Above the nine stairs.

As soon as Meng Zhengjun made some noise, the noisy field suddenly became silent like a duck being strangled by its neck.

"Old rules, for this kind of special assessment that is separated from the main arrangement, I will grade it based on emotion, and give appropriate bonus points to those who perform well."

After she finished speaking.

Zhao Rong saw that no student on the field showed excitement or eagerness to try.

Most of them have expressionless faces or look away.

Zhao Rong nodded.

It seems that in the first two major exams, the Mochi students who took this type of special assessment did not do very well.

Meng Zhengjun's posture was meticulous, giving everyone time to think, and held his hands in silence for a moment.

I saw that the students at the bottom of the steps were not very interested.

Her eyes were calm, her expression still serious, and she said slowly and steadily:

"The Secretary Litang will determine the list of students who will go to the Academy Temple or Dali for this etiquette assessment today."

"According to the rules, I will respect your choice first. Students who want to go to Dali for the assessment can go forward."

The open space where hundreds of people gathered was silent, with only Meng Zhengjun's calm voice echoing.

She nodded and said: "Please seize the opportunity, the number of places is limited, first come, first served."

Mochi students: “…………”

Everyone looked at each other, good guy, do you think this is a clearance sale at a market book store?

Grab a piece of shit.

Meng Zhengjun didn't give everyone much time to react.

She stared straight ahead, as if unaware of the reluctance of the students around her.

This serious and serious woman seemed to be perfunctorily reading a manuscript and going through the process, and said businesslikely:

"According to the rules, at least one person must be present to preside over the Dali Zen Ceremony this time."

"If no one wants these precious places, then the Secretary Auditorium will make the selection. Those who are selected may not refuse without justifiable reasons."

Meng Zhengjun paused, and then his eyes moved.

She lowered her eyes and scanned the Mochi students under the steps from left to right.

Wherever the woman looks.

The students in Mochi were looking away and looking left and right.

Or look down at the ground.

Or serious and silent.

No one looked at her.

Many students took a step back calmly.

The air on the field became somewhat solid for a moment.

Gu Yiwu, who was on the rear right, could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he was watching in all directions and listening in all directions, and quietly moved back a step with the flow, using the figures of the students in front of him to shield him.

Gu Yiwu, a tall and burly man, turned left and Teng Noka's perspective, and he was forced to do a job that made him as light as a bird.

A strong man with incredible agility.

This scene made Fan Yushu on the side marvel in wonder and quickly followed.

In the past, Gu Yiwu had always felt that a tall, mighty, muscular man was the correct way to be a Confucian scholar. Now he wished he could be shorter.

The students of Zhengyi Hall who were close to him also followed the old senior's instructions and kept a low profile, trying not to be seen by Meng Zhengjun.

Well, I will never stand up until she calls her name on me at the last moment, and I have no choice but to do so.

Gu Yiwu found that everyone was obedient to his words, and they were insignificant.

Alas, he was really worried about his grades in the Justice Hall exam.

Gu Yiwu breathed a sigh of relief.

Just the next second, he turned his eyes and saw that Zhao Rong still had time to stand on the spot, lowering his head and looking at the curved palm that was trying to measure Li Nu's slim waist.

The corners of Gu Yiwu's eyes twitched fiercely again.

He quickly reached forward with his big hand, grabbed Zhao Rong's wrong hand, and pulled it together to avoid Meng Zhengjun's sight.

Zhao Rong frowned and whispered: "Why are you holding my hand?"

Gu Yiwu lowered his voice and said seriously: "Brother Ziyu, stop making trouble. This is not a child's play. Meng Xue wants to play it real. Don't be too conspicuous and keep a low profile like me. We heroes will not suffer the immediate consequences."

Zhao Rong looked around and saw that many students were dodging under Meng Zhengjun's inspection on the field.

He turned around, nodded solemnly and said:

"Do you think you won't be spotted if you hide? It's useless. Popular men like me and Brother Yiwu, no matter where they are, are like fireflies in the dark, so bright and outstanding..."

Gu Yiwu's head was covered with black lines.

Zhao Rong changed the subject and said disgustedly: "Brother Yiwu, please let go of your hand first, it's all sweaty."

Gu Yiwu coughed lightly and said, "Okay, just keep a low profile. Alas, I don't know who Meng Xuezheng has secretly confirmed."

The hands the two held together immediately let go.

Zhao Rong did not answer.

He ignored it, took out a goose-yellow handkerchief, and wiped his hands carefully.

This handkerchief was 'forced' to Zhao Rong before Qian'er left last time.

Xiao Qian'er also told her with a straight face, remember to wash it after use.

This made him, who was addicted to reading and resting, and lived a somewhat sloppy life, couldn't help but sigh, the little girl really loves to pay attention to hygiene... Hey, that's what she meant... right?

Yu Huaijin was standing quietly with his hands upright. Compared with Meng Zhengjun on the steps, he looked like he was carved out of a small mold.

She has been paying attention to the activities of the students in her school.

At a certain moment, Yu Huaijin's eyes fell on Zhao Rong, who was lowering his head and doing something quietly.

See him being honest.

She nodded slightly, and then turned to pay attention to the other Suixing Hall students.

At this moment, Meng Zhengjun had already glanced at the audience twice.

However, her eyes did not pause for a moment at the positions of Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others, and they all passed by calmly.

Just like what Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong said not long ago.

Meng Zhengjun did not pay the slightest attention to them who were dodging.

In fact, Meng Zhengjun had already guessed the dull and unresponsive reaction of the Mochi students in the audience.

What we are doing now is just following the procedure and killing the disorganized atmosphere caused by someone taking the lead in the academy recently.

She didn't expect anyone to come up to her at all.

But it's okay.

Because Meng Zhengjun had already made arrangements.

At this time, on the steps in front of the auditorium.

Meng Zhengjun nodded as he looked at the neat and eye-catching green grass below, as silent as a pool of stagnant water.

"Yeah, okay."

She lowered her eyes, groped from her sleeves, and then pulled out a folded white paper.

When the Mochi students saw this, most of them were trembling in their hearts. Is this a compulsorily arranged list?

A solemn look suddenly appeared on Gu Yiwu's eyebrows.

He had guessed that this would be the case, and Meng Zhengjun had already arranged the candidate.

Beside him, Zhao Rong was still wiping his hands carefully.

Yu Huaijin stood at the front of the team, with a straight and calm face that had not changed for thousands of years.

On the stage, Meng Zhengjun had an expressionless face, and with nimble fingertips, he slowly unfolded the folded white paper with the list written on it.

At the same time, she looked down and wanted to speak, opening her mouth slightly.

Zhao Rong finally finished wiping his hands. He carefully folded Qian'er's handkerchief and put it away. He raised his head and feet and stepped forward directly.

"Give me." he said.

After a slight pause, the crowd in front suddenly separated, like a split stream of water.
To be continued...