This time, Zhao Rong did not see the old-fashioned little girl with sideburns in his dream.

but.

He still dreamed about this landscape painting dream.

It seems that the special ink heart red fruit still has the magical effect, as long as you fall asleep.

This time it was a dream.

What caught Zhao Rong's eyes was still the Peach Blossom Land.

Among them were full of contented villagers.

In the center of the village, the square and rigorous Wumen School still stands.

It was just when Zhao Rong hurried to the school and stood on tiptoe to look in front of the only small window.

There was no sign of Yu Huaijin.

However, classes in this school are still taking place.

A tall and thin old man, twenty well-behaved and serious children.

Just as Zhao Rong was slightly confused.

Everything in Wumen Academy stopped again, and these people seemed to have turned into statues.

Zhao Rong turned his head warily and looked at the villagers, and found that the same was true.

It's the same as last night.

Then.

The ink dripped again.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

At first, the ink droplets began to drip on the statue-like people, like sweat.

Later, Zhao Rong felt like ink was dripping all over the world.

Like sudden rain.

Intensifying.

The dream melted, and the soles of his feet were empty...

Only this time, Zhao Rong was mentally prepared.

I soberly and calmly experienced the sense of escape from falling into endless darkness.

Dongli Xiaozhu, the bed in the north room collapsed.

Zhao Rong stood up calmly.

He rubbed his face and whispered softly:

"Why are you running... You ran away as soon as I came. Doesn't this prove that you also saw me? We both dreamed together..."

"Could it be that some of the things in this dream are secrets that you have that are inconvenient to reveal to others?"

Zhao Rong glanced at the night outside the window, thoughtfully.

"Peach Blossom Spring, well, it should be summed up like this... It's easy to understand. Who doesn't have a Peach Blossom Spring in their heart?"

He chuckled to himself.

"It's just, who is that tall and thin old master...and that school without a door..."

Zhao Rong took a breath and got up from the bed.

The night is not yet deep and the time is still early.

He put the matter aside and continued to study and practice...

The next few days.

Zhao Rong still tried to enter the dream of landscape painting.

However, if he was not the only one in the dream, he would be dreaming of familiar scenery.

If it weren't for the still Peach Blossom Land and Wumen School, it was Yu Huaijin's dream, but just as Zhao Rong was about to approach, she disappeared again as soon as she appeared in front of the school window.

Then the dream turned into a heavy rain, dripping silently.

After Zhao Rong tried it a few times, the novelty of the dream was gone, and Yu Huaijin kept playing boring hide-and-seek with him.

He stopped trying it for the time being, thinking of taking a few days off and exploring another method another day.

Then, Zhao Rong resumed his life as before at night.

Read, practice, and correct homework.

The exam is coming up in the middle of the month and he has been a little busy lately.

However, it is not the busyness of being a student of Suixing Hall.

Rather, it is Mr. Zhao who is a calligraphy class teacher in two schools.

Well, to use the words of my previous life, it’s...you guys really break my heart, sir.

…

In the early morning, the Mochi Academy was shrouded in a hazy mist.

On the cold corridor, the number of pedestrians gradually increased.

Students from Class Six came to class one after another.

The school hall also became lively.

Recently, there was an interesting incident in Mochi Academy, which was widely circulated in private.

In fact, there were rumors circulating among students before, but now almost all students know about it.

Even students who are deaf to what is going on outside the window can generally pick up on the conversations that come from classmates chatting.

Through those frequently mentioned words, this interesting incident that everyone regarded as a joke was roughly outlined.

A new student named Zhao Ziyu is, well, a talented student who joined Shuxing Hall midway.

Perhaps because of her good handwriting and other reasons, she got close to Mr. Zhu and was appointed as a calligraphy assistant by her.

Specially come to teach calligraphy classes at Suxing Hall and Zhengyi Hall.

And it is different from the impression of Mochi students that they are just teaching assistants who occasionally attend classes for their husband.

This student named Zhao Ziyu is fully responsible for the calligraphy classes in the two schools.

This made everyone quite surprised.

Not long after, gossip about the newly appointed ‘Mr. Zhao’, who seemed like a joke, was circulated privately in the school.

He is never taught in a fixed classroom, but wanders around outside with two students, euphemistically called "viewing the scenery and understanding the word".

After being strongly opposed by the students in the class, I guess I felt guilty and returned to class.

It's just that when he teaches, he never brings books. He doesn't want the books written by Mr. Zhu, so he comes empty-handed.

I don't know what kind of homework is assigned to me than the other six arts teachers.

What's more, students are not spared even on holidays and stay to make up lessons.

Wait, wait, etc., to name a few.

After the students from other schools learned about it, they laughed and joked to themselves, and at the same time they couldn't help but feel pity for their colleagues in these two schools.

This is what kind of magical person I met.

I heard that in Suixing Hall and Zhengyi Hall, almost all the students in the two halls were tortured to a great extent. Well, actually not all of them were. It was said that Zhengyi Hall seemed to listen to the tormenting ‘Mr. Zhao’.

The Mochi students who were watching the excitement were actually quite understanding.

What can happen if the Hall of Justice disobeys?

As a dark horse among the last six classes, I ranked third in the last mid-month exam.

In this mid-month exam, they must be thinking of surpassing the previous two schools.

Such a cheap gentleman can only be used as a living horse doctor.

Besides, isn't there Suixingtang, the number one in the six halls, who will also suffer the consequences?

The students of Zhengyi Hall probably feel much more balanced.

However, Suixingtang looks different from them.

He did not completely succumb to the power of this ‘Mr. Zhao’.

No need to think about it.

As the number one school among the six halls, most of the students in the hall are arrogant and arrogant. How can they easily convince a student who has just arrived at Suixing Hall and who has come in through the back door?

If this guy named Zhao Ziyu could teach calligraphy well, that would be all.
To be continued...