Zhao Rong knew that this would be the case.

At this time, standing in front of the lobby door, he, who was preparing to take a step back a second ago, slowly fell back to his original place.

Zhao Rong spoke speechlessly and glanced at the students of Luxing Hall who looked at him.

What a group of good students who respect teachers and valuate the truth.

He has never been disappointed in the matter of disappointing him.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, faced the different gazes of everyone in the school, and took a step forward as if nothing had happened, and stepped into the Luxing Hall.

At the same time, he looked at the strange woman who suddenly appeared but did not look at him at this moment.

This is a middle-aged woman about forty years old.

She has a positive appearance and has a little nasolabial fold on both sides of her nose. It can be roughly seen that she should have looked quite beautiful when she was young.

It’s a pity that the expression is too serious and too serious, which makes people feel difficult to get close to.

His stern face looks even more old-fashioned than Yu Huaijin.

This serious woman's clothes and tie-ups are very neat and rigorous, and she abides by the Confucian scholar system.

Even some small etiquette items on her body were vaguely seen in a miscellaneous book about chatting about etiquette and clothing.

So, at this moment, the serious woman stood there, just like Zhao Rong saw for the first time not long ago.

It is like a sacred statue in a rigorous and meticulous appearance in a Confucian Temple.

It makes people feel awe-inspiring when they see it.

Zhao Rong looked at it carefully.

Who is this? Large Yu Huaijin?

Or Yu Huaijin's mother?

At this time, Yu Huaijin's table.

One big and one small, two women with similar temperaments did not go to see Zhao Rong.

The former looked down at Yu Huaijin and waited for her answer.

Yu Huaijin, who was copying the word "正" seriously and stroke by stroke, paused his hands slightly, but he did not answer.

She stood up directly, bowed her hands and bowed, saluting respectfully, "I've seen Mr. Meng."

Zhao Rong's eyes twitched, looking at the strange woman who was also solemn to return the court.

She is Xuezheng from Mochi Academy and Mr. Liyi from Shuxingtang. The one who has been out and has not returned some time ago?

Meng Zhengjun reached out to help him, "Please ask for mysteries. Who punished you, why did you punish you? Also, isn't it the calligraphy class in your school now?"

Yu Huaijin lowered her eyes and said nothing.

"Where is Zhu Yourong? I forgot to write again?"

Meng Zhengjun looked around and ignored everyone, including Zhao Rong, and searched for the figure of a Confucian woman inside and outside the school.

The search was fruitless, and she snorted coldly, and the nasolabial folds on her face became darker.

Then, this serious woman who was in charge of the six halls of disciplines and could control the affairs of the academy waved her sleeves and shouted clearly:

"Hmph, if you don't want to teach, stop teaching. I told the mountain leader to remove this joking book art class. Don't waste the resources of the academy and school library and make trouble with her!"

As soon as this sentence fell, the whole school was silent.

Everyone dared not respond, and they all pretended to be mute.

But there are exceptions.

Yu Huaijin took a step back, bowed, raised her head, and spoke in a very serious tone: "Mr. Meng, teacher..."

Someone suddenly interrupted:

"She is indeed writing, well, Mr. Zhu should still write in Yilanxuan. But she did not miss the class because I took this class."

Zhao Rong took a step forward and spoke calmly.

Meng Zhengjun looked at him, "You? Who are you?"

Zhao Rong thought about it and bowed seriously.

"I am Zhao Ziyu, a new student from Luxing Hall. Mr. Meng Zhu is very kind and has been appointed as the assistant teacher of Luxing Hall and the righteous hall. During this period, he taught on her behalf, so Mr. Zhu has not missed classes. I hope Mr. Meng will not misunderstand."

When Meng Zhengjun heard this, he didn't say anything and was quiet for a while.

But the nasolabial folds on the face are getting deeper.

The expression is like a carving that has been stormed by thousands of years of wind and rain on a cliff.

She looked directly at Zhao Rong and said softly:

"Zhao Ziyu, assistant teacher in calligraphy and art class, Zhu Yourong handed over the two schools to you."

Zhao Rong was neither humble nor arrogant, nodded, "That's right."

Meng Zhengjun looked at him carefully and suddenly said, "Mystery is copying words, is it you punished?"

Zhao Rong nodded again, "I'm down."

He glanced at the old-fashioned girl who was drooping beside him, "If you do something wrong, you should be punished."

Meng Zhengjun's eyes closed slightly and nodded slightly, "You said it well, you should be punished if you do something wrong."

Hearing her agreed reconsideration, Zhao Rong raised his eyelids.

Sure enough, before he could think about it, Meng Zhengjun had already turned around.

This serious woman standing in a straight position and holding hands asked to the old-fashioned girl standing next to her who was standing straight and holding her little hands in her sleeve:

"Xuanji, your assistant teacher should be punished if you do something wrong. Do you have something to say?"

Yu Huaijin still looked calm when she heard this.

At some point, she turned to look at Zhao Rong.

Didn't speak immediately.

The entire Ruxing Hall will also calm down.

The students watching the fun in the hall exchanged their eyes.

Mr. Meng is going to make a decision for Yu Student.

Is this going to change?

But it is reasonable.

In the Luxing Hall, who doesn’t know that Meng Xuezheng likes Yu Huaijin very much.

I don’t know if it was Yu Huaijin’s style of conduct that suited her eyes or if Yu Huaijin’s excellent grades as the first student in the Sixth Hall made her value.

Or both?

Mr. Meng, who taught them etiquette and art classes, was not only the Mochi Academy Academy. I heard that even the academicians could manage them.

He belongs to the senior decision-makers in the academy and one of the managers.

It is said that among the scholars and brothers, they were also shy of fear.

Mr. Meng valued Yu Huaijin and treated him almost as half of the closed disciple.

I heard that for Yu Huaijin, she had visited Yilanxuan in person and looked for Zhu Yourong several times, which roughly meant to give her this confidant disciple as the successor of the robe and mantle.

But it seems that every time it ends in vain, and as a result, gradually, some special things are added.

There seems to be a big conflict between Mr. Meng and Mr. Zhu.

However, these are just topics that Mochi students dare to discuss in private, and they usually dare not argue with them.

Just keep it in your heart and look in your eyes.

For example, Mr. Meng is not only dissatisfied with Mr. Zhu just now, but also criticized the new Mr. Shuyi from time to time in the past.

Although Mr. Zhu is kind and gentle in front of the students.

But occasionally, I would gently advise the students.

Tell them to be sensible and obedient, and don’t cause trouble, so that Mr. Meng will worry less, otherwise he will grow older faster and become Mr. Meng.

The students did not dare to spread these words, but they did not hear them.

At this time, in the quiet school.

In the seats, Wu Peiliang silently watched Zhao Rong, Yu Huaijin and Yu Huaijin for a while.

Suddenly, his eyes gradually became brighter as if he thought of something.

Wu Peiliang's eyes were spinning back and forth on Meng Zhengjun and Zhao Rong, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, and he was overjoyed.

Later, he looked at Zhao Rong, and he couldn't help but feel pity in gloating.

This seems to be a natural violation of the situation, and you can't even hide it. Haha, it depends on what you do...
To be continued...