Before going down the mountain, Zhao Rong made a bet with Wu Peiliang in public.

The total scores of the gambling exam were concluded by Zhao Rong on his own initiative.

If he loses, he will give Wu Peiliang the assistant to the Book Arts Class, who can always be close to Mr. Zhu, and also give Wu Peiliang all the well water from Zhengguanjing to drink.

If Zhao Rong wins, Wu Peiliang will admit his mistake and punish him with his own punishment for copying the word "六" and then bring his own letter to Zhao Rong to see it. This actually contains the nature of being insulted, because this is to admit that the letter to Shu Tong is indeed written better than Wu Pei...

Someone went to bed during the exam during the morning and left in the afternoon, which made this bet in the eyes of most students in the Ruxing Hall.

At this time, Yu Huaijin spoke actively.

But it was something Zhao Rong didn't expect.

Others did not expect that Senior Yu would speak out on his own initiative.

But now.

She really ended up...

At this time, seeing Zhao Rong and the other two motionless, Yu Huaijin's tone became stronger:

"Brother Ziyu, Brother Peiliang?"

The audience's eyes were focused on the two.

Wu Peiliang came to the stage with a sneering smile.

Zhao Rong still didn't move, looking at the old-fashioned girl with her lips pursed on the podium.

The latter also looked over.

"Tiyu, why don't you go up there?" Fan Yushu suggested in a low voice.

Zhao Rong was silent for a while, and then remembered the scene where Yu Huaijin gave him serious lessons at noon.

Under the eyes of the audience, he gently stood up and stepped forward.

Zhao Rong and Wu Peiliang came to the podium together.

Yu Huaijin turned his head first and said to Wu Peiliang: "I am proud and complacent, provoke my classmates, Brother Peiliang apologizes to Brother Ziyu first."

Wu Peiliang: "I..."

Han Wenfu suddenly said, "Brother Wu, don't act irritably. Could it be that Huai Jin has misunderstood you?"

He shook his head and sighed, "You guys, you always don't let her worry. I also manage a school. Therefore, I admire Huai Jin's ability to manage the orderly manner before. In the past, when seniors in other schools talked about Huai Jin, they were all inferior. However, in the face of such conflicts between brothers and classmates in the school, everyone was very troubled. You, let Huai Jin be busy with you every day and enjoy a comfortable learning environment, but they cannot put themselves in their shoes to experience the difficulties of your seniors, hey."

Wu Peiliang and some students blushed when they heard this.

Wu Peiliang honestly fell down, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Senior Yu, I don't disrespect you, and everyone admires you very much... Okay, Student Han is right, let me apologize first."

After saying that, he turned around and bowed to Zhao Rong perfunctorily, and said with a rude and polite tone:

"There are so many offensives. You have a lot of them. The previous bet, well, I'll follow the arrangements of Senior Yu and Student Han, so... will be cancelled, hey."

The last sentence Wu Peiliang's tone was both regretful and reluctant. He squeezed out this sentence as if he was giving Zhao Rong what he had already obtained.

After saying that, he didn't even look at Zhao Rong and threw his hands over.

Seeing this, Yu Huaijin's brows were not relaxed and he wanted to say anything again, but Han Wenfu hit him first, nodded and praised Wu Peiliang. Then, he was not polite, turned his head for Yu Huaijin and smiled at Zhao Rong and ordered:

"Brother Zhao, right? You have heard what you said just now. It is not easy for Huaijin to manage you students. I would like to understand that Brother Pei Liang will apologize to you first. Let's stop this matter. You also apologize to Brother Pei Liang. If you can't slap, both parties will apologize and lift the childish bet."

Zhao Rong did not look at him, looked at Yu Huaijin, shook his head, "I'm not wrong, why do you apologize? And I don't need him to apologize to me, but I can lift your face, but that's all."

Then he asked back: "In addition, Brother Yu, will he appreciate it if you help him like this?"

After suddenly saying something without any end, Zhao Rong stopped talking and went up to the podium to prepare for a lecture.

Everyone was confused by the last sentence.

Having been slapped in public, Han Wenfu smiled without caring at all, shrugged at the students who were looking at him, and sighed with a smile.

Students such as Wu Peiliang admired him more and more, and were also indignant for him.

"Oh, you're still good at getting a bargain. Senior Han and Senior Yu, why are you helping him? You're kind-hearted and treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs!"

Wu Peiliang looked at him disdainfully and shook his sleeves back to his position.

Yu Huaijin turned around and looked at Zhao Rong's back on the podium without saying a word.

Zhao Rong turned around and began to give a lecture.

There was only a few applauses that should have sounded from the audience as usual.

Less than half of the students applauded politely, well, Brother Yushu's slap was the loudest among them.

Yu Huaijin turned his head silently and looked at the students.

She still doesn't understand why it turned out like this.

Zhao Rong's lecture was the same as before, focusing on the eight methods of Yong's character, teaching them the Tao, not the art, and what would he do without deliberately opposing Zhu Yourong?

However, at least half of the people in the podium were doing their own things and reviewing their own things on their own, just like Zhao Rong's previous life, some people learned mathematics in English and mathematics classes.

Zhao Rong was used to it and focused on giving lectures to Li Xueyou, Jia Tengying and other students in the audience, and then took the teaching aids and stepped down easily, and he was too lazy to call him.

So, it was not until Zhao Rong returned to his seat and the old smiled and blamed Han Wen again on the stage that most of the students in the audience realized that they had changed the person.

Then there was a burst of warm applause that Zhao Rong had never enjoyed on the stage, and almost overturned the roof.

Han Wenfu pressed the palm helplessly across the air, and the applause gradually became smaller.

He said a few funny jokes, which caused laughter from the audience, and his popularity was almost as good as Brother Xue's "Tanghua".

In the back row, Fan Yushu approached Zhao Rong, "Ziyu, you were too tough just now."

Zhao Rong asked back: "Can your applause be a little smaller next time?"

Fan Yushu patted him on the shoulder, "Tiyu, this bet has finally been cancelled. I think you should thank Senior Yu later."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "It's not me who deserves to thank her, it's Wu Peiliang."

Fan Yushu used to it and continued to say earnestly: "Tiyu, I heard from my brother. There were a lot of people on the stage just now, so I can understand you, but in private, you will still thank Senior Yu. She favored you this time, and everyone actually saw it."

Fan Yushu nodded and sighed: "Well, the cucumbers you gave on Ziyu are quite useful. I'll try it next time to see if I can make up for less classes."

Zhao Rong smiled and ignored him.

Zhao Rong was patient and began to listen carefully to the lectures of the senior senior in the Taoist temple who was famous in the academic hall on stage.

After a while, he showed some disappointment on his face and shook his head.

Apart from being pretty, there is not much real information.

But for this reason, the atmosphere on the court is much more active than when Zhao Rong was teaching. After all, who doesn’t like beautiful and funny words, it is obviously more interesting than serious classroom lectures.

Zhao Rong, in the back row, packed up the book, got up and left from behind.

"Tiyu, what are you doing?" Fan Yushu asked.

"I have to give the lessons to Suxing Hall, and I have to give the lessons to Zhengyi Hall. As a teacher assistant in the calligraphy and art classes of the two classes, you should not favor one or the other." Zhao Rong, who didn't want to waste his time, left the back door without looking back.

In the school, no one seemed to notice it except Yu Huaijin and Li Xueyou, or no one cared about it.

Yu Huaijin followed him silently.

Han Wenfu, who was confident in teaching on the podium, only then did the smile that was often hung on the corner of his mouth fall a little, and he looked sideways frequently.

...

Yu Huaijin caught up with Zhao Rong.

"Where are Brother Ziyu going?"

"Go to the Zhengyi Hall to have a look. After all, Mr. Zhu also handed over the calligraphy and art classes of the Zhengyi Hall to the lower class, so he can't be biased."

Yu Huaijin suddenly said, "You are not satisfied with what I did just now." Her statement tone.

Zhao Rong smiled, "Apart from being dissatisfied, everyone else is quite satisfied."

"Sorry, I should have told you in advance before calling you tonight."

"Maybe."

"You said, why is this?"

"What's why."

"Why do you still don't abide by the courtesy of the Ruxing Hall after so long, be respectful and humble, and unite with your brothers and feet? Are these difficult?"

“Not difficult.”

"Why..."

"It is not difficult to keep your own rituals, but the difficult thing is to let others keep your rituals."

Zhao Rong turned around and asked, "Do you think the Supreme Master is a big ritual or a big fist?"

Yu Huaijin was silent for a while, "The courtesy is great, the courtesy is in the heart, and the box is outside the heart. The courtesy in the heart of the sage master is high, and the courtesy is endless when it is far away."

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Yu Huaijin frowned, "Can it be that his fist is bigger?"
To be continued...