My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 337 - 252: If cold water shocks your teeth, then drink something hot.

Chapter 337: Chapter 252: If cold water shocks your teeth, then drink something hot.

The classroom is an extraordinary place.

As a student immersed in study, you’re only a small part of this large collective, yet sometimes your every move quietly catches the eyes of the majority of your classmates.

Regardless of what you might be thinking when you enact certain behaviors, those onlooking classmates have their own scales in their hearts.

They weigh you in this collective, your possible place in the teacher’s heart, your potential place in the heart of the prettiest girl in the group.

They measure you.

Then comes either schadenfreude, pity mixed with a sense of superiority, or envy tinged with jealousy.

Just like now, at this moment, during the calligraphy class taking place in the Lanzhou Crossing Open Space.

Yu Huaijin had just said that not all of the papers were collected, without specifying who exactly was missing, but all students from Shuaixing Hall present knew who it was, tacitly aware.

And at this time, Zhu Weirui, who was nearly constantly the focus of every student’s gaze in the classroom, rolled up the stack of seriously submitted papers—the stack that was missing just one person’s—holding it lightly in her hand and placing her pair of jade hands behind her slender waist tied with a sash, gently lifted her chin.

Zhu Weirui and her followers, just like the austere disciples behind her, had a facade as rigid as that of an orchid, if her soft, graceful smile and the step-by-step instruction on brushstrokes to the students earlier made her appear like a tender and secluded orchid of spring, then at this moment, the Zhu Weirui who squinted slightly at Zhao Rong, had in the eyes of the students instantaneously become a frosty winter orchid, exuding a chill that could freeze one’s heart.

Her gaze fixed on Zhao Rong, she slowly stepped down from the dais, walking towards a corner on the left.

Yu Huaijin, carrying an ancient ruler just two fingers wide, followed closely behind Zhu Weirui, her gaze calmly fixed on Zhao Rong ahead, her face as rigid as ever.

Or perhaps it was her natural stern expression that gave her such a look, for aside from the one time Zhao Rong had seen Yu Huaijin show some liveliness when eating a cucumber, he hadn’t really seen her express much else. Was it because Yu Huaijin’s "keep out" sign wasn’t unlocked yet, or was she just naturally expressionless? Either way, Zhao Rong had always been curious about this and thought he might tell her a joke one day...

This pair of teacher and student, both women—one older, one younger—with equally grim faces, walked towards him.

All the students from Shuaixing Hall watched them, their glances shifting back and forth, stealing peeks at Zhao Rong, who had only just realized his predicament and looked up.

Was this the result of annoying the two highest-ranking women in our classroom?

Among the students, some shook their heads with a light chuckle, like Wu Peiliang.

Some frowned in silence, like Fan Yushu.

There were also those who couldn’t bear to look, like Li Xueyou.

Of course, the majority were indifferent, watching the drama unfold with eagerness, much like Xiao Hongyu.

No matter what the students on the field were thinking, the open space fell silent, with only the footsteps of Zhu Weirui and Yu Huaijin and the snap of a book closing—a sound that came from a certain student surnamed Zhao. Under the diverse gazes of everyone, he finally, with delayed reaction, seemed to realize something and slowly looked up.

Zhao Rong looked unfazed, not glancing at the fellow students around him but instead staring directly at the pair of mentor and mentee approaching him intensely.

He didn’t blink, his expression remained unchanged, as if... he had been scared stiff, his eyes wide open, causing many students to snicker secretly.

Wu Peiliang’s gaze lingered briefly on Zhao Rong’s face, then he shook his head with a slight curl of his lips, looking indifferent. He felt somewhat bored, his gaze shifting to look at Zhu Weirui’s stack of papers, growing more impatient.

What was the point of all this delay? And what about Teacher Zhu and Senior Yu, that scoundrel, if he doesn’t write, then he doesn’t write, why bother tending to him or managing him, only to waste time? Hurry up and grade the papers, this young master is a bit thirsty, not to mention curious about the taste of the water from the "Reading Seed" well. But then again, sigh, later he would have to waste time answering questions for classmates at the Academy...

Wu Peiliang’s gaze, without realizing it, stuck to a small bamboo tube on a nearby table. At the moment, the bamboo tube stood quietly on the head of a lacquered red long table, which was now unoccupied. Suddenly, there was movement from Zhao Rong’s direction, and Wu Peiliang quickly looked over, just in time to see Zhu Weirui arriving with Yu Huaijin and the ruler at the desk of that detestable scoundrel...

Zhu Weirui walked towards Zhao Rong with her hands behind her back and her chest puffed out.

She actually didn’t like this way of walking because carrying one’s hands behind the back and standing straight with one’s chest protruding would greatly increase the load on a certain article of clothing she wore, and as force is reciprocal, the oppressive weight of that bound garment would protest vehemently against such strain, resulting in suffering and the likely formation of red marks...

Yet Zhu Weirui maintained this posture, her expression unchanging on her fair face.

She was accustomed to certain things, after all, and could bear it.

At the moment, Zhu Weirui felt that combining this posture with her identity as a teacher, she could impart a sense of pressure and authority over the students in the lecture hall. This was something she learned from an elder, though she would not admit it.

Zhu Weirui’s eyes slightly narrowed as she locked gazes with Zhao Rong, who had just looked up. She kept her face stern as she approached his desk and regarded him.

Quiet ensued for a moment.

Zhao Rong looked up slightly, gazing at her.

All the students from Shuaixing Hall watched the two of them.