My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 360 - 265 Teacher Zhao, please have some self-respect!_2

Chapter 360: Chapter 265 Teacher Zhao, please have some self-respect!_2

Zhao Rong examined the prim woman before him who not long ago had pressed him under her command with music and painting, noting the meticulousness of the movements of her hands.

Her hands were truly white, especially when placed beside the white porcelain teaware.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

But holding the ruler to hit this young master really did hurt.

Thinking of this, the next second, Zhao Rong’s hands, which were behind his back, suddenly reached forward, seizing the bamboo ruler two fingers wide from the table.

As Yu Huaijin was pouring tea, her movements halted briefly, then continued without lifting her head.

Zhao Rong, while raising the ruler in front of the prim woman reverently pouring tea, glanced at her intermittently, nodding as if affirming that she was indeed the culprit behind his punishment days ago, wondering if he was thinking about the ruler or Yu Huaijin.

Yu Huaijin slightly narrowed her eyelids.

"Mr. Zhao, please enjoy the tea," she said.

Finally, the cup of hot tea was poured. With a stern face, Yu Huaijin respectfully placed the tea on the table in front of Zhao Rong, then lifted her gaze to him, silent.

Zhao Rong watched her for a while, then suddenly let go of the ruler he was holding and nodded slightly with a sunny smile, "Thank you, Xuanji."

Yu Huaijin lowered her gaze and said, "Does Mr. Zhao have anything else?"

Zhao Rong lifted the teacup and took a sip, then shook his head slightly.

Yu Huaijin did not move, still standing in front of the table.

"A bit astringent..." Zhao Rong muttered, then slowly set down the teacup and nodded again.

"Yes."

He smiled gently, "Xuanji, could you smile for me? A woman who is always stern is not pleasant and tends to age prematurely."

Yu Huaijin remained expressionless.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, then added, "Looking like this... it will be even harder for you to get married."

Yu Huaijin’s small hand, hidden beneath her wide sleeve, clenched fiercely.

She took a deep breath, stared at the sincere smile of the man in front of her who was deeply concerned about his students’ lifelong issues, calmed herself, and said word by word, "Mr. Zhao, please show some respect."

Zhao Rong’s smile disappeared instantly, and he stretched out his hand with the ruler toward Yu Huaijin without hesitation.

He looked at her with a calm expression.

Yu Huaijin suddenly narrowed her eyes.

The two locked gazes.

All the students in Shuaixing Hall stared blankly at this abrupt turn of events.

Down below, Fan Yushu gasped, having just witnessed his friend’s act of public retribution on stage, and while he felt vindicated, he was also secretly shocked by the audacity of it, almost sucking all the chill from the hall.

Similarly shocked were Xiao Hongyu, Li Xueyou, Wu Peiliang, and others.

At that moment.

Yu Huaijin suddenly glanced at the ruler before her and the next moment, her right hand suddenly reached out, silently extending her palm.

All the students of Shuaixing Hall watched the scene on stage in shock.

Was Senior Yu about to be punished by getting her hand smacked? And, was she really letting him do it? Did he really dare to?

As many were astonished, numerous questions flashed through their minds instantly.

All eyes were now focused on Zhao Rong, who was holding out the ruler.

Meanwhile, Yu Huaijin slightly bowed her head, but the eyes that seemed always calm forcefully lifted, staring at Zhao Rong, who was almost two heads taller, her lips tightly pursed until they lost all color, forming a thin line.

Zhao Rong calmly returned her gaze, looking at the prim woman whose eyes showed a hint of stubbornness but who still obediently extended her hand.

So, this is a case of "submitting the body but not the heart," is it? "You can have my body, but you’ll never have my heart," right?

But why would this young master need your heart?

Hmm, I don’t need this skinny-as-a-stick body either, but it’s quite rare to see this dull person finally showing a new expression.

Amid countless gazes, Zhao Rong nodded slightly, his ruler swaying up and down, hovering above Yu Huaijin’s hand.

At that moment, the air in the hall was dead silent, and everyone was breathing cautiously.

On the podium, Yu Huaijin’s one hand hung by her side, her wide sleeves fluttering in the wind while her other hand stretched out straight, palm open, revealing a clean and shockingly pale palm, above which was the thick and long dark ruler.

The two were mere inches apart.

The next second, the ruler might snap down with a crisp sound...

And the next second, the ruler indeed fell, making a sound, just... it wasn’t a heavy crisp sound, but a slightly light one.

The hand gripping the ruler loosened, and the horizontally placed ruler fell freely, slightly tilted as it ’hit’ the palm of a traditional woman.

Yu Huaijin’s expression was startled as she caught the falling ruler, the rare anger on her face suddenly crumbling and vanishing, her lips slightly parted as she looked at Zhao Rong, still whitened at the edges.

The audience below the stage was equally taken aback, staring at the calm-faced man on the stage.

After dropping the ruler, Zhao Rong withdrew his hand, clasping them behind his back again.

He looked at the dazed Yu Huaijin strangely, "What are you spacing out for? I just asked you to catch a ruler, you stretched out your hand and just stayed like that, must I personally hand it to you?"

Teacher Zhao shook his head, then followed up with incomprehensible remarks like "This batch of students is no good," "This is the worst batch I’ve ever taught," and so on.

Yu Huaijin and the students of Shuaixing Hall: "..."

Hearing Zhao Rong’s words, they still didn’t quite recover.

Zhao Rong blinked, his expression still stern, but he couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Yu Huaijin’s slightly parted lips bearing white marks, and suddenly, he thought this dull and strict person, although always stone-faced and serious, somehow seemed a bit cute at this dazed moment...

It must be an illusion, certainly an illusion. If it were about being silly or cute, the little one at home beats her by miles.

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Yu Huaijin took a deep breath, coming back to her senses. She looked down at the ruler she was holding, still warm from someone’s touch, paused her gaze on it, and looked up at Zhao Rong, speaking softly:

"What is this, Teacher Zhao?"

Zhao Rong, with his hands behind his back, glanced at her, then turned aside, his gaze falling on the students below the podium, and said, curling his lips, "Take this ruler far away, better to dig a hole and bury it outside. I don’t want to see it. My class..."

"... is about joyful education."

He was utterly sincere.

Yu Huaijin: "..."

She scrutinized the face of ’Joyful Education Teacher Zhao,’ thought for a moment, yet still felt unsure, "Is there anything else, Teacher Zhao?"

Zhao Rong slightly tilted his chin towards her.

Yu Huaijin held the ruler horizontally, turned, and walked away. But she wasn’t really going to take it out to bury it—instead, she returned to her seat in the front row and temporarily put the ruler inside the desk.

"Class begins," Zhao Rong said, narrowing his eyes.

Subsequently, Yu Huaijin stood up, leading the students of Shuaixing Hall in saluting Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong reciprocated the bow, and then, squinting his eyes, watched the students, seriously saying, "It’s an honor for you to attend my class."

The students of Shuaixing Hall: "???"

Zhao Rong picked up his teacup, leisurely took a sip, set down the cup, and then looked at them.

"Of course, it’s also my honor."

The corners of the students’ mouths twitched—are you having fun?