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Chapter 441: Chapter 307 Ziyu, be a bit more careful Chapter 441: Chapter 307 Ziyu, be a bit more careful After Zhao Rong finished speaking,

the atmosphere inside Shuaixing Hall turned sowhat bizarre.

The students were all looking at Wu Peiliang, whose expression had stiffened, their gazes growing increasingly odd.

Having the Attendant Student help with howork, well, so of the students seated here had done it too.

Just do it quietly, and there’s no problem if you don’t get caught.

But the current situation… the students of Shuaixing Hall had truly never encountered this before.

The Attendant Student’s calligraphy is better than yours?

And it made “Teacher Zhao” endlessly praise?

Good heavens, it seems being too excellent as an Attendant Student is not good either.

Many students silently took this as a lesson.

Zhao Rong did not look at Wu Peiliang, who likely felt extrely embarrassed; instead, he lowered his eyes to look at the howork written by the Attendant Student and shook his head, feeling sowhat dismayed.

“Pfft~”

In the school, soone unknown led, and a laugh broke out.

“Hahahaha—”

“Hahahaha… cough, hahaha…”

This sparked a burst of raucous laughter.

The atmosphere in Shuaixing Hall imdiately filled with joviality.

Wu Peiliang’s face turned the color of a liver, and he hung his head.

Zhao Rong frowned and looked around.

Yu Huaijin stood up and said with a stern face, “Silence!”

The mockery in the voices suddenly lowered, and soon it quieted down.

Zhao Rong glanced at Wu Peiliang’s complexion and softly said,

“Since it’s you sitting here and not your family’s Attendant Student, then this howork isn’t yours.”

He paused, looked out the window at the scenery, and pondered aloud,

“A hundred tis, copy this howork a hundred tis and submit it to in three days. I recognize your handwriting, do not try to be clever again.”

Wu Peiliang’s face flushed as his eyes widened, clutching a thick stack of howork papers in his hand.

He abruptly lifted his head and glared.

Zhao Rong stood with crossed arms, his expression calm, locking eyes with Wu Peiliang.

Between clenched teeth, Wu Peiliang squeezed out a few words in a breathy voice, “Zhao… Teacher Zhao, don’t push people too hard. The major exam is coming soon. A hundred tis? At most once, I don’t want to waste ti on this.”

Zhao Rong raised his hand and flicked his sleeve.

The wide sleeve slid down with his wrist motion, and at the sa ti, he revealed two straight slender fingers, held up in front of Wu Peiliang.

Zhao Rong didn’t speak.

The surrounding students couldn’t help but inhale sharply at the sight.

It went without saying.

Two hundred tis.

Wu Peiliang stiffened, “You!”

In front of him, the fingers soone had held up increased by one, no, another slowly stretched out, two more fingers.

Zhao Rong calmly held up four fingers.

Doubled again.

Four hundred tis.

Wu Peiliang: “……”

Inside Shuaixing Hall, it was utterly quiet, the crowd exchanging looks, then, their gazes toward a certain individual carried a hint of sympathy.

Zhao Rong changed the deadline and softly said, “Before the mid-month major exam.”

He turned to leave.

“Teacher Zhao, please reconsider.” Suddenly, soone spoke up.

Zhao Rong halted his steps, turning to look at Yu Huaijin.

He slightly raised his eyebrow, this traditional girl rarely ever defied him in class, which was quite unexpected.

Zhao Rong patiently explained, “Reconsider? I have considered it thirty tis already.”

Yu Huaijin perford a formal bow, her expression just as serious as she looked at him.

“Teacher Zhao, Brother Wu is indeed at fault, but isn’t your punishnt sowhat inappropriate, and also, with the mid-month major exam imminent, Brother Wu also needs to focus on preparing, his exam performance is quite important to us in Shuaixing Hall…”

Zhao Rong nodded, cutting her off directly,

“Then you share the burden, half each, two hundred tis.”

He thought for a mont and added, “However, you write another character, copy the character ‘upright’ until you fill two hundred sheets of standard paper.”

Her write ‘upright’?

Yu Huaijin slowly closed her mouth.

She pursed her lips, staring at Zhao Rong, not saying a word.

Zhao Rong slightly narrowed his eyes, looking at her expressionless face.

Their eyes reflecting each other.

Motionless.

Their silent, still deanor seed to diffuse a special atmosphere that gradually influenced the hall’s ambiance.

From silence, to solemnity, then to deathly stillness.

It was like the calm before the storm.

This was a sudden intuition among the onlooking students of Shuaixing Hall.

Moreover.

At this mont, regarding this matter.

Regarding the subtle standoff between the two in front of everyone.

Apart from Fan Yushu, Jia Tengying and a few other close friends familiar with Zhao Rong, as well as a few students like Li Xueyou who wished for harmony in the academy,

the majority of Shuaixing Hall’s students stood on Yu Huaijin’s side.

Normally regarding the ongoing conflicts between Zhao Rong and Wu Peiliang.

Aside from being slightly biased towards Wu Peiliang, who was also a student, and having so doubts and unfamiliarity with the newly arrived Zhao Rong,

most of the ti, the students of Shuaixing Hall were rely bystanders who enjoyed the show.

Especially in recent days, discovering that Teacher Zhao taught Calligraphy quite earnestly.

Yes, and he was also very ‘busy’, seeming rather complicated.

Therefore, they still held so respect for him, it would be even better if he didn’t assign so much howork.

But now, it was the well-respected and persuasive senior Yu leading the disagreent with Zhao Rong.

Who to cling to, who to distance from.

It didn’t need much thought.

So at this mont, among the seats, many students looked at Zhao Rong with disapproving eyes, showing dissatisfaction.

No one knew how long the quiet lasted.

The air seed to continue being silent until the fresh ink in each student’s inkstone at their desks solidified.

At a certain mont, in Zhao Rong’s peripheral vision, a window specially made in the back door of the hall suddenly burst out with a… head.

He slightly curled the corner of his mouth.

Then, Zhao Rong took another look at Yu Huaijin and broke the frozen air, his tone calm:

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