My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 445 - 308: Seven Feet Man... Is There Anything Wrong With Liking To Live Off Women? (Subscribe Please!)_2

Chapter 445: Chapter 308: Seven Feet Man... Is There Anything Wrong With Liking To Live Off Women? (Subscribe Please!)_2

It was said that for Huaijin, she even personally visited Yilan Pavilion several times to see Yourong, roughly intending to have this trusted disciple given to her as a successor.

However, it seemed that each time, nothing came of it, and gradually, some special matters added to the problem.

The conflict between Teacher Meng and Teacher Zhu appeared to be quite significant.

However, these were topics that students of Mochi Academy only dared to discuss in private, normally not daring to interject.

They just kept it in their hearts and watched with their eyes.

For instance, not only did Teacher Meng just now speak out against Teacher Zhu, but he also occasionally criticized this newly arrived Calligraphy Teacher.

Even though Teacher Zhu was gentle and refined in front of the students,

Occasionally, he would also gently persuade the students in front of them.

Telling them to be sensible and obedient, not to cause trouble, allowing Teacher Meng to worry less, otherwise, he would age even quicker, becoming Old Teacher Meng.

Such incendiary words—where would the students dare to spread them? They treated them as if they hadn’t heard them at all.

At this moment, within the quiet academy,

Among the seats, Wu Peiliang silently observed Zhao Rong, Huaijin, and Meng Zhengjun for a while.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his eyes gradually brightened.

Wu Peiliang’s gaze moved back and forth between Meng Zhengjun and Zhao Rong, his eyes growing brighter and joy forming on his brows.

Later on, as he looked at Zhao Rong, his eyes held a mixture of schadenfreude and some sympathy.

It seemed like a born calamity, inevitable, heh, let’s see what you’ll do...

Zhao Rong faced the scrutinizing looks of two rigidly proper women with a calm gaze.

What Meng Zhengjun intended, he was well aware.

Moreover, Zhao Rong was not oblivious to the outside world, regarding the conflict between Yourong and Meng Zhengjun, he had also roughly heard about it.

However, if just because Zhao Rong was appointed assistant teacher by Yourong they specifically targeted him, that would be too petty.

Zhao Rong didn’t believe this was the magnanimity of an academy teacher.

He also didn’t believe that he really had a nature that attracted hatred, inherently mocking?

Just keep a low profile, don’t provocate her when there’s nothing else to do.

Thus, for now, he just needed to get past the ’Huaijin’s complain counterattack’ phase.

Zhao Rong nodded secretly to himself.

He looked at the seemingly calm Huaijin in front of him, who he guessed harbored a belly full of grievances from being bullied.

Speak of the devil, should he also make a countercomplaint that she engaged in unauthorized tutoring?

Cough cough, unauthorized tutoring comes first!

Yes, there should be a rule about that in Mochi Academy’s regulations... right?

But before Zhao Rong could think further, the next second, Huaijin’s reaction caught him off guard.

"Reporting to Teacher Meng, Xuanji has nothing to say, ready to accept punishment,"

Huaijin lowered her gaze, turned around, and paid her respects to Meng Zhengjun.

"Really?" Meng Zhengjun asked seriously.

"Really," Huaijin nodded, her eyes darting down, looking at the sheets of paper full of ’justice’ words written across, lying on the desk.

Her eyebrows slightly furrowed, apparently thinking about how to write the character properly.

Meng Zhengjun slowly nodded, then cast a meaningful glance at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong blatantly ignored this, instead quite surprised looking at Huaijin.

It felt like this fellow wasn’t as dull as imagined, at least not prone to tattling.

If it were ’Pei Niaona’, having an academy teacher to advocate for him, he’d probably spill every petty grievance with great bitterness.

Zhao Rong smiled, then cast it out of his mind, preparing to politely request the academy teacher to leave under the pretense of ’starting the lesson’.

"Teacher Meng Zhengjun, do you have anything else? It’s time for class..."

Meng Zhengjun calmly said, "Wait a moment."

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes, "Please speak, Teacher."

Meng Zhengjun pulled out a thick roster from his sleeve, while flipping through it with downcast eyes, he said calmly:

"You mentioned the newly admitted student? Why was he late to commence his school year and, I’ve been keeping track of Shuaixing Hall, I don’t recall seeing this student listed."

Without a second thought, Zhao Rong casually said, "Oh, I was admitted as a student with special talents, luckily recommended by Teacher Yan, and joined midway."

This wasn’t a secret, and he had nothing to hide.

But the next second, the slight pause in Meng Zhengjun’s actions left Zhao Rong somewhat helpless.

Speak of the devil, you wouldn’t happen to have a grudge against Teacher Yan as well, would you?

After pausing for a moment, Meng Zhengjun continued to flip through the blank-covered roster, apparently searching for something,

At the same time, he hummed lightly:

"Oh, another special student. I step out for a moment, and the academy’s rules are all in disarray. Instead of heading to Justice Hall and Guangye Hall, they again cram into Shuaixing Hall."

"Originally, having Fan Yushu was enough, and now another one is added. That Mr. Yan really treats you two no worse than others..."

Fan Yushu: "......"

At the very back, ever since ’the big Yu Huaijin’ arrived, he felt offended, shrinking his head.

However, most students inside Shuaixing Hall slightly raised their chins, quite in agreement.

The academy encourages education without discrimination, but sometimes it’s also about teaching according to one’s aptitude, isn’t it?

Therefore, their admission into Shuaixing Hall was reserved only for the outstanding ones.

Now it seemed some strange elements had mixed into their ranks, compromising the purity of their group...

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong felt that today, this Meng Xuezhen truly brought him ’great benefits’.

Yes, in just a short time span, Zhao Rong’s mind had fully illuminated the disdain chains of Mochi Academy — in studies, art, and among the students.

After all, the Confucian order was inherently strict.

In a way, the ritual teachings that standardized Confucian Scholars also served to stabilize order.

Zhao Rong was not too surprised.

At this moment, facing Meng Zhengjun’s discourteous words, he nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Mr. Yan really treats us exceedingly well."

Zhao Rong paused, glanced at the thick register Meng Zhengjun was browsing, and thought to himself, "Mr. Meng, perhaps you are misunderstanding Mr. Yan."

Meng Zhengjun’s facial wrinkles didn’t move at all, still expressionless, "No, just nodding acquaintances."

Zhao Rong nodded his head, wanting to say more, but Meng Zhengjun suddenly stopped moving.

He was captivated by her unusual action.

He saw Meng Zhengjun extend a finger, slowly sliding it down a page in the book. At one moment, she suddenly raised her voice, "Zhao Rong!"

Zhao Rong frowned.

The woman’s cold voice echoed around the academy.

The curious gazes of the crowd and the focused Yu Huaijin, who had been diligently copying, couldn’t help but look up.

Meng Zhengjun kept her eyes fixed on the register in her hand, which knew every Mochi Academy student’s origin and history, and continued in a cold tone.

"...Zhao Ziyu, a native of Qianjing, Great Chu, belongs to the Qianjing Duke Mansion of the South...married into...the family! Married into the family of the Duke’s second young mistress Zhao...Lingfei, who is now the prodigy of Taiching’s Tranquility Mansion..."

Meng Zhengjun’s brow furrowed more and more, even deeper than the wrinkles on her face.

Especially after biting hard on the words ’married into’, her voice got quieter, but the grand hall became increasingly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

The air grew deathly still, no one spoke, and all the students in the hall were as still as statues, staring at the man and woman in front of them.

Meng Zhengjun pursed her lips tightly, staring at the few characters that were extremely glaring on the page.

Zhao Rong also frowned in silence.

At that moment, a scathing reprimand that almost blew the roof off Shuaixing Hall burst forth.

"Married into! You, a man standing seven feet tall, a Mochi Academy student, a disciple of the Saint, actually married into another family!"

Meng Zhengjun looked up, her eyes fixed directly on Zhao Rong, word by word, "Hmm, Zhao Lingfei, Tranquility, the prodigy. Zhao Ziyu, do you enjoy living off a woman?"

Zhao Rong’s eyebrows suddenly relaxed, looking at her without speaking.

In fact, he didn’t know whether to tell the truth or a lie.

Meng Zhengjun’s expression steadied, fixating on Zhao Rong.

The air quieted for a while.

Zhao Rong softly said, "Mr. Meng, there seems to be no such rule in the regulations of the academy and school."

Meng Zhengjun furrowed her brows, not answering his question, but her tone was somewhat calmer.

"Zhao Lingfei, I remember her. She should now be pushing for Golden Core, isn’t she still at Tranquility Mansion? I’ll take you there, to break off this marriage you entered into! This time, you don’t need to meekly obey, don’t be afraid, the academy will support you!"

Zhao Rong slightly raised an eyebrow.

He turned his head and looked around, realizing everyone was intently watching him.

Meng Zhengjun also stared at him unblinkingly.

Zhao Rong thought carefully and very sincerely said:

"No, I won’t break it off."

As tensions were high and Meng Zhengjun was about to explode, he boldly explained:

"A man standing seven feet tall...is it wrong to enjoy being supported by a wife?"

Students of Shuaixing Hall: "......"

Meng Zhengjun: "???"