My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 393 - 284: If You Don’t Become an Evil Dragon, Can You Still Be Called a Dragon-Slaying Youth? (Extra for my good brother ’Nanzhou’!)

Chapter 393: Chapter 284: If You Don’t Become an Evil Dragon, Can You Still Be Called a Dragon-Slaying Youth? (Extra for my good brother ’Nanzhou’!)

The afternoon passed quickly.

Zhao Rong, accompanied by a host of Shuaixing Hall students, left the library and returned to Mochi Academy.

As the deep and distant sound of the ancient bell echoed through the mountain forests,

it also signified the end of this afternoon’s calligraphy class.

On the road, the students of Shuaixing Hall were quite lively, with voices of conversation, playfulness, and teasing intermingling.

Zhao Rong, walking ahead, looked back.

Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, laughing and talking.

Although this calligraphy class seemed like they hadn’t learned much, having focused instead on the excitement, wasn’t that also a reason to be in high spirits?

Shuaixing Hall, though being among the top-ranked academies in Mochi, was mostly filled with, in a certain sense, good students.

But being able to stroll and relax in an Art Studies class was quite nice; was this what joyful education meant?

Some students glanced at a certain someone’s back and felt a bit more fond of the sight.

Even if that person’s original intention was not necessarily to take them out for fun...

Additionally, another reason for the lively atmosphere at this time was an approaching event.

It was the rest day.

Which would be tomorrow.

So, anyone with even a bit of experience in academic life knew that the afternoon before a holiday was, in a sense, even more comfortable than the holiday itself.

Especially when school let out, like now.

Because you could freely dream and plan.

And if the last class happened to be something akin to the ’Physical Education’ class from Zhao Rong’s previous life, which wasn’t very useful...

Well, that’s double the happiness. Those who know, know.

Those who’ve experienced it, all say it’s good.

At this moment, Zhao Rong, walking at the front of the group with his hands clasped behind his back, thought about this and felt he deeply understood the sentiments of his fellow classmates behind him.

After all, he was an old student.

Zhao Rong’s lips curled into a smile.

He couldn’t help but turn back again to look at the joyous smiles of his classmates, feeling a sense of poignancy.

I’m here to protect that smile.

Zhao Rong said with a smile,

"Everybody quiet down. Tomorrow is the rest day, and I see that the other teachers haven’t assigned any homework. Your holiday might be a bit too monotonous. Well, I’ll just casually assign something based on the situation. Since everyone is idle anyway, you might as well just write a bit."

The Shuaixing Hall students had just been looking around, chatting and laughing in groups of twos and threes,

making plans for secret meetings during the holiday, arranging to go mountain climbing in the autumn, agreeing to steal half a day of leisure, or forming teams to try out the new ’cuju’ game that had just started spreading from the foot of the mountain.

But accompanying the jovial words that were just uttered,

the noisy crowd was still boisterous for three breaths, then gradually grew quiet.

The students all cast sidelong glances, looking slightly stunned at the smiling face of the person who wanted to add luster to their dull holiday.

The recent remarks made them feel extremely uncomfortable.

Quite a few students’ smiles froze.

Among them, Wu Peiliang couldn’t help but be the first to speak up: "Zhao... Teacher Zhao, when you say ’look at the situation,’ which ’situation’ are you referring to?"

Zhao Rong cast an approving glance at Wu Peiliang, who was always the most proactive ’Pei Mother,’ and nodded:

"Good question. It’s not much, just go back and write one character, and hand it in next class."

The students of Shuaixing Hall exchanged bewildered looks.

Wu Peiliang grew even more uneasy. He had to go back home on the rest day. Where would he find the time to waste on homework assigned by this stingy teacher?

Moreover... Wu Peiliang didn’t believe a single punctuation mark of what that person said now.

He watched Zhao Rong’s expression, his tone wary,

"Really just one character? Teacher Zhao, first clarify if this ’one character’ refers to the quantity, or the category? If it’s a category, what character is it, and how many times do I have to write it?"

Wu Peiliang astutely caught the loophole in that person’s words and thoroughly analyzed and questioned it.

As everyone knows, the words of teachers sometimes have to be taken with a grain of salt and prepared to be reinterpreted all over again.

"Hmm?"

Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow and couldn’t help taking another look at this student in front of him, who seemed somewhat effeminate but whose mind seemed to be quite sharp.

He sent Wu Peiliang a look that said, ’I see you are teachable,’ and nodded again.

"I was just about to say, it’s a very simple character... ’yong’ as in forever lasting, ’yong.’ Only five strokes. And as for the number of times, no need for too much, just set a small goal, write it a thousand times, and hand it in next class."

Upon hearing ’small goal,’ many of the Shuaixing Hall students’ eyelids twitched.

A thousand? To lay the paper and grind the ink, to write on calligraphy paper, you know it’s no small feat.

Some students sighed in dismay.

However, quite a few breathed a sigh of relief.

The next class at Shuaixing Hall for Calligraphy seems to be in a few days; there seems to be no rush, it can be completed slowly.

At least for tomorrow’s rest day, it can be spent as usual, can’t it?

Wu Peiliang nodded to himself, he turned back and exchanged glances with his classmates, then turning his head back with a somewhat tentative tone:

"Teacher Zhao, are you sure this is all, there’s no more?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "Any more, and I’m afraid you guys would be too busy to handle it, that’s all there is."

Saying this, his expression seemed somewhat apologetic for encroaching on everyone’s free time.

Wu Peiliang observed Zhao Rong’s expression for a few moments and nodded slowly without saying anything further.

Out of the blue, Zhao Rong turned to Yu Huaijin and said:

"Xuanji, distribute the ’Eternal’ character that I wrote."

The latter, who had originally looked like she had something to say but hesitated, upon hearing this, first took out a thick stack of calligraphy papers that Zhao Rong had passed to her before class, and began distributing them.

One by one, the students at Shuaixing Hall began to look at the paper, on which was a neatly written character for ’Eternal’.

At the same time, the paper also came with the individual strokes of the character dismantled, and below that were a few lines of clear and powerful small script as key annotations.

It was meticulous in every detail.

This piece of calligraphy paper with no less than a hundred characters, all in a familiar handwriting, was a delight to the beholders.

Speaking of calligraphy alone, ignoring everything else, the students at Shuaixing Hall really admired ’Teacher Zhao.’ Ever since he pressed the whole class with the character ’Correct’ from the start, it had been so, and even Wu Peiliang, who was given to picking nits, could not dispute this point.

Li Xueyou opened the calligraphy paper in both hands, bent her head down, and looked closely at these extremely aesthetic characters, often daydreaming, her little face bearing a thoughtful expression.

By her side, Xiao Hongyu was also looking at the characters on the paper while sizing up Zhao Rong, who was smiling quietly without a word.

Feeling that being able to write a good hand indeed sometimes was no inferior to possessing a good appearance, it made one take a liking at first glance.

And moreover, Teacher Zhu was very fond of him...

Xiao Hongyu glanced again at Zhao Rong.

As she was lost in thought.

Zhao Rong, seeing that everyone had received these calligraphy papers he had transcribed all night, said softly:

"One for each person, take it with you tonight for copying and seriously consider how to write the ’Eternal’ character well... hand it in to me next class. The mystery of this character, I’ll discuss with you in the next lecture."

"Yes, Teacher."

The students of Shuaixing Hall responded in chorus.

Afterward, the crowd became lively again.

Just then, Yu Huaijin approached Zhao Rong.

Standing upright, with a stern face, she said:

"Brother Zhao, don’t forget tomorrow’s make-up class, the mid-monthly exam is coming up soon, we absolutely must not be careless. Tomorrow morning, you and Fan will wait for me at East Fence Small House, I might have some matters to attend to first..."

Now that class was over, she switched her address and no longer called him ’Teacher.’

The discussion among the students of Shuaixing Hall quieted down a bit, as they eavesdropped intently.

Many of them silently laughed to themselves.

Assigning us homework, yet Teacher Zhao needs a make-up class too... such is the cycle of the Heavenly Dao.

Wu Peiliang chuckled softly.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at Yu Huaijin, listened to her for a while, then suddenly, as if remembering something, he interrupted:

"Oh, right, there’s one more thing... what a coincidence, I need to give you a make-up class too."

Yu Huaijin: "......"

Wu Peiliang and the students of Shuaixing Hall: "???"

A make-up class... tomorrow?

Wait a moment, the students of Shuaixing Hall realized, doesn’t that mean the next class is tomorrow! And the homework is due tomorrow?

Zhao Rong sighed and continued speaking to himself.

"Just as Xuanji mentioned, the mid-monthly exam is coming soon, but our progress in Shuaixing Hall is a bit slow. I’ll add a class tomorrow morning, so please put other matters aside for later... hmm, Senior Yu, don’t forget, and the rest of you, make sure not to be late."

He looked at the somewhat...flustered prim woman, then surveyed his speechless classmates encircling him, dead serious.

The crowd that was lively just a moment ago fell silent; the air became progressively stagnant.

Everyone was expressionless.

Teacher Zhao, this isn’t very humane of you.