In the middle of the night, Dongli Xiaozhu.

The lights in the north room were still on.

Inside the house, behind the landscape painting screen, white mist shrouded, the outline of a bathtub was faintly visible, and there was a figure.

Zhao Rong's hair was wet, his hands were resting on the edge of the bucket, his head was tilted back, and a white towel was folded neatly on his forehead, covering half of his face.

In the hazy white smoke, the arc of the corner of his mouth was full of relaxation.

At a certain moment, some faint bells were heard outside the house.

clang--

Wow————

Zhao Rong shuddered, his upper body leaned forward violently, water splashed, and the white towel fell, and was subconsciously caught by a hand.

He turned his head and looked around, then rubbed his brow with his other hand.

"Why did I almost fall asleep again... It was the same as the pulse shock just now."

Zhao Rong muttered and frowned, but relaxed again the next second.

Just at night, he took advantage of the momentum of drinking the fourth cup of Zhengguan Well water during the day, and hit the fifth of the eight extraordinary meridians in his body in one go. The pulse and pulse were successful. He was slightly tired, so he took a bath.

, but I didn’t expect that I almost fell asleep again.

I feel a little sleepy, what's going on... Zhao Rong is already a warrior who is about to reach the Fuyao realm, and now he has a tendency to transform into a powerful monster of a different kind of monster. In the past, it was common to stay awake for half a month.

As long as you meditate and practice on time every day, let alone now.

Maybe it’s because there are so many things going on recently and a lot of energy is being consumed?

Zhao Rong shook his head and stood up from the bathtub. The red snake in his meridians... No, it should be called a 'fire dragon'. The fire dragon turned rapidly and traveled thousands of miles in an instant.

Astonishing heat was emitted from his body as he moved around, and the fog became even worse behind the screen. In a short time, the water stains on his body surface were evaporated, eliminating the need for wiping.

Zhao Rong raised his hands to tie his hair casually, put on an autumn coat knitted by Qing Junsu's hands with one stitch and one thread, and went to read at night.

By the way... I want to think about how to be Mr. Zhao tomorrow.

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The stars are changing, and the sun is rising.

In the morning, Mochi Academy, Suixing Hall.

The whole class is full of students.

At this time, Suishing Hall was a little quiet, except that the first class not long ago was a painting class, and a few breaths ago, the tall calligraphy teacher with a gray beard just left, and now it is already the break.

, but the hall was surprisingly quiet, in sharp contrast to the noise of students from other schools passing by outside the hall.

Many Suixingtang students couldn't help but look behind them, at the person sitting next to Fan Yushu on the rear left.

Wu Peiliang's face was as dark as water. He cleared up the drawing objects on his desk and paused for a while before finally finishing. He took a long breath and looked back like the classmates around him.

Just after the morning reading, Yu Huaijin came on stage to inform everyone about something.

At this moment, in the field of vision of a large group of students, the young student next to Fan Yushu, who is very conspicuous when he does not wear student Qijin, is lowering his head and splashing ink, looking focused, as if he has not noticed that he has become the focus of the whole class, and still

Doing your own thing.

Time passed quietly.

In the distant mountains and forests already glowing with autumn colors, the dull sound of the ancient clock came again.

The time has come.

Zhao Rong was swiping his ink with his eyes lowered. Shi Shiran put down the brush in his hand and carefully looked at the scroll paintings on the long table.

Unlike music art, which felt boring, although he was not proficient in painting before entering the academy, after studying for a few days, he became quite interested in the three major categories of figures, landscapes, and flowers and birds.

, especially painting figures.

Zhao Rong looked at the 'Picture of Yiren Qingjun' on the table, was quiet for a while, nodded, and shook his head again. He felt that it was still not one-tenth as beautiful as Qingjun in his eyes and heart.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong suddenly raised his pen again, rolled up his sleeves, dipped in ink, and touched a certain spot on this lovely child on the scroll, dotting Qingjun's red lips.

He nodded slightly and put the pen down again.

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu, who was peeping sideways with everyone, and didn't say anything. When the ink was dry, he gently put away his wife's scroll, then stood up, and slowly stood up under the eyes of the students in the hall.

He stepped onto the podium three steps above the ground in the hall.

Zhao Rong turned around suddenly.

There are pairs of eyes in the audience.

He faced the students of Sui Xing Hall, his eyes were calm, and he looked around the hall.

Zhao Rong raised his hands, straightened his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and moved his eyes downward, looking at the old-fashioned woman sitting somewhere in the front row.

Yu Huaijin stood up, glanced at every other art class, and reported as usual: "Mr. Zhao, all the students of Sui Xing Hall have arrived and are ready for class at any time."

Zhao Rong nodded, but... there was still no movement at all.

The atmosphere inside Suixing Hall became peaceful.

Yu Huaijin frowned slightly and turned to look at the students behind him. There was nothing unusual. He looked back at Zhao Rong with an inquiring look in his eyes.

Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back and remained calm, but...for a second he glanced down at the tea cup on the table. It was the thirst-quenching tea prepared for Mr. Yi Xue in every art class.

As for who usually does it at this time.

Dangdang——

The slight sound of tables and chairs clattering together seemed very loud in the quiet Sui Xing Hall.

In the sight of the whole hall of students.

Yu Huaijin had already stood up, straightened her back, and walked onto the stage with her hands in hand.

Poker face.

Under the stage, Fan Yushu, who was in the last row, quietly gave Zhao Rong a thumbs up.

Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou looked at each other.

Yu Huaijin came on stage, walked to the desk belonging to the gentlemen, raised his eyes to look at Zhao Rong, then lowered his head slightly, picked up the white porcelain tea set with a pair of small white jade hands, cleaned it, and poured hot tea.

Zhao Rong took a few glances at the old-fashioned woman in front of him who had been pressing him to play the piano and draw pictures not long ago, and saw that the movements of her hands were meticulous.

This hand is really white, especially when placed next to the white porcelain tea set.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

However, it really hurts to hit me with a ruler.

Thinking of this, the next second, Zhao Rong's hand behind his back suddenly stretched forward and grabbed the two-finger-wide bamboo ruler on the table.

Yu Huaijin, who was pouring tea, paused slightly and then continued without raising his head.

Zhao Rong raised his ruler and looked at the old-fashioned woman who was pouring tea respectfully. He glanced at her and nodded from time to time, as if he was sure that this was the culprit who beat him a few days ago, but he didn't know it was the ruler.

Or Yu Huaijin?

Yu Huaijin's eyelids narrowed slightly.

"Mr. Zhao, please have some tea."

Finally, the cup of hot tea was poured. Yu Huaijin put the tea on the table in front of Zhao Rong respectfully with a straight face, and then looked up at him without saying a word.

Zhao Rong looked at her for a while, and after a while, he suddenly put down the hand holding the ruler, nodded slightly, and said with a bright smile: "Thank you for your hard work."

Yu Huaijin lowered his eyes and said, "Does Mr. Zhao have anything else to do?"

Zhao Rong picked up the tea cup and took a sip, shaking his head slightly.

Yu Huaijin did not move, still standing in front of the table.

"It's a bit astringent..." Zhao Rong muttered, then slowly put down the teacup and nodded again.

"have."

He smiled softly and said, "Xuanji, can you give me a smile, sir? Women have a straight face all day long and are not nice at all. They tend to age prematurely."

Yu Huaijin's face was expressionless.

Zhao Rong thought for a while and added: "If you are like this... then you will not be able to get married."

Yu Huaijin's small hands, which were covered by her wide sleeves, clenched violently.

She took a deep breath, stared at the sincere smile of the man in front of her who was worried about the student's life-long matter, and then calmed down and said word by word: "Mr. Zhao, please respect yourself."

Zhao Rong's smile suddenly disappeared, and the ruler in his hand stretched out in the direction of Yu Huaijin without any explanation.

He looked at her with a calm expression.

Yu Huaijin suddenly narrowed his eyes.

The two looked at each other.

The whole class of students stared blankly at this sudden turn of events.
To be continued...