My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 376 - 275: Teacher, where have I grown? I’m still very young!

Chapter 376: Chapter 275: Teacher, where have I grown? I’m still very young!

Danger!

Zhao Rong’s heart sounded a great alarm, but at that moment, he was not willing to simply surrender and fall under Zhu Yourong’s dominance.

He raised his hand to cover his head and leaned back with force in his waist, his eyes warily watching her, his words full of righteousness.

"Zhu Yourong, seeing that you are older and also a woman, I respected the elderly and observed propriety. I even let you win just now, but did you have to get so carried away with your victory, becoming addicted to winning?"

Zhao Rong adjusted his sleeves and squared up his right hand in front of his abdomen, "Moreover, a gentleman should argue with his mouth, not his hands. You..."

His words suddenly stopped as he noticed the Confucian-robed woman’s faintly smiling gaze and the shaky scroll she held in her delicate hands, and he swallowed his words back down.

But Zhao Rong’s expression remained aggrieved.

"Alright, I see now. You abandoned your gentleman’s title just to ambush me like this today, what have I done to deserve this?"

Leaning against the desk, Zhu Yourong tilted her head to look at Zhao Rong, his deflated state making her slightly open Liu Mei eyes almost curl up, her fierce expression mixed with a hint of disappointment almost collapsing.

Zhu Yourong examined Zhao Rong and nodded to herself.

She had thought he was always composed and calm, even when occasionally unorthodox, still carrying himself with serenity.

So he could get flustered too... That was... somewhat adorable.

Zhao Rong had no idea that he would be tagged with these embarrassing and strange labels by the woman in front of him, ’not a gentleman, acts with hands and mouth’.

At this moment, he was indignant, his tone stubbornly accusing Zhu Yourong of her crimes.

"Zhu Yourong, I’ve come to realize that since I entered the Academy till now, all the hardships I’ve faced have benefitted from your contributions. Your little Attendant Student likes to use hands, your precious disciple likes to use hands as well—apparently it’s all the fine tradition passed down from you, flourishing at my expense?"

Zhu Yourong blinked in surprise, hearing this accusation. She bit her lip, took a breath, and pondered for a moment before glancing at Zhao Rong’s expression.

The woman in the Confucian robe tentatively replied, "Thanks for the compliment?"

"..." Zhao Rong lowered his hand and straightened up, "You..."

But in an instant, before he could finish his sentence, the paper scroll rolled into a light baton landed on him.

Whack————!

Zhao Rong quickly covered his forehead again, his eyes somewhat incredulous as he looked at her, "Zhu Yourong!"

Gritting his teeth, word by word.

"Call me Teacher, show some respect." Zhu Yourong kept a straight face, extending a slender index finger, poking Zhao Rong’s forehead, though lightly and avoiding the slightly reddened spot from before.

But Zhao Rong wasn’t aware of these details, his brows furrowed, "Didn’t we agree to treat each other as equals in private?"

Zhu Yourong waved the baton in her hand, "You know about treating each other as equals, eh? Keep this up, and you’ll be overthrowing your Teacher."

Zhao Rong hesitated.

Whack—!

Zhu Yourong tapped his forehead again, then raised her hand, opening it and holding up five fingers.

Then, she tilted her head slightly, thought for a moment, and put down her thumb.

She raised four fingers.

"That last one was for your sarcastic remark towards your Teacher," at this, Zhu Yourong lowered one jade finger, tallying up.

Zhao Rong stared blankly at the remaining three slender jade fingers, "..."

The next second, his body abruptly moved backward, but.

Whack—!

It quickly and precisely hit its mark.

"This one is for, Zhao Ziyu, disrespecting an elder, not regarding your Teacher as a mentor... letting your eyes wander."

She bent down another jade finger, leaving two still standing.

Zhao Rong stiffened his neck, unabashedly defiant, "Zhu Yourong, I suspect you’ve been eyeing me as well. How would you know I was letting my eyes wander if you weren’t wandering your eyes over your student?"

"Hmm, there’s some logic to that." Watching the brave man before her, Zhu Yourong slowly nodded.

Whack—!

"But this is nonsensical talking, just like before, twisted and perverse reasoning, Zhao Ziyu is asking for punishment again. Hmm, this one doesn’t count, it’s free for your backtalk."

In front of Zhao Rong, two jade fingers still stood.

"???"

Zhao Rong tragically discovered that he couldn’t dodge her baton, no matter where he hid inside the room. Zhu Yourong could appear beside him in the next second, poised elegantly with her baton.

Whack—!

Zhu Yourong drawled:

"This one is for you misinterpreting the words of the Supreme Sage. He said, ’It is difficult to nurture a woman,’ but he also added, ’If too close, they become presumptuous, if too distant, they become resentful,’ You knew that, yet you quoted him out of context. The ’women’ he referred to are the wives and concubines beside the ’Lord’... I am your Teacher."

The two slender jade fingers slowly lowered one, but then, the next second, that finger slowly raised back up.

"No, this one doesn’t count, I need to add another."

With a thud, his forehead once again made intimate contact with the rolled paper, and Zhao Rong widened his eyes, glaring at Zhu Yourong.

"Hmm?" Her willow-like eyes slightly narrowed.

Zhao Rong resentfully turned his gaze away.

"Hmm." Zhu Yourong nodded in satisfaction, bending down the last jade finger and leaving the final one, then waving it in front of Zhao Rong, who was deliberately not looking at her.

She looked a bit smug.

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth, "Just kill me if you want, I’m not Zhao Ziyu if I frown, blink an eye, or swallow my saliva!"

Watching the man before her, who refused to bow to ferocious authority, Zhu Yourong couldn’t help but nod.

Whack—!

Thus, her hand was even more decisive, giving the hero a swift resolution.

Finally, the last standing slender index finger also laid down.

Zhu Yourong held the papers in her hand, her arms folded behind her back, her chest puffed out and her head raised, she stood pertly beside the desk, flicking a glance at Zhao Rong, she huffed and explained,

"This time, hmpf, Ziyu, you actually said the teacher is ’big’, where am I big? I’m still very young!"

"Hmm???" Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong was taken aback and turned around, staring intently at the chest of the woman in the Confucian robe who looked like an educator.

The more he looked, the more furrowed his brows became, and he couldn’t help but mutter, "This is small?"

Is that so?

Standing with her back arched and looking elsewhere, Zhu Yourong heard Zhao Rong’s retort, and her brows shot up in indignation.

She turned her head back, glared at Zhao Rong, "My birthday just passed halfway through sixty years, I’m definitely not old, you must not talk nonsense, I am very young!"

"Ah?" Semi-believing, Zhao Rong pondered, "Half of sixty years... that’s not young, this..."

"Hmm?" Zhu Yourong leaned forward from her upper body, squinting her eyes and grinding her silver teeth.

The gnashing sound between those pearly teeth, Zhao Rong could hear clearly from a distance.

Her fierceness and stern expression as if raising two claws would complete the ’fierce and formidable’ look.

Seeing the ’frazzled’ Teacher Zhu in front of him, Zhao Rong had no doubt, if he dared to shake his head, the next second, she would pounce on him and give him a bite on some nice spot.

’Brave man’ Zhao Rong blinked and quickly nodded like a head banger.

"Not big at all, absolutely not big..."

The woman in the Confucian robe, with her chest held out, looked satisfactorily at the subdued Zhao Rong with a pair of bright eyes, nodding contentedly. On the topic of age, she argued rationally and did not back down.

Zhao Rong lowered his gaze, staring at the two unimposing, very small according to Zhu Yourong, mounds on what could make someone envious in the future, swallowed his saliva, and his mind wavered from his past common knowledge.

Teacher Zhu, are you sure there’s no illegal extra construction, half of sixty years, this size, really not big at all?

I read less, please don’t deceive me...

"Even if it’s not big, it looks tiring..." Zhao Rong couldn’t help but murmur quietly.

Zhu Yourong was startled: "???!!!!"

Her eyes widened suddenly and she sharply turned her head to glare.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong’s eyelid twitched, and he suddenly woke up... realizing what he had said.

At this moment, their eyes met.

You look at me, I look at you.

Big eyes staring at little eyes.

Time ticked by.

And the air in front of the desk fell into an utter silence.

Even Zhao Rong, whose face has been trained to be very thick, felt an unprecedented embarrassment.

Ahem, what we, should, probably, might, perhaps...no! absolutely, are talking about the same thing... right?

If they were talking past each other, Zhao Rong had no doubt, today he would not only be unable to take it back but also, forget about Zhengguan Spring Water, let alone letting Zhu Yourong make tea, he’s likely to be in big trouble.

The next moment.

Zhao Rong’s brow suddenly relaxed, his face showing an epiphany, his eyes sincerely locked on Zhu Yourong, and he earnestly said,

"It was my misunderstanding, Yourong, you just passed half of sixty years, already close to the Nascent Soul cultivation, this age compared to that is truly not big, not at all, little sister Yourong, still very young!"

Zhao Rong’s voice was gentle, nodding affirmatively.

Zhu Yourong’s face was expressionless.

Now, she was no longer standing with her hands folded behind, but instead, with her arms folded across her chest, quietly listening, not speaking, carefully scrutinizing Zhao Rong’s expressions.

It seemed she was searching for something.

The latter’s expression was very genuine though.

"Ziyu, do you really think so?"

Zhu Yourong’s voice was calm.

The man who muttered ’just furrow a brow and you’re not Zhao Ziyu’ with a resolute demeanor couldn’t help but frown, "Isn’t this simple common knowledge up on the mountain?"

Zhu Yourong was silent for a while, her gaze finally moving away from him,

She lifted her chin slightly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked out of the sunny window, and suddenly said, "By the way, Ziyu, what did you just call me?"

Zhao Rong decisively spoke out, "Teacher Zhu."

Without a moment’s hesitation.

The previously resolute brave man finally bowed to the formidable presence before him.

At the desk, the woman in the Confucian robe suddenly reached out and touched Zhao Rong’s head, her eyes curving up, her lips slightly uplifted, nodding satisfied, "That’s right, Ziyu."

Meanwhile, her slightly cool palm gently massaged his slightly reddened broad forehead.

Caught off guard by the head pat, Zhao Rong couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his eyes.

He held back a certain impulse, prepared to lean back, trying to escape this shameful position...

Creak——————!

The door was pushed open from outside, accompanied by a surprised voice,

"Teacher, what... what are you doing?"

Zhu Yourong: "..."

Zhao Rong: "..."

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PS: Actually, these Chapters are quite fun for Xiao Rong to write... maybe many brothers find it boring, but Xiao Rong is laughing while writing them, feeling a bit of the joy of storytelling...

Well, with such self-indulgence, it’s no wonder Xiao Rong failed～