Chapter 470: Chapter 320 I Really Didn’t an to Hit Your Face_2
Wu Peiliang licked his dry lips and then ca to his senses, scoffing as he shook his head.
As expected, everyone in Justice Hall was foolish, just like that thick and sturdy senior, no one had a normal way of thinking, unlike their Shuaixing Hall, except for so dim-witted characters, they wouldn’t…
Wu Peiliang choked.
Because, at that mont, in the crowd that no longer belonged to Justice Hall students, or Shuaixing Hall dim-wits, soone else stepped forward and climbed up the steps.
“Count…count in, Shuaixing Hall, Li Xueyou.”
Li Xueyou’s voice was feeble, but at this quiet mont, it was clearly audible to everyone.
She hurriedly quickened her pace onto the stage, not looking at Zhao Rong, and directly hid in the already crowded group on stage.
Seeing this, Xiao Hongyu could only feel helpless as her compassionate friend suddenly disappeared from her side.
“Also count in, Shuaixing Hall, Xiao Hongyu.”
The always silent Zhao Rong had not expected these two female classmates to step up on stage, but before he could think further, from the crowd of Shuaixing Hall students, more people ca forward.
“Count in, Shuaixing Hall, Ye Zhuzhi.”
“Count in, Shuaixing Hall…”
Diverse voices followed, belonging to five Shuaixing Hall students.
But they were the classmates Zhao Rong was not very familiar with, seemingly not very close on ordinary days.
Usually, when they encountered each other on the road, they would nod and greet each other.
Sotis, when Zhao Rong taught Calligraphy classes, handing out assignnts and lecturing students one by one, they would listen earnestly, though not very talkative.
Well, Zhao Rong knew the difference between genuine attention and feigned attention, and students like Ye Zhuzhi were clearly the forr.
And whenever Wu Peiliang acted as a troublemaker, creating conflicts with Zhao Rong, except for those students who were close and sympathetic to Wu Peiliang, students like Ye Zhuzhi actually did not get involved.
They were not few in number.
This was also the reason Zhao Rong thought that actually, Shuaixing Hall was not so bad.
Because despite the prejudice and arrogance, there were also those who seriously studied their own books.
But now, what Zhao Rong didn’t expect was that, despite their superficial camaraderie, five students would silently co out to support.
Zhao Rong smiled broadly.
However, it seed that today’s drama was not willing to co to an easy end.
Just as ng Zhengjun’s eyes regained calmness and he was about to say sothing, his pupils constricted.
Wow-——!
The whole audience suddenly gasped in surprise.
Because a small, frail figure was now taking step by step up the stairs.
This frail figure had a stern expression and temperant, which was very similar to ng Zhengjun, who seed about to erupt like a volcano!
“Teacher ng, count in as well, Shuaixing Hall, Yu Huaijin.”
Yu Huaijin walked up next to Zhao Rong and earnestly addressed ng Zhengjun.
The entire venue erupted into loud discussions, reaching a climax.
Yu Huaijin, who had always been regarded by ng Zhengjun as almost a Closed-door Disciple and treated with protective care, actually went on stage, now standing on the opposite side of ng Zhengjun!
Gradually.
Because a stern woman who dominated the entire place stayed silent, the noise on the ground quieted down.
Soon, the heavy atmosphere of utter silence was restored.
The remaining students of Mochi, shocked, were sowhat numb.
They silently watched the scene on stage.
Zhao Rong led on the left side of the platform, behind him stood about forty to fifty students, including two school seniors.
ng Zhengjun stood quietly on the right platform, alone.
The two sides were implicitly confrontational.
A silent standoff.
Before Daoist Cultivator students were summoned here today by ng Zhengjun, no one had imagined that things would develop to this extent.
There was a student who dared to go on stage alone and confront ng Zhengjun head-on.
However, not only did they manage not to get in over their heads, but they also attracted a large group of students to the stage to stand by them, putting ng Zhengjun in a difficult position, unable to step down or retreat.
No one expected that what was universally acknowledged as the hard labor of the external assessnt during each Ritual Skill exam would have so many vying for it.
So students couldn’t help but suspect that there might be sothing unknown about Great Li’s exam that allowed for high scores.
But this thought was just fleeting, as the difficulty of the Sealing and Sacrifice Ceremony was well-known.
Therefore, even Wu Peiliang, who looked pale, had to admit that the root cause of all these events was becoming apparent…
At this mont, in the utterly silent venue, all eyes from top to bottom were on the tall figure at the forefront of the group on the right side of the stage.
That’s when Zhao Rong took a step forward, looking straight at ng Zhengjun, whose face was tinged with a mix of pale green and white, and saluted:
“Chief Student, I was the first to co up here. Let go to Great Li. The minimum requirent of dispatching one person has been t, no need to choose anyone else.”
Gu Yiwu spoke solemnly:
“Ziyu, do not be willful and speak nonsense. Great Li’s assessnt has more than one spot available, don’t decide for . Chief Student, please don’t listen to Ziyu; give a spot as well, so I can accompany him. As for the others, let’s not consider them…”
“No, I also want to go, Chief Student, give a spot too…”
“I also want to go…”
The students behind Zhao Rong, one by one, demanded their chance for Great Li’s assessnt spots, opposing his going alone.
For a mont, the area was filled with these arguntative voices.
Students quietly observing from below the stage had a funny look in their eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
A certain stern woman, acting as the Chief Student, had a face as dark as iron.
The next mont.
“Silence!”
ng Zhengjun’s stern rebuke silenced all argunts.
Her face was tightly furrowed, her eyes fixed solely on Zhao Rong, ignoring everyone else.
Zhao Rong’s gaze was calm, eting her eyes.
“Good, very good, Zhao Ziyu, you are the first one.” ng Zhengjun’s chest heaved violently.
Zhao Rong saluted respectfully, saying, “I am not worthy.”
“!!!” ng Zhengjun.
She waved her sleeve grandly.
“If you want to go, then all go! The spots are limited. The first twenty to co up here will head to Great Li’s exam shortly!”
ng Zhengjun gritted her teeth and dropped these words before she couldn’t stand it any longer, feeling the gaze from Zhao Rong burning her face.
The woman, usually ticulous and respectful, turned abruptly and stepped into the Ritual Hall.
An impolite departure, unprecedented.
She left hundreds of Mochi students standing there, looking at each other in bewildernt.
Zhao Rong rubbed his face and exhaled heavily.
This ss…
I really didn’t an to slap your face.
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PS: Cough, good morning, guys…
Writing since the early hours, here are two chapters, thanks to the brothers for timing, truly great brothers!
Well, folks, if there’s no update by midnight tonight, then it will be tomorrow.
Zhao is now trying to fix his routine, trying not to stay up all night anymore, ensuring a good life before writing…
Regarding those who said Zhao is spent, don’t run!
Take this sword!!!
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