengjun, actually came on stage and now stood on the opposite side of Meng Zhengjun!

Gradually.

Because a serious woman whose aura suppressed the entire crowd did not speak, the noise in the open space subsided.

Soon, the solemn and silent atmosphere was restored.

The remaining Mochi students in the audience were already a little numb from shock.

They watched the scene on the stage speechlessly.

Zhao Rong took the lead and stood on the left platform, followed by about forty or fifty seniors, including seniors from the two schools.

Meng Zhengjun stood quietly on the platform on the right, alone.

The two sides are vaguely opposed to each other.

Silent stalemate.

Before the Mochi students were called here today by Meng Zhengjun, no one thought that things would develop to this point.

There are actually students who dare to go on stage alone and confront Meng Zhengjun.

However, not only was he unable to eat and walk around, but he also attracted a large group of students to come to the stage to take sides, forcing Meng Zhengjun to find it difficult to step down, and he was in a dilemma.

No one could have imagined that in the past, every etiquette test, which was recognized as a hard-working expatriate test, would have so many people rushing to take it.

Some students couldn't help but wonder if there was some inside story in Dali's assessment that they didn't know about to get high scores.

But this idea is just a thought. The difficulty of the ceremony of Zen is well known.

Therefore, even Wu Peiliang, who looks ugly, has to admit that the root cause of all this is about to be revealed...

At this moment, the entire audience was silent, and their eyes were all focused on the slender figure in front of the crowd on the right side of the stage.

At this moment, Zhao Rong took a step forward, looked directly at Meng Zhengjun, whose complexion was faintly green and white, and bowed his hands.

"Xue Zheng, I came up first. Let me go down to Dali. The minimum requirement for sending one person has been met. Don't choose anyone else."

Gu Yiwu spoke solemnly.

"Tzuyu, don't be willful and talk nonsense. There is more than one quota for the Dali assessment this time. Don't make the decision for me. Xuezheng, don't listen to Ziyu. Please give me a quota and let me go with him.

, as for the others, forget it..."

"No, I want to go too. Xuezheng, give me a place..."

"I also want……"

The students behind Zhao Rong all voiced their opposition to Da Li's assessment quota and opposed him going alone.

Suddenly, the field was filled with these quarrels.

The students who were watching silently in the audience looked a little strange and couldn't laugh or cry.

A serious woman who was a scholar had a pale face.

next moment.

"quiet!"

Meng Zhengjun interrupted all the quarrels with an angry rebuke.

The nasolabial folds on her face were tightly wrinkled, and her eyes were staring straight at Zhao Rong, not looking at anyone else.

Zhao Rong looked at him with calm eyes.

"Okay, very good, Zhao Ziyu, you, you are the first person." Meng Zhengjun's chest rose and fell violently.

Zhao Rong cupped his hands and said seriously: "I don't dare to take it."

"!!!" Meng Zhengjun.

She waved her sleeves.

"If you want to go, then everyone can go! The number of places is limited. The first twenty people who come up will go to Dali for the assessment soon!"

Meng Zhengjun gritted his teeth and said a word, then he couldn't stay any longer. She felt that the look from Zhao Rong's eyes made her face burn with pain.

This usually rigid and polite woman turned around and walked into the auditorium.

Leaving with unprecedented rudeness.

Hundreds of Mochi students were left standing there looking at each other.

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand to rub his face and exhaled heavily.

What happened...

I really didn't want to slap you in the face.

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PS: Ahem, good morning, brothers...

From early morning to now, two chapters are presented. Thank you brothers for timing. You are such good brothers!

Well, everyone, if there is no update by 12 o'clock tonight, it will be updated tomorrow morning.

Xiaorong is now adjusting his work and rest schedule, trying not to stay up all night, and living a good life first, and then typing...

By the way, brothers who say Xiaorong is weak, don’t run away!
Chapter completed!