My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 449 - 310: The Ink-Eating Girl, New School Regulations (Seeking Full Subscriptions! Brothers!)

Chapter 449: Chapter 310: The Ink-Eating Girl, New School Regulations (Seeking Full Subscriptions! Brothers!)

Meng Zhengjun interrupted:

"The school rules have changed. The new rules will take effect starting today. Mochi Academy students, except on rest days or during major sacrificial ceremonies when they wear ritual attire, must don the student’s green collar whenever they are within the Academy. Violators will be cited once..."

She slightly lifted her chin, speaking slowly.

"For a single citation, copy the ’Linlu Academy’s Announcement’ a hundred times; for a second, take on miscellaneous tasks on the Academy’s back hill for three days; for the third, reflect in the Punishment Hall for a month. Three strikes, and beyond three... be expelled from the Academy!"

The students who had stopped outside the Shuaixing Hall looked at each other, bewildered.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, "So Teacher Meng, does this count as my first violation?"

Meng Zhengjun didn’t answer but simply turned to leave, dropping a sentence.

"Submit the copied punishment to the Ritual Hall after three days."

Zhao Rong suddenly said, "Teacher Meng, please wait."

Meng Zhengjun’s steps faltered slightly, and she turned her face, "What is it you want?"

Zhao Rong bowed his head, adjusting the sleeve on his right hand.

He lowered his gaze, speaking softly, "I am willing to accept punishment for violating the school rules, but since the Teacher has changed the new school rules, there should at least be a copy to keep."

Zhao Rong looked up with a smile.

"I’m rather slow-witted and would like to take it back to study. So, Teacher Meng should be able to fulfill such a humble request of mine, right? Hm, surely you aren’t using that old and worn-out trick of ’laws unknown, power unchallenged’ from the small nations below the mountains, are you?"

Meng Zhengjun paused for a moment before turning to look at him.

She nodded, "Of course, you may."

Then she casually tossed a brand new booklet to him before turning and walking away.

Zhao Rong caught it and put it away.

Looking at Meng Zhengjun’s receding figure, he remained silent.

Clearly, this stern and old-fashioned woman was subtly targeting him.

And she was serious about it, the kind that wanted to knock him out of the game.

Meng Zhengjun must think he’s a stain on Mochi Academy and Linlu Academy.

Like a smudge on a white wall, that if it cannot be ’renewed’ to repaint its purity, should simply be deducted and erased.

Leaving aside whether he could graduate from Mochi Academy, he now needed to be vigilant at all times to prevent her from finding an excuse to revoke his school registration.

Zhao Rong couldn’t help frowning.

What a troublesome woman.

I’m not afraid of a thief’s theft, but a thief’s obsession.

Now, this humble student is being watched directly by the disciplinarian in charge of the Six Halls of the Academy.

Zhao Rong touched the new school rules hidden in his sleeve and chuckled with a shake of his head.

Ha, what merit or ability do I have to warrant your personalized revision of school rules?

Is it really necessary?

Oh, I see, you’re in a hurry. Well, no problem then.

He stuffed his hands in his sleeves and turned to enter Shuaixing Hall with his friends.

As he passed by someone’s seat, Zhao Rong couldn’t help but glance at Wu Peiliang.

Compared to Meng Zhengjun, Wu Peiliang suddenly seemed kind and pleasant; from this angle, his features were actually quite handsome.

The people inside the Academy were roughly aware of what had just happened outside the door.

Wu Peiliang was secretly chuckling at Zhao Rong being cited once, his eyebrows dancing with delight.

At that moment, seeing Zhao Rong, who should have had a gloomy face after being punished, smiling and giving him a ’curious’ look, Wu Peiliang shivered and then glared back fiercely.

...

In the following days, Zhao Rong diligently copied the ’Linlu Academy’s Announcement’ a hundred times.

And without a single mistake, not giving a certain person an opportunity to find fault.

Then, he meticulously studied the new booklet of rules from start to finish, memorizing it completely.

Zhao Rong found that this new set of rules, compared to the old ones, indeed contained quite a few traps.

It looked like they were custom-made for him.

For example, one section specified that students may not bring relatives or friends into Mochi Academy, especially women.

This rule also applied on rest days.

Therefore, actions like Zhao Rong bringing Qing Jun and Qian’er into the Academy on a rest day, as he had done previously, would now and in the future surely earn a strike.

In the subsequent days, during the long-awaited Ritual Skill class, Teacher Meng Zhengjun singled him out frequently for questioning.

The only one who could rival him in attention was Yu Huaijin.

Those unaware might think Zhao Rong, just like Yu Huaijin, was one of Teacher Meng’s favorites.

Fortunately, although Zhao Rong had no interest in the monotonous zither skill and was quite lacking in it,

his performance in the equally monotonous Ritual Skill was entirely different.

Thanks to his photographic memory, he could memorize those voluminous classics after flipping through them a few times, and applying them in practice wasn’t difficult. Plus, having a walking textbook like Yu Huaijin around every day, he could learn a lot of rules of Ritual Skill just by observing her.

So he didn’t give Teacher Meng Zhengjun the chance to pick on him during class.

But, despite all of Zhao Rong’s precautions, he still ran into trouble.

And it happened during his Calligraphy class at Shuaixing Hall.

It was Li Xueyou’s birthday, and with the mid-month exams approaching, Zhao Rong thought it best to let the students of Shuaixing Hall relax a little.

After all, he had indeed been pressing them quite hard these days.

However, Zhao Rong hadn’t forgotten the lesson of his recent troubles, and he knew that a stern, old-fashioned woman was keeping an eye on him.

So Zhao Rong let the students study on their own and instructed them to whisper birthday wishes to Li Xueyou quietly.

He too stuffed his hands in his sleeves and went to stand by the door to keep watch for them.

But no sooner had he arrived at the doorstep than before he could even have a good look outside,

Shuaixing Hall, which had just started to buzz with quiet sounds, suddenly fell silent.

Zhao Rong turned around, and there she was, that woman with the pronounced frown lines, standing silently in front of Yu Huaijin’s desk, expressionless as she looked towards him at the door.