Chapter 454: Chapter 313 Does your family have any hereditary heart diseases?_2 Chapter 454: Chapter 313 Does your family have any hereditary heart diseases?_2 Zhao Rong’s mouth closed.
He turned his head and glanced over at Mochi, where the Sacrificial Officer’s boat had not yet returned.
Gu Yiwu continued with a smile,
“So, in the future, when you encounter such older won, especially those who look tough and serious, you should avoid any interactions.”
“Think about it, Ziyu. Such won, at their age, still unmarried, and at an age where their temperant isn’t great, who knows how much resentnt they hold. If she takes notice of you, tsk tsk, you’ll at least lose a layer of skin. She’ll trouble you all day long, dumping her complaints on you, and the worst part is she’ll think she’s totally justified.”
This burly man shook his head, “Ah, let’s not talk about it anymore. Our academy is unlucky, having one exactly like that. Brother Ziyu, experience is the best teacher, you must be careful in the future, understand?”
He looked at Zhao Rong with sympathy.
“Brother Yiwu,” Zhao Rong spoke up, “does your family have any hereditary heart diseases?”
“No,” Gu Yiwu answered, his thick eyebrows furrowed, “No issues with the heart, only so weird evil techniques practiced by ancestors that led to so unusual deaths. Why?”
“Why don’t you turn around and take a look?” Zhao Rong nodded.
“……”
Gu Yiwu’s eyelids twitched violently, without turning around, “Zi, Zi, Ziyu, stop joking!”
Zhao Rong did not respond, instead turning his head again to look towards Mochi, searching for the cheerful old teacher’s returning boat. Hmm, still not back.
Gu Yiwu: “……”
He gritted his teeth, turned around, and saw a stern-faced woman with marionette lines on her cheeks quietly watching him.
Gu Yiwu stamred, “Tea… Teacher ng. You, you are sunbathing here?”
The over forty-year-old spinster, ng Zhengjun, expressionless.
Gu Yiwu: “!!!”
On the side, Zhao Rong blinked and turned his back, folding his arms. He couldn’t bear to watch what was about to unfold…
Before long, a burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was scolded by a cold-faced, stern woman.
Although Zhao Rong couldn’t bear to watch, he still pricked his ears and listened for a while.
He was quite relieved that, this ti, Gu Yiwu wasn’t severely punished.
It was just a penalty for “talking behind a teacher’s back,” hmm, and being caught red-handed was enough trouble for him.
At that mont, outside the Water Pavilion, ng Zhengjun looked at Zhao Rong, then stepped into the Water Pavilion.
Zhao Rong quietly watched her silhouette.
By the way, ng Xuezhen walked silently, mm, her presence too.
Zhao Rong had just blinked, and ng Zhengjun appeared behind Gu Yiwu, silently listening to Gu Yiwu’s speech on how to deal with old won.
Zhao Rong looked towards the lakeside, the Sacrificial Officer’s boat had already docked.
He turned back again.
Gu Yiwu was standing there drooping his shoulders, his eyes mournfully looking at Zhao Rong.
The latter sighed lightly, patted Gu Yiwu on the shoulder, and couldn’t help but say,
“The words of the wise, better than a decade of fighting.”
Gu Yiwu, a living example: “???”
…
An hour later.
ng Zhengjun walked out of the Water Pavilion, ignored Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu outside the door, and went straight away.
Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu exchanged a look, then stepped into the Water Pavilion.
The old Sacrificial Officer had moved to another spot to fish.
On a platform by the water.
At that mont, he was busy baiting the fish hook, no one else on the pavilion, footsteps from Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu began to grow louder at the stairs.
The fishing old man, looking down while busy with his hands,
heard the footsteps and laughed heartily, “Is it Ziyu and Yiwu? What brings you to visit this old man?”
Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, sparing no effort at flattering, threw out their complints.
Zhao Rong: “Haven’t seen Teacher for many days, I’ve missed you terribly.”
Gu Yiwu: “Thinking I wouldn’t bask in Teacher’s refined glow today, Ziyu and I were restless; we got up this morning in a frenzy, yearning to rush over here and listen at your feet.”
Zhao Rong: “Brother Yiwu, that’s not right of you, I must criticize you. Where has the Teacher aged? Don’t speak without thinking. From what I see, the Teacher isn’t old at all, always keeping a youthful heart.”
Gu Yiwu: “……”
He wordlessly glanced at Zhao Rong.
The latter was unfazed and remained calm.
Gu Yiwu had no choice but to nod in agreent, keeping a united front, and continued to flatter, “Ziyu is right, I was confused, it must have been because I encountered a ghost just now. The Sacrificial Officer isn’t old as long as his heart isn’t old, one is only as old as one feels…”
The old Sacrificial Officer swung his club while listening delightedly, stroking his grizzled beard and nodding from ti to ti.
He was spirited and cheerful, turning his head to look at the two young n, who appeared very agreeable to him.
He felt sowhat moved.
The old Sacrificial Officer felt that his old bones had nurtured two future pillars of the Academy.
He said with a cheerful smile, “Ziyu, Yiwu, make yourselves comfortable, please don’t stand on ceremony.”
Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched, and he exchanged a glance with Gu Yiwu.
The two scanned their surroundings once more.
Apart from the small stool under the old Sacrificial Officer’s buttocks, where else was there a seat?
However, the two did not care about that, as they had more important things to do today—tattletale.
They stepped forward and squatted next to the old Sacrificial Officer.
One on the left and one on the right.
As they had agreed outside, Gu Yiwu began by pouring out his grievances, detailing ng Zhengjun’s actions in the Academy over the past few days, sparing no detail.
However, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu were in tacit agreent, adding neither fuel nor embellishnt, nor was there any need to.
When Gu Yiwu ntioned his new kickball field, he burst into tears.
Every word was like blood-tinged tears.
This even made Zhao Rong sowhat reluctant, not to ntion the old Sacrificial Officer, who always loved his students like children.
“How could this be, this girl, why is she so radical, leaving no room for flexibility, cutting everything off that doesn’t align with her views? The kickball matter at your Justice Hall was personally approved by . Kickball is also a matter of physique-strengthening, and she dares to say it’s off!”
Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu’s eyes lit up.
There was hope.
But before they could further their point, the words of the old Sacrificial Officer made their hearts sink.
“Ah, but, Ziyu, Yiwu, you must also understand the current situation at the Academy, with the mid-month major examination coming up soon, your Teacher must be thinking of having you focus on your revision…”
“Why don’t you put extra effort into this upcoming examination, and if you achieve good results afterward, I will go with you to reason with her, relentlessly targeting Ziyu and Justice Hall like this isn’t justified. I will stand up for you, she will surely have to yield.”
Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu were still unsatisfied.
Not to ntion whether they could survive until the mid-month examination.
Targeted by ng Zhengjun, and still hoping for good results in the Ritual Skill exam during the mid-month exam?
Difficult.
The two did not give up and spoke more words from the depths of their hearts.
Gu Yiwu also repeated ng Zhengjun’s unfair treatnt towards Zhao Rong.
However, the old Sacrificial Officer was only playing tai chi, occasionally offering a slight explanation for ng Zhengjun.
Most of the ti, the old man was comforting Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, empathizing with their mutual grievance, criticizing a certain stern and rigid woman.
Gu Yiwu grew impatient, realizing that complaining was useless. It was for the sake of the Justice Hall’s exam results.
He furrowed his brow sternly and said:
“Old Teacher, allow to say sothing that is highly disrespectful but nevertheless true. This ng Xuezhen, one can tell that her elders or ntors did not teach her well in the past. Being so vindictive and rigid, Ziyu and I think that now you need to go…”
Whack————!
Gu Yiwu stopped talking abruptly because he was suddenly slapped on the back of his head.
The old Sacrificial Officer retrieved his hand with a smile.
Gu Yiwu was stunned, “Sacrificial Officer, you hit …”
The old Sacrificial Officer nodded and said, “Oh, and Ziyu thinks so too.”
Whack————!
Zhao Rong tactically leaned back, raising his hand to rub his forehead, which had been inadvertently involved.
“I am her father.” ng, the old Sacrificial Officer, said leisurely.
“……” Zhao Rong.
“……” Gu Yiwu.
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