The afternoon passed soon.

Zhao Rong and a group of students from the Suxingtang Hall left the library and returned to the Mochi Academy.

As the mountains and forests in the distance, the dull sound of the ancient bell came.

It also means that this afternoon's calligraphy class has ended.

On the way, the students of Luxingtang were quite lively, with the sound of conversation, playfulness and joking intertwined.

Zhao Rong, who was walking in front, looked back.

Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, talking and laughing.

Although I seem to have learned nothing in this book class and I have been watching the fun, isn’t this the reason for my good mood?

Although Luxing Hall is one of the best schools in Mochi Six Schools, most of the churches are good students in a sense.

But it is also good to be able to relax like wandering in a certain art class. Is this happy education?

Some students looked at someone's back and felt a little pleasant.

Even if someone’s original intention is not to take them to play...

In addition, there is another reason for the lively atmosphere at this time.

That is the holiday day is here again.

It's tomorrow.

Therefore, anyone with some academic experience knows that the afternoon before the holiday is a more comfortable time in a sense than the holiday itself.

Especially after school, just like now.

Because you can plan at will.

And if the last class happens to be similar to the "physical education class" that Zhao Rong had no use in his previous life...

Well, double happiness, you can understand it.

All those who have experienced it have said it is good.

At this moment, when Zhao Rong, who was walking in front of the crowd with his hands behind his back, thought of this, he felt that he had a deep understanding of the feelings of the classmates behind him.

After all, the old student is now.

Zhao Rong raised his lips.

He couldn't help but look back at the happy smiles of his classmates, feeling emotion.

I will protect this smile.

Zhao Rong smiled and said:

"Everyone, let's have a rest tomorrow. I see that the other gentlemen have not assigned homework. Your holiday may be too monotonous. Let's do it. I will just arrange it casually depending on the situation. Anyway, everyone is still idle, so I just write casually."

Originally, the students of Luoxing Hall were looking around, talking and laughing in groups of three or two.

Or discussing a private holiday meeting, or making an appointment to climb high in autumn, or making an appointment to have a half-day leisure together, or forming a team to experience the interesting "Cuju" that just came from the foot of the mountain.

But it fell with someone's smile.

The crowd was still noisy for three breaths, but then it gradually became quiet.

The students looked sideways and stared at the smiling face of a guy who was trying to add luster to their boring holiday.

The words just now made them feel extremely uncomfortable.

Many students' smiles froze.

Among them, Wu Peiliang couldn't help but speak first: "Mr. Zhao...Mr. Zhao, what do you mean by 'dependence on the situation'?"

Zhao Rong looked at the most positive "Pei Niang" with admiration and nodded:

"I asked well, but I didn't have much to ask. Go back and write a word and hand it over in the next class."

The students of Shuxingtang looked at each other in a glance.

Wu Peiliang felt even more uneasy. He had to go back on the holidays. How could he waste too much effort on the homework assigned by this cheap man?

Besides... Wu Peiliang doesn't believe someone's words now.

He glanced at Zhao Rong's expression and spoke vigilantly.

"It's really just one word? Mr. Zhao, do you say this 'one word' first, which means number or category? If it's category, what kind of word is it, and how many times do you have to write it?"

Wu Peiliang cleverly grasped the loophole in someone's words, and broke it and asked in detail.

As we all know, sometimes, in addition to only being able to believe in three points, teachers must also be prepared to reinterpret it again.

"Um?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but look at him again. The student in front of him who looked a little feminine but seemed to be turning very quickly.

He gave Wu Peiliang a look of "a child can teach" and nodded again.

"I was about to say that very simple words... Yong, the fresh and timeless Yong, just five strokes. As for the number of times, there is no need to be too many. Let's set a small goal first, write a thousand of them, and hand it in the next class."

After hearing the "small goal", many students in the Suxing Hall twitched.

One thousand? This is just a piece of paper grinding and writing on calligraphy and rice paper, and you will know it is not a little bit.

Some students sighed.

But many of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The next Shuxingtang calligraphy class seems to be in a few days, and it is not time to finish it slowly.

At least tomorrow's holiday will be the same as before, right?

Wu Peiliang nodded secretly in his heart. He turned around and exchanged glances with his classmates. He turned his head and said with some temptation:

"Mr. Zhao, are you sure that there is only these, and it's gone?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "No matter how many, I'm afraid you all will be too busy, that's all."

As he said that, he seemed to be a little embarrassed, and he was squeezing everyone's spare time.

Wu Peiliang glanced at Zhao Rong's face a few times, nodded slowly, and said nothing more.

Zhao Rong suddenly said to Yu Huaijin:

"My secret, send the word "Yong" I wrote."

The latter had originally seen Zhao Rong feel a little reluctant to speak, but when he heard this, he took out a thick stack of rice paper that Zhao Rong had handed her before class and distributed it.

The students of Luxingtang took the results one after another. After a closer look, they found that the word "Yong" was neatly crafted.

At the same time, the paper also comes with separate strokes that have been dismantled, and there are several lines of elegant and vigorous small calligraphy below as key notes.

It can be said that everything is very detailed.

This piece of rice paper is less than a hundred words, and is all familiar handwriting of someone, which makes it pleasing to the eye.

If nothing else, just talking about calligraphy, the students of Shuxingtang were really convinced by this "Mr. Zhao". This is the case since he used the word "right" to suppress the students of the whole school. Even if he was picking Wu Peiliang, there is no dispute.

Li Xueyou spread the rice paper with both hands, lowered her head, and looked at these very beautiful words with wide eyes, staring blankly from time to time, her little face was thinking.

Xiao Hongyu, who was standing beside him, also looked at the words on the rice paper while looking at Zhao Rong who was smiling and silent.

I just think that this is a good handwriting, but sometimes it is really good to have a good face, which makes people feel good at first sight.

And I heard that Mr. Zhu seems to favor him very much...

While Xiao Hongyu was swimming.

Seeing that everyone had received these rice papers he copied all night last night, Zhao Rong said softly:

"One copy is taken by one person, and I will copy it. I will think about how to write it well... I will leave the next class to me."

"Yes, sir."

The students of Shuxingtang responded one after another.

Then, the crowd became lively again.

At this moment, Yu Huaijin came to Zhao Rong and spoke with a stern face:

"Brother Zhao, don't forget to make up for the lesson tomorrow. The middle of the month is about to take the exam. Don't be careless. In the morning, you and Brother Fan are waiting for me in Dongli Xiaozhu. I may have something to do first..."

The students of the Ruxing Hall talked a little less, and many people listened and laughed secretly.

We also assigned homework...

Zhao Rong suddenly interrupted Yu Huaijin's words:

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing. What a coincidence, I want to give you some lessons."

Yu Huaijin: “…………”

Students from Ruxingtang: "????"

Make up lessons?
Chapter completed!