Chapter 395: Chapter 285: Those Few Days That Co Every Month_2 Chapter 395: Chapter 285: Those Few Days That Co Every Month_2 However, Zhao Rong conscientiously used a red brush to annotate each assignnt turned in by the students.
Moreover, he tailored his guidance according to the different circumstances of each student, pointing out areas for improvent in the comnts of every assignnt,
and sotis even went to the trouble of writing thousands of words of constructive suggestions.
It could be described as teaching according to a student’s ability.
And these tasks beyond the lessons had already taken up most of Zhao Rong’s ti after class.
This was also one of the reasons why attempting to “break through the ridians” had to be done in stages over several days.
As for the effectiveness of his overnight ‘work’.
Zhao Rong sighed softly.
The results at Justice Hall were pretty good, but at his own Shuaixing Hall…
It wasn’t that, compared to the forr academy, more noteworthy characters caught his attention than in the latter one.
It was that the students of Justice Hall were progressing faster in general than those at Shuaixing Hall.
At present, Shuaixing Hall’s overall calligraphy was sowhat better.
Among them, Zhao Rong even spotted quite a few classmates whose writing was indeed quite good.
For example, Li Xueyou.
Her delicate and graceful handwriting greatly pleased Zhao Rong.
And she seed to have seriously read so of the guidance in his comnts, improving each ti.
Zhao Rong felt that her writing was as refined as her person, elegant and delicate…
For example, Yu Huaijin.
Although his calligraphy was too rigid, his foundation was extrely good; he had learned a lot from Zhu Yourong’s handwriting.
He had practiced diligently, so there weren’t too many issues with his technical skills.
If he could add a bit more soul or “comprehension,” that would be even better.
It’s akin to the finishing touch in painting a dragon, yet this touch of spirit is precisely the most difficult to achieve.
Zhao Rong felt that this too was reflective of the person.
Straight-laced and fastidious, that’s very ‘Yu Huaijin’…
Then, there’s… Fan Yushu.
When Zhao Rong first t him, he discovered that this seemingly unreliable friend actually had a handso and extraordinary style of cursive writing.
Fan Yushu’s handwriting was flamboyant and elegant yet also orderly.
He was ticulous with his strokes, yet within the rules, he was unrestrained, even bordering on the style of ‘running-cursive.’
Zhao Rong wondered how this guy, who was even too lazy to copy his howork usually, managed to train himself to this level.
Could it be that Brother Yushu also has an untold history of dogged dedication?
Or could he be a hidden gem?
As for whether it was for the sake of a certain Ms. Ye, similar to writing love letters, that he had trained himself.
Zhao Rong thought this possibility was quite unlikely.
Because the art of calligraphy, especially this extraordinary cursive style, different from the strictly structured regular script, requires daily and monthly training; it’s hard to achieve overnight.
And as far as he knew, Brother Yushu’s relationship with Ms. Ye had seed quite good before.
Similar to his past with Qing Jun, it was the kind typical of childhood sweethearts.
The gradual distancing between these two only seed to have happened in recent years.
This was also why he was sowhat surprised.
However, Zhao Rong rembered that Fan Yushu once seed to have ntioned while drinking that his family’s thatched cottage shop on Wangque Continent did very good business, so perhaps… family tradition?
Zhao Rong shook his head gently, thinking that he would ask Fan Yushu soday when there was a chance.
As for the handwriting of the other students at Shuaixing Hall.
Brother Teng Ying and another introverted student in the hall who was said to be good at studies had both written well, and their diligent practice after lessons must not be lacking.
Well, there’s also Wu Peiliang’s attendant student whose handwriting was quite good…
It should be the attendant student, Zhao Rong thought.
Especially after he had corrected and sent down his comnts repeatedly, and the writing that was turned in lately kept getting better…
This made Zhao Rong sowhat eager to et Wu Peiliang’s attendant student…
At his writing desk, Zhao Rong laughed to himself.
After a while, he continued to bury himself in the desk, his profile focused on correcting the Justice Hall students’ assignnts.
So, Zhao Rong felt that overall, Shuaixing Hall students’ handwriting was better than that at Justice Hall.
But aside from the few people he had just thought of who were quickly improving,
the overall progress at Shuaixing Hall was not as rapid as at Justice Hall.
And what determined this,
was attitude.
Night, silently flowed.
All was still.
In the northern room of East Fence Small House, the young Confucian scholar at the writing desk wrote feverishly.
The stack of papers on the desk gradually diminished, as the Book Mountain was transferred, one by one, to another place.
The oil lamp was tended by a hand smudged with ink, trimming the wick over and over with scissors.
The young Confucian scholar wrote intently, occasionally pausing after correcting an assignnt to pick up an apricot leaf
and quietly write on it a ssage for so old friends in distant places.
At tis, he would slowly put down his pen, walk over to the window,
lift up the sash, and gaze gently upwards,
quietly looking at the slowly westward-slanting bright moon.
It was unclear whom he was thinking of.
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Today seed sowhat different from the usual.
The typically tranquil mornings at Linlu Academy were now tinged with the liveliness unique to holidays.
Early in the morning, the place buzzed with excitent.
On the main roads, under the shade of the trees, and in front of the mansion gates, crowds gradually increased.
However, the corner of the southeast’s Mochi Academy, inside Shuaixing Academy, it was not like that.
In the morning, the students of Shuaixing Academy gathered together.
Unlike the bustle elsewhere on rest days, the grand hall was silent, filled with students but void of sound.
Arriving early and waiting, Zhao Rong stood on the platform.
His expression calm, he rhythmically tapped the desk with two fingers, quietly surveying the audience of students below.
Yu Huaijin was in the midst of collecting the assignnts he had distributed the day before.
Apart from Jia Tengying and other students known to be diligent and studious, most of the other students at Shuaixing Hall had sullen expressions.
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