My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 358 - 264 What Did You Call Me? _2

Chapter 358: Chapter 264 What Did You Call Me? _2

Zhu Yourong said formally, "I believe Ziyu can handle it well. Xuanji, Han Wenfu, what do you think? And you, Ziyu?"

Zhao Rong replied softly, "Mr. Zhu, either is fine; please arrange as you see fit."

Likened to a statue, Yu Huaijin finally showed some movement, tilting her head slightly to glance at Zhao Rong and, after a moment, she gently nodded.

Seeing this, Zhu Yourong’s lips curved up slightly, but just then—

"Teacher, maybe... let’s choose someone else," Han Wenfu suddenly said.

He turned his head, his smile brilliant as he looked at Zhao Rong, and said sincerely,

"In my Cultivation Hall, all are stubborn students. I am quite helpless. They do not listen to my instructions and only stay quiet during class under the Academy Teachers’ supervision. It’s the same with Calligraphy class. Thus, brother fears that Zhao brother might suffer the nuisance of those fellows, affecting the teaching. Mr. Zhu, perhaps choose someone else. Zhao brother, I truly apologize."

Han Wenfu gave Zhao Rong an apologetic smile.

Zhao Rong looked up at him and then, also smiling, nodded his head, "No trouble at all."

The eyes of everyone present turned between the two.

Gu Yiwu pursed his lips slightly, thinking you manage your Cultivation Hall students well enough, who are you kidding... But surprisingly, Sister Yu didn’t reject this seemingly unreliable matter. Isn’t she always concerned about the mid-month exam results? Could she be not competing now?

That’s impossible... Gu Yiwu shook his head subtly and then, unable to help himself, glanced at the taciturn archaic woman who had been silent since her arrival.

"Is that so." Zhu Yourong observed Han Wenfu, whose smile contained helplessness yet sincerity.

She slowly nodded her head.

"Then let’s go with another option. Let’s settle on Shuaixing Hall first—that’s one. For the rest, let me see..."

Zhu Yourong looked around at the other four senior students inside the pavilion.

Many of them hurriedly averted their gaze or stared down at the ground, avoiding her eyes.

Zhu Yourong thought for a moment, "Guangye Hall?"

Li Wenyuan’s mouth twitched, and he hurriedly waved his hand, then apologetically explained to Zhu Yourong and Zhao Rong, roughly similar to Han Wenfu’s earlier excuse.

Zhu Yourong frowned slightly, "Sincerity Hall?"

One senior, who had been staring at his toes as if trying to spot a flower, trembled at his shoulders and coughed a few times, equally sighing in refusal. He also tried to explain, but Zhu Yourong shook her head at him, "It’s fine."

She then shifted her gaze to the next, from Chongzhi Hall.

Seeing others refuse, Han Wenfu glanced sideways at Zhao Rong.

Gu Yiwu suddenly said, "Teacher, how about my Justice Hall then?"

The people around were startled, some moving closer.

Zhao Rong, who had been bored waiting, was also somewhat surprised and looked up at Gu Yiwu, blinking his eyes.

Zhu Yourong too was slightly taken aback. She passed over the Chongzhi Hall senior who had already started to refuse and was about to explain, and smiled at Gu Yiwu, "Justice Hall? Mm, that’s very good."

The other seniors couldn’t help but cast curious looks at Gu Yiwu, looking somewhat as if they were looking at a fool.

Gu Yiwu raised his hand to the back of his head, facing their gaze, grinned, and said nothing.

Zhu Yourong, with her hands clasped behind her, smiled at Gu Yiwu and gave a gentle nod, quite pleased.

"Then it’s settled. One Shuaixing Hall, one Justice Hall, from today until the end of the mid-month exam, Ziyu will assist as the acting instructor for these two halls, while I will continue to lead the remaining four halls. Hmm, I suppose this should leave us more time." She blinked and her lips curled into a smile. "However, it will be troublesome for Ziyu."

Zhao Rong bowed, saying sincerely, "Mr. Zhu, you are too courteous. Sharing your concerns and servicing our fellow students is my bounden duty!"

Yu Huaijin couldn’t help but turn her head, looking at the two who were acting quite the pair, absolutely speechless.

Why are they so in sync?

Others in the pavilion, unaware of the real situation, thought it was really the case. Their view of Zhao Rong shifted, including some admiration.

Afterward, Zhu Yourong discussed the specific arrangements with Zhao Rong and the other seniors.

Soon after, the meeting ended, and the people in the pavilion prepared to leave,

Zhao Rong, seeing no further issues, also began to walk away.

At that moment, Zhu Yourong surveyed the surroundings of the pavilion, not seeing a certain wild girl. She frowned slightly, facing the outside of the pavilion, and called out softly, "Wild girl, aren’t you coming out?"

The steps of those about to leave halted, and they curiously looked around.

In the pavilion and outside, it was quiet for a moment; suddenly, from the right side of the pavilion in a dense flower bush, a blue-clothed young girl slowly made her way out. On closer inspection, if it wasn’t Jingzi, then who else could it be?

However, at this moment, the view of this previously spoilt young lady appeared somewhat different to everyone.

With both hands cradling a cup of hot tea, she walked to the pavilion with her head bowed and shoulders slumped.

At that moment, Han Wenfu, Gu Yiwu, and the others looked on in astonishment.

She walked straight towards a particular spot, and the crowd hastily stepped aside to make way.

With her head still bowed, she passed right in front of them, seemingly ignoring these fellows. Yet her ears turned thoroughly red. Holding the tea with both hands, she approached Zhao Rong, looked up at him briefly, and then quickly lowered her head. Under Zhu Yourong’s stern gaze, she respectfully and reverently handed over the tea with both hands.

She whispered softly, "Master Zhao... Master Zhao, please drink this tea. It was my fault before, and I apologize for it. I hope... I hope you will forgive me, and please do not take it to heart."

The air inside the pavilion grew silent for a moment.

Gu Yiwu, Han Wenfu, and the others scrutinized the softly apologizing woman in blue. Was this really the same person who had reluctantly opened the door for them that morning?

Zhao Rong looked helplessly at Zhu Yourong and shook his head slightly, giving her a small gesture.

But Zhu Yourong also shook her head, pursed her lips, and remained silent, her eyes fixed on the cup of tea.

Zhao Rong was briefly startled, his gaze also lingering momentarily on the tea before him.

It was a cup of Orchid Tea, but this tea cup... was again made of purple sandalwood.

Zhao Rong instantly understood, hesitated no longer, and reached out with both hands to take the teacup, drank it all in one go, placed down the teacup, and exhaled deeply. The next second, his eyes brightened.

The fourth cup of Zhengguan Spring Water!

Under the watchful eyes of his seniors around, she carefully took back the empty teacup, then looked up eagerly at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong came out of his introspection, looked down, and saw this scene, shaking his head and chuckling.

"It’s all in the past. I’ve long forgotten it, and you shouldn’t dwell on it either."

She breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze complex as she looked at Zhao Rong and nodded her head vigorously.

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but glance at Zhu Yourong.

The woman in the Confucian robe was serene as ever, yet it seemed as if something outside had caught her attention. She didn’t return Zhao Rong’s look but shifted her gaze to the outside. However, like the earlier scene with her, her earlobes were dyed with a vibrant rouge.

Yu Huaijin, who had been silently guarding her teacher and vigilantly watching Zhao Rong, knitted her brows slightly, a hint of confusion emerging as her eyes moved back and forth between the teacher and student.

What kind of understanding was this?

The stern woman’s frown lingered for a long time.

...

Shortly after she served tea and apologized and Zhao Rong accepted, all those who had come today gradually left Yilan Pavilion.

Just as the group walked out of the gate and began to disperse, Gu Yiwu suddenly turned, walked towards Zhao Rong, and bowed with clasped hands, "From now on, we will depend on Brother Zhao’s hard work."

Zhao Rong stopped, returned the gesture, and waved his hand, "Not at all, it is I who should thank Brother Gu."

The two exchanged smiles.

At that moment, Yu Huaijin’s departing steps halted. She stood still for a while and then also turned around and came forward, after bowing, she looked at Zhao Rong and said sternly, "In the future, we’ll be troubling Brother Zhao."

Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head, "Wait, what did you call me?"

Yu Huaijin frowned, "Brother Zhao?"

"No, cough."

"Brother Ziyu?"

"Not that either."

Yu Huaijin thought for a moment, "Zhao Rong?"

At this, Zhao Rong also put on a stern face, then with one hand behind his back and the other fist held in front of his abdomen, he slightly raised his head. At a certain moment, he glanced at the stern woman by his side, expressionless and very serious.

Yu Huaijin: "..."

Gu Yiwu: "..."

Yu Huaijin understood, she took a deep breath, then another deep breath, and immediately bowed deeply, saying word by word, "Then... thank you, Teacher Zhao!"

"Xuanji, oh Xuanji, how many times have I said, no need for such formalities." ’Teacher Zhao’ changed his expression, feigned a supportive gesture, laughed, and shook his head in resignation, "This child, really."

Yu Huaijin: "???"

Gu Yiwu, who witnessed this harmonious scene between teacher and student, could hardly contain his mirth, his gaze at a certain stern woman filled with curiosity.