Why not carry her away, she’s beyond saving... Xi Chuonan was starting to think about dragging this girl away.
"Geez, his face isn’t even visible, what’s so handso about him? But sohow his figure looks familiar..." She frowned slightly, "And why is he sleeping in the morning? He just finished class, did he sleep during class too?"
"What do you know, this is what a real top student looks like~" The sweet-looking female student covered her heart with both hands, staring at the rear seats where ’Zhao Ziyu’ was fast asleep, with her small face serious, "I’ve heard senior students from previous years say that so gifted reading seeds are like this, seemingly dozing off, looking low in energy all the ti, not reading a single book, but they still manage to top the academy and hall by sleeping. Those who always seem to be studying hard on the surface are actually just mindlessly morizing books."
Seeing her friend was about to start rambling again, Xi Chuonan quickly interrupted, "Alright, stop fantasizing here, outside... So what now, why don’t we go call him out, do you know anyone in Shuaixing Hall?"
"He’s sleeping, wouldn’t it be bad to wake him up." Bai Shuisu hesitated.
"Then let’s go back, let’s not disturb him..."
"No way!" Bai Shuisu rushed to say, then saw her friend’s teasing expression, obviously she said it on purpose. The girl blushed and muttered quietly, "We’re already here... might as well ask him a question, why are you looking at like that?"
Xi Chuonan snorted a ’fool’, Bai Shuisu blushingly raised the handwritten manuscript she’s been holding to her friend, then with bright eyes said, "This prose is so beautiful, not only does it describe the rare beauty of the goddess t in Li Territory, but it also vividly portrays the elusive yet unattainable affection for gods and n, it’s truly... truly a mystery how he managed to write it!"
The sweet girl turned and asked, "Chuonan, didn’t you also secretly copy it before intending to ask?"
"Alright alright, I’ll go call him out, is that fine, you wait here..."
.....
Zhao Rong actually wasn’t mistaken, his seat was indeed in the last row, and these two unfamiliar female students were asking about ’Zhao Ziyu’s seat, so his answer was correct. As for whether his deskmate Fan Yushu would be misidentified as him, that’s not sothing he should worry about.
Actually, this phenonon of seeking fa and making friends wasn’t just a one-ti event, from today’s early morning class, it hasn’t stopped. During breaks, students from other classes kept coming, wandering at the academy entrance, either admiring his ’holy visage’, or asking for guidance in poetry and prose. So even directly asked to befriend ’Zhao Ziyu from Shuaixing Hall.’
Whether it’s male friends or female friends, Zhao Rong felt he had more than enough, so after grasping the situation, he promptly escaped during the last two breaks by pretending to use the toilet to avoid the lilight...
When Zhao Rong returned to the classroom for the last morning class right on ti, before he could breathe a sigh of relief for the morning finally about to end, he noticed Fan Yushu beside him, looking like a resentful abandoned woman.
Zhao Zhaorong casually said, "Oh, awake?"
"Ziyu..." Fan Yushu leaned his head closer, only to be pushed away by Zhao Rong.
"Wipe the drool."
Fan Yushu wiped his mouth and complained, "Ziyu, you’re not fair, they ca looking for you, why did you point them to ?"
"What do you an?" Zhao Rong asked innocently.
Fan Yushu sighed and lanted, "I just asked them and they said it was you who pointed to . I was sleeping soundly and was suddenly called out, really bewildered, and they were two acquaintances from the past during festivals organized by elders... So embarrassing, and they saw sleeping in class, next ti during the festivals they’ll talk about it... I’m dood, my dad will skin alive."
Zhao Rong patted his friend’s shoulder and comforted, "On the bright side, at least you can enjoy a family al before dying, won’t beco a starving ghost."
Fan Yushu: "...?"
The morning classes ended with Zhao Rong comforting his friend. He initially thought the morning’s commotion was the peak of the wave after claiming first in the exam at the academy. In a few days, the wave should recede, yet Zhao Rong didn’t expect this was only the beginning. In the following two days, not only did female students co nonstop after class to admire his handso appearance — Zhao Rong was sure this was the main reason — and ask for scholarly advice, but even the art study teachers were especially curious about him, particularly Teacher Si, who teaches music art. Soon after entering, Teacher Si asked, "Who scored six in the music art exam this ti?" His comnt made himself laugh and caused an uproar, while a certain soone tactically lowered his head and coughed.
However, compared to the special attention from teachers for leaving his previous invisible status, what troubled Zhao Rong most was that his perfect score exam papers were used by various subject teachers as model essays posted up. Hence, unsurprisingly, they were zealously copied within the academy, and circulated among students from the Six Halls. Primarily, the Leaving God Ode in poetry and prose skill, the trial policy question in scripture aning skill, and calligraphy writing ’One Fan of Quiet Windows’ in calligraphy exam.
Actually, Zhao Rong felt a bit awkward about this situation since during the exam he didn’t think his papers would be posted by teachers...
Fortunately, the painting skill exam’s ’Three Beauties of Qi Family’ wasn’t among them and wasn’t publicly displayed by Teacher Duan, otherwise Zhao Rong felt he would experience a social death indeed. If it really were released, the label of ’not a legitimate person’ probably wouldn’t escape him... However, if it did happen, maybe these constant ’visitors’ would lessen, thanks to an unfortunate fortune?
Besides these, Zhao Rong’s victory in this big exam indeed earned him quite a reputation, even spreading beyond the academy, causing ripples within the Academy. In the past few days after school, Zhao Rong not only received enthusiastic invitations for leisurely gatherings from fellow students but also received a few invitations to literary gatherings within the Academy itself. Zhao Rong was curious, guessing it was likely due to his perfect-scored student stage prose, drawing the attention from those scholarly seniors, hence the invitations.
However, Zhao Rong was busy during his days off, had no ti to join the crowd, hence politely declined, not wanting to engage in those Academy social activities for the ti being.
After two lively days, the heat from the exam scores finally cooled down sowhat. During this ti, Zhao Rong couldn’t help but seize an opportunity to curiously ask Yu Huaijin, "Brother Huaijin, was it this lively when you took first place before posting the results?"
Yu Huaijin looked at him and then silently perford a move that Zhao Rong found very familiar these recent days... he took out a copy of the manuscript from his sleeve with a straight small face, "Brother Ziyu, could you enlighten on why this trial policy question in scripture aning skill broke through as such...?"
Zhao Rong: "..."
Finally, the monthly academy’s off days were approaching. On the afternoon before break, there were two calligraphy classes, originally covered by Zhao Rong, for so reason Teacher Zhu, who long enjoyed slacking, suddenly had their attendant student inform Zhao Rong, she would co to teach those two classes. Zhao Rong was slightly curious, but didn’t mind, moreover, it’s been several days since he last saw Zhu Yourong... As the class bell chid, Zhao Rong sat properly in his seat, together with the students waiting for the arrival of that busty female teacher...
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