My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 300 - 232 Whose handwriting?

Chapter 300: Chapter 232 Whose handwriting?

Jingzi saw Huaijin being so "polite" and did not find it strange.

She quickly bent over to return the greeting, and upon standing up, she reached up to adjust the Attendant Student’s cap that had slipped down her forehead.

"The Teacher is here, but she is writing in the garden."

Huaijin nodded slightly, ready to set her things down and take her leave.

The Teacher had just become a first-class Confucian scholar a very long time ago, and had then become her "private tutor."

Having known each other for a long time, Huaijin knew that once the Teacher started writing in the garden, she was definitely becoming fascinated with calligraphy again. She would become engrossed and write all day long, not allowing others to disturb her and ceasing to meet with guests.

However, for someone as close as her, approaching in urgent matters wasn’t too troublesome.

But considering Huaijin’s respect for her Teacher, she wouldn’t do so without a good reason.

This time, she came to seek Teacher Zhu’s advice on issues of calligraphy and techniques in brushwork.

For this newly introduced and unfamiliar field of Art Studies, nearly all the results from the last mid-month examination in the Six Halls of Mochi Academy were mediocre at best, with little variation between them, and not even one student outperforming the rest significantly.

Therefore, the study of calligraphy could very well be the deciding factor in the next mid-month exam. It was uncertain whether the halls ranked behind Shuaixing Hall could surpass it, especially the Cultivation Hall, which was only marginally behind. Thus, Huaijin felt it was absolutely crucial not to be complacent.

The Mochi Academy had only one calligraphy Teacher responsible for all Six Halls, inevitably stretched thin, and the Teacher had never had any assistant to help, thus unable to attend to all students.

Lately whenever Huaijin had free time, she diligently practiced calligraphy. Her visit this time was also for the sake of calligraphy, thinking of improving to secretly teach the other students in Shuaixing Hall.

After all, although Huaijin herself didn’t consider her calligraphy up to par, she was among the top students in the academy, tall among the shorts.

However, since the Teacher was again practicing writing in the garden today, she decided not to disturb her.

Yet, Huaijin bit her lip, feeling this moment to be quite opportune. She remembered the Teacher seeming to have been facing a "great mountain" in her calligraphy for a long time, seldom driven to practice writing like today.

At this moment, Jingzi glanced at Huaijin, her expression hesitant to speak.

Huaijin was about to turn away when she suddenly paused, looked at the blue-clothed girl’s expression, and pondered aloud, "Jingzi, is there something wrong?"

Jingzi clasped her hands behind her back, looked down at her toes, and hesitantly said:

"The Teacher... The Teacher has been somewhat captivated by writing these days, even neglecting sleep and meals. It’s been very long since she last rested. Every day, I have to remind her when it’s time for class."

She paused, glanced at Sister Huaijin, and, seeing the earnest woman intently listening, continued:

"The Teacher has been solely focused on calligraphy. Today, too, after stopping last night to take a sip of water, she picked up... picked up that model script to study until dawn, then early this morning, she took up her ink, brush, and paper, and went to write in the garden. Although the Teacher’s cultivation is high, continuing this way... Sister Huaijin, maybe you could persuade the Teacher to take a rest. She heeds your word."

Huaijin listened, her eyes narrowed in contemplation for a while before suddenly turning her head and glancing again at the unusual couplet above the open courtyard door.

Seeing this, Jingzi bit her lip, looked down at her feet, and stayed silent.

Huaijin straightened her body, nodded gently, and said, "I’ll go see the Teacher."

Having said this, she picked up the food box and led the way to Yilan Pavilion.

"Okay," the blue-clothed girl chirped happily, bouncing as she followed her.

As Jingzi entered indoors, she gazed at Huaijin’s retreating back, then turned to look outside. Seeing no one outside, she closed the door and turned back, curiously saying:

"By the way, Sister Huaijin, what about Sister Bi Fang? Didn’t she come this time?"

As Huaijin descended the stairs, she slightly lowered her eyes, her steps unceasing, and softly replied, "Glutton, she went outside to buy snacks."

"Oh," Jingzi nodded, remembering that Sister Huaijin’s personal maid, Sister Bi Fang, indeed loved to eat; whenever she saw her, she was always munching on snacks constantly.

"Sister Bi Fang is so thin, why doesn’t she get fat no matter how much she eats, huh, just like me..." the blue-clothed girl muttered, finally looking down at her toes, sighing softly.

Just then, as Huaijin walked down the stairs into the courtyard, she suddenly caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye.

She turned to look and saw, not far from the courtyard door, a few male figures inside a small pavilion used to receive guests.

Behind her, Jingzi noticed Huaijin’s expression, glanced at the men eagerly waiting in the Guest Pavilion, and casually said:

"Oh, they are senior students from the other halls of the academy, Sister Huaijin, you should recognize them. They came to consult the Teacher about calligraphy. But I’ve told them the Teacher won’t be free for a while, to come back later, yet they insisted on waiting here until the Teacher finishes writing..."

The blue-clothed girl glanced at Huaijin, her eyes lighting up, "Oh right, that annoying Han Wenfu, who’s like a toad wanting to eat swan meat, is also there. Sister Huaijin, now that you’re here, I’ll go chase him away."

After saying this, Jingzi shook her head, eagerly ready to head to the Guest Pavilion to shoo them away.

"Jingzi, come back," Huaijin frowned and called back this mischievous orchid sprite, "Brother Han and I were both taught by the Teacher, here to seek answers to questions. How can we send someone away without cause? Also, you must not give people nicknames in the future."