Chapter 267: Chapter 216 Are You Yu Huaijin?_2 Chapter 267: Chapter 216 Are You Yu Huaijin?_2 Zhao Rong, who was already sizing up the entrance to Shuaixing Hall and preparing to step in, heard the noise, saw everyone around him looking behind him, and calmly turned his head, silently repeating to himself that Qing Jun’s modest intelligence was the most beautiful of all… But he would just take a glance, cough cough, for comparison, however, the result was definitely certain, Qing Jun and Xiao Xiao were the most beautiful… right?
When he turned around, the next second he was stunned.
Zhao Rong looked around several tis, at the girl student who had just appeared at the corner, repeatedly confirming that she was indeed the only girl in his sight.
He straightened his gaze, a twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the new girl.
So, you’re Yu Huaijin, senior Yu?
Han Wenfu welcod the newcor with a smile like a spring breeze, “Huaijin, where have you been, why have you co so late?”
The petite and thin female student who had just given Zhao Rong directions, faced the warm reception and the gazes cast from outside Shuaixing Hall door with a calm expression.
Yu Huaijin still kept a straight face, the student robe she wore seed extrely oversized on her, like a child wearing an adult’s clothes.
Seeing Han Wenfu approaching warmly and enthusiastically, Yu Huaijin stopped in her tracks.
Seeing this, Han Wenfu also stopped, he seed very familiar with the plain-looking girl’s behavior, and accurately maintained a distance of three steps between them, no more, no less.
“Brother Han.” Yu Huaijin seriously examined Han Wenfu and perford a respectful bow.
ticulously.
Han Wenfu was speechless, yet still nodded with a sunny smile, then his expression turned especially solemn and he perford the courtesy between peers of the sa age.
This ritual was officially recognized within the seventy-two academies, but usually, fellow students would overlook it, not being so rigid and courteous, even the relationship between the academy students and so free-spirited teachers wouldn’t be so bound by formalities…
But there were exceptions, such as at this mont, the person before Han Wenfu’s eyes was one.
After completing the ritual, Han Wenfu’s expression relaxed, and he said with a smile, “Huaijin…”
“Brother Han, please mind your words, do not address casually.” Yu Huaijin interrupted with a stern face.
Han Wenfu’s expression slightly stiffened, feeling slightly embarrassed, but what was face compared to sothing else? It was nothing.
Han Wenfu pursed his lips, looking at the rigid and dull woman before him, his eyes filled with eagerness.
Han Wenfu nodded seriously and said, “It was rude and abrupt of , Brother Huaijin, please forgive .”
Although the Confucian Academy accepts female students, won in public must wear n’s attire, and they may also use the forms of address between n.
At this mont, Yu Huaijin glanced montarily at Zhao Rong and Jia Tengying, then straightened her gaze at Han Wenfu and got straight to the point:
“Brother Han, what did you want to see for?”
Han Wenfu looked at Yu Huaijin, his smile gentle as he said, “Brother Huaijin, do you rember the incomplete line about the river maples and evening glows reflecting on a drunken sleep that you ntioned when I asked you about poetry? I have been pondering it for several days, and today, when I went to watch the leaves by the river banks in Fenglin, I suddenly felt inspired, picked a maple leaf, and composed a poem, continuing the line you ntioned.”
He took out the valuable maple leaf to show it, his tone sincere.
“During these days, each ti I have co to seek scholarly advice from you, Brother Huaijin, you have generously taught and tirelessly solved my confusions, yet I fear I have taken too much of your ti. My conscience feels uneasy, especially since this poem also ‘borrows’ your unfinished lines… This maple leaf, I wish to offer it to Brother Huaijin, please must accept it.”
Huaijin didn’t even glance at the maple leaf but stared into Han Wenfu’s eyes before speaking a mont later.
“Please take it back. A gentleman does not accept the fruit of trees, when other peers co to discuss scholarship with , I treat them all with utmost seriousness, not just you. The poem was written by you, and my unfinished lines were rely a prompt, which hardly justifies accepting your outstanding poem. I hope that Brother Han will refrain from such vulgar actions in the future. I thought you, being well-versed in literature, would understand proper behavior, but it seems you still act without thought.”
She spoke each word deliberately and precisely.
Huaijin shook her head upon finishing, “It’s getting late, if there’s nothing else, I shall take my leave now.”
She waited but a mont before again ticulously making a formal bow and walked straight past Han Wenfu, leaving him behind.
Seeing Huaijin’s rejection, Han Wenfu struggled to find words to continue speaking but indeed could not refute her words, lacking a solid and legitimate reason to persuade Huaijin to accept the maple leaf.
Now, seeing Huaijin bowing to bid farewell, he could only hastily and earnestly return the gesture in a bid to save so face.
Watching Huaijin’s retreating slender figure, Han Wenfu, hesitant to speak, ultimately did not dare call out, fearing that persisting might entirely lose the little fondness he had managed to foster just as it had before.
Over these months, Han Wenfu had been seeking scholarship from Huaijin and, seeing the favor increase slightly, couldn’t help but boldly try to offer the sincerely intended maple leaf with a poem, which, after all, made a good story in the Academy — turning a casual fragnt into an outstanding poem. If Huaijin had accepted it, it could have brought them closer.
Though according to what Han Wenfu knew of her, it was probably just a bit, not much more than being slightly more familiar than ordinary friends, but still, it was exceedingly precious.
Han Wenfu regretted deeply inside.
After all, he had sowhat assud too much about their relationship, fancying he could take a gamble, while also feeling sowhat impatient, he had specifically brought along many students from the Cultivation Hall today, thinking that with more people around, Huaijin might try not to offend him blatantly, only to be rejected so decisively…
Han Wenfu felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
Facing this scene, the students outside Shuaixing Hall seed accustod to such occurrences, not overly surprised, sowhat unexpectedly expected, given Huaijin’s character which was quite well-known within the Mochi Academy, although the crowd’s curious looks were also plentiful.
The students from Cultivation Hall who followed Han Wenfu mostly looked embarrassed, a few female students gave Huaijin a sympathetic look, clearly puzzled, and so n simply shook their heads in silence.
Upon seeing this, so students from Shuaixing Hall couldn’t help but sigh lightly, Huaijin truly lived up to her reputation.
Jia Tengying had been fixedly observing this scene and let out a slight sigh of relief, nodding decisively, feeling this was truly characteristic of Huaijin, exactly how she would act.
Zhao Rong, who had recognized Huaijin as the sa old-fashioned woman who had given him directions not long before, had been observing the situation intently.
Zhao Rong glanced from the disappointed expression on Han Wenfu’s handso face to the smile on the naive face of Jia Tengying, and finally turned his gaze to Huaijin, who was approaching the gate of Shuaixing Hall head-on.
The woman wasn’t very tall, probably even shorter than his ‘Little Small,’ yet she didn’t possess Little Small’s delicately proportionate figure… Her fra was slender, her face though not ugly was quite ordinary; if not for her fair skin, she would appear quite plain, not to ntion her constant stern expression, giving her young face an aged look.
In short, utterly unremarkable.
Zhao Rong was speechless, Is it just , or is it you guys? And, whoever just ntioned ‘a talented man and a beautiful lady’ should co forward now.
Just then, as Huaijin passed by the gate, she suddenly turned aside, coming within three steps of Zhao Rong and Jia Tengying, she watched Zhao Rong for a while, then suddenly asked:
“May I ask, are you Zhao Ziyu?”
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