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Chapter 396 - 285: Those Few Days Every Month_3
Chapter 396: Chapter 285: Those Few Days Every Month_3
Among the students, only a few had expressions mixed with weariness.
Among these tired-looking students was Li Xueyou, who lifted her sore wrist, rubbed it, and handed in the "little bit of homework" to Senior Yu.
Writing the character "永" a thousand times.
Completing it overnight was a bit rushed.
Especially for those who took their writing seriously.
If someone was just scribbling carelessly, then it was much easier.
Of course, there were a few students with cultivation who managed to write a thousand characters earnestly and still looked normal, but they were the minority.
Zhao Rong’s expression was calm, but he was quietly observing the expressions of the people below the stage.
Without even seeing the submitted homework, he already knew quite a bit.
However, after surveying the crowd, Zhao Rong felt somewhat pessimistic.
Beyond predicting the quality of the homework’s completion.
He also noticed that most of the Shuaixing Hall students looked displeased,
One could easily guess it was because of today’s extra classes.
Zhao Rong sensed some "dangerous" glances.
He felt somewhat embarrassed.
After all, even if a dragon-slaying youth turned into an evil dragon, there should be a period of adjustment, right?
It was the first time he had given the students extra lessons on a rest day, and he felt a bit of guilt.
He wondered if he should explain himself, say something along the lines of "I’m doing this for your own good."
Or perhaps offer some encouragement to lighten the atmosphere in the academy.
By the way, Senior Yu, since you’re leading Shuaixing Hall to face the mid-month examination, don’t you have a slogan or should I create one for you?
Zhao Rong couldn’t help but glance at Yu Huaijin.
Same as always, with a stern face, who had been silent since she entered the room.
He wondered if it was because today was a special day—the rest day that comes every month.
Or because he intended to give her a supplementary lesson, yet it turned out to be the other way around...
But when Zhao Rong thought about the recent discovery of an ’attitude problem’ while grading Shuaixing Hall’s homework,
he pursed his lips and suddenly spoke:
"Starting today, until the mid-month exam, we’ll change the way we conduct calligraphy classes. We won’t go on outings anymore, let’s just stay in the academy and practice writing, focusing on practical skills. I’ll accompany you and watch over..."
The students of Shuaixing Hall looked at each other.
Exchanging glances.
Wu Peiliang pursed his lips and shook his head, thinking it would have been better if you had taught this way earlier, wasting so much time.
Now that the big exam is approaching... it feels the same whether you are here or not.
However, although many students felt this way, suspecting that Zhao Rong was hiding and clutching the secrets of good brushwork before, simply taking them on random outings,
the thought that they wouldn’t be able to go out and enjoy themselves during future calligraphy classes,
still left many students with a sense of loss on their faces.
Zhao Rong scanned the crowd and took in everyone’s expressions.
He shook his head slightly but said nothing, then turned with a smile:
"Xuanji, is everyone here?"
Yu Huaijin nodded and placed the collected homework on the long table at the podium.
With a dull thud, a thick stack of paper manuscripts.
Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and got busy again...
He silently exhaled, his smile gentle as he addressed the students:
"Then, let’s begin the lesson."
As his words fell, Zhao Rong was about to make a move.
Suddenly, the previously bright Shuaixing Hall dimmed.
Something at the door blocked the light.
Inside the hall, Zhao Rong was stunned.
Out of the corner of his eye, there seemed to be a tall figure.
He and the students below turned their heads to look.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.
It was Sima Duyi, the Reading Seed of Linlu Academy whom he had seen yesterday in front of the library.
At the doorway, Sima Duyi, looking as if he had not woken up yet, scanned the hall.
"Master Sima!"
A Shuaixing Hall student exclaimed in surprise.
Sima Duyi nodded slightly and then, ignoring everyone else, walked straight to the slightly startled Li Xueyou’s seat.
"Duyi Brother, what brings you here?"
The girl with dimples looked up at him, surprised.
"I was planning to visit my uncle today and wanted to take you along. I just went to your dormitory, and seeing no one there, I came here."
Sima Duyi paused and looked around.
"Isn’t today a rest day? Why is Shuaixing Hall still having a class?"
Li Xueyou blinked, unsure how to explain for a moment.
Sima Duyi took a closer look and noticed the weariness in her dimpled face, her wrist reddened from rubbing, and her slightly trembling fingers.
The young man with cold eyes, whose eyelids were drooping, lifted them as if awakening, and said lightly:
"Xueyou, what happened? Who... did this?"
The students of Shuaixing Hall turned their heads toward the podium.
And there, on the podium, Zhao Rong was watching this unexpected visitor’s back.
At that moment.
Sima Duyi suddenly turned around.
Their gazes collided...
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