My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 397 - 286 No Matter What Seed You Are

Chapter 397: Chapter 286 No Matter What Seed You Are

Inside Shuaixing Hall.

Two Confucian scholars’ gazes collided in mid-air.

One remained calm, eyes lowered, silent.

The other was cold-faced, with icy eyes.

Dozens of people, either standing or sitting, were silent.

In Shuaixing Academy, you could hear a pin drop.

Zhao Rong had actually anticipated that today’s calligraphy makeup class would likely have some issues.

It wasn’t that he possessed foresight, but he had early on noticed certain undercurrents stirring within Shuaixing Hall.

In fact, the occurrence of anything follows its internal laws, revealing hints beforehand, provided one observes carefully.

This was something Zhao Rong had remembered from the casual chatter in a class he hadn’t paid attention to.

The conflict between him and most of the students in Shuaixing Hall had been accumulating for a long time, starting with initial prejudices.

Then, this simple yet complex seed of sentiment slowly took root and grew in the hearts of most students of Shuaixing Hall.

Although the calligraphy class remained seemingly calm on the surface, with only a certain student surnamed ’Wu’ very spirited, occasionally hopping around, challenging his authority as ’Teacher Zhao’...

But Zhao Rong knew that behind the spirited young Wu Peiliang, there was a category of students.

A category of students dissatisfied with him.

Moreover, the conflict was growing.

This, Zhao Rong deduced from the general attitude reflected in the homework submitted by two academy students.

The lurking conflicts seemed to be waiting for the day when they would escalate into a conflict of unknown proportion.

Yet, its form of manifestation remained unknown.

Interesting, Zhao Rong nodded lightly.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed many of the surrounding students of Shuaixing Hall appeared somewhat schadenfreude.

And Wu Peiliang, who had never disappointed Zhao Rong, did not disappoint this time either, showing a restless posture.

Zhao Rong’s lips slightly curled.

Immediately, he no longer focused on these, but earnestly scrutinized Sima Duyi, who had suddenly entered.

In Linlu Academy, his status was extraordinary, even considered a potential Reading Seed for Mountain Master.

Meeting his gaze, Sima Duyi slightly lifted his eyelids.

However, Zhao Rong had not expected that the problem in this makeup lesson would be caused by the sudden arrival of Sima Duyi, and because of Li Xueyou.

But recalling the way Sima Duyi inquired just now, and the coordinated, tacit glances from the surrounding students, Zhao Rong wasn’t much surprised anymore.

It made sense.

A predicted event indeed occurred.

He just hadn’t guessed the process...

At this moment.

Zhao Rong and Sima Duyi stood ten meters apart.

Both confronted each other silently.

The air grew increasingly tense.

Zhao Rong actually wanted to explain that he hadn’t done anything rude to Miss Li.

Because Zhao Rong was not one to simply take blame and suffer in silence.

However, the young scholar thought for a moment.

He felt that Sima Duyi’s remark just now seemed right.

Indeed, it was he who made Miss Li’s face look tired, her wrist sore and rubbed red, her fingers trembling.

He did it, making Miss Li busy all night long, her hands never stopping.

Zhao Rong looked at Sima Duyi frankly.

It was almost as if he had ’okay, you’re right’ written on his face.

Sima Duyi’s cold gaze lingered on Zhao Rong for a while before he unexpectedly spoke.

"Are you Zhao Ziyu?"

Do you know me?

Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow but, after a flurry of thoughts, indeed could not recall any intersection between them.

Then it wasn’t a matter of ’long admiration’, rather, he should be introduced as ’Miss Li’s calligraphy class assistant and classmate’.

Zhao Rong glanced at Li Xueyou standing anxiously next to Sima Duyi.

He nodded, softly saying, "Brother Sima, good morning."

Sima Duyi slowly nodded without responding.

Worth noting was that neither had exchanged customary bows during their brief conversation.

There’s a drama, Wu Peiliang chuckled secretly.

However, just as many were anticipating an interesting showdown, someone retreating in defeat, Li Xueyou suddenly stood up and walked between Zhao Rong and Sima Duyi.Her frail body blocked their direct gazes, her unyielding eyes fixed.

Li Xueyou moved her sore hand behind her back and crisply said to Sima Duyi:

"Brother Duyi, Brother Zhao is the new calligraphy class assistant Teacher Zhu arranged for us, you misunderstood, he didn’t bully me, it was just that he assigned some homework yesterday, and Xueyou is slow, I found it a bit difficult..."

She turned her head to look at Zhao Rong and spoke again, softly and gently.

"Although today is supposed to be a rest day, we’re not doing well in calligraphy class, so Brother Zhao specially took some time to give us a makeup class. So Brother Duyi, it’s not what you think."

Sima Duyi’s cold eyes reflected the delicate woman before him, his stern face unconsciously softened.

"Really?"

"Yes," Li Xueyou looked up at his eyes and responded.

Sima Duyi nodded slightly

Around them, observing students like Wu Peiliang displayed a hint of disappointment.

Li Xueyou sighed in relief.

Sima Duyi no longer looked at Zhao Rong, acting as if nothing had happened.

He lowered his head to look at Li Xueyou, his lips forming a smile, ready to speak further, but suddenly, someone else spoke up.

"Brother Sima Duyi, I just announced the start of the official class, and we are currently in the class session. Your sudden intrusion was one thing, which I didn’t mind, but now, unless there is something extremely urgent, please leave Shuaixing Hall. Any casual conversation you have with Miss Li can wait until after class."

The words were clear and articulate, echoing inside the hall.