My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 462 - 317 Being Slapped in the Face Passively is Boring, I Prefer to Take the Initiative (Part 2)

Chapter 462: Chapter 317 Being Slapped in the Face Passively is Boring, I Prefer to Take the Initiative (Part 2)

"Wu brother’s ’Attendant Student’ seems to be numerous; copying two hundred times still gets done rather quickly."

Zhao Rong lifted his eyelids slightly, nodded, and gave Wu Peiliang’s followers from Shuaixing Hall a sweeping glance.

Wu Peiliang’s stiff smile twitched slightly as he shook his head with a feignedly resigned expression.

He tried to soften his voice, speaking in an even tone:

"Oh, I was just about to talk to Brother Zhao about this."

Wu Peiliang’s words paused briefly as he turned to look back at his classmates who had come to help, his smile now wider.

He quickly suppressed the smugness rising within him and glanced sideways at Zhao Rong.

"I’m of modest talent shall be grateful for the generous affection of my good friends and classmates. They could not bear to see me distracted by the task of copying books on the brink of the important examinations, lest it affect my scores. Therefore, after classes, many kind brothers came to my place, one after another, begging for some copying work to help lighten my load."

Wu Peiliang turned and gestured respectfully towards the large group of Shuaixing Hall students who had followed him, his face filled with gratitude.

The students returned the gesture one by one.

Zhao Rong watched with a cold eye.

Wu Peiliang sighed with emotion.

"Alas, it is thanks to the robust esprit de corps and the unity and support among my peers in Shuaixing Hall that I haven’t had to overly distract myself with such trivial matters in these days, allowing myself time to prepare for the examinations. Next, I can contribute to our Shuaixing Hall’s ranking in the exams."

Wu Peiliang then narrowed his eyes at the discarded manuscript papers.

"I had originally thought, although Teacher Zhao is just here to while away his days, he should at least be clear about his own status, knowing what the school’s urgent matters are and what the minor details are, being able to prioritize the bigger picture, and understand my classmates’ and my necessary temporary measures. But, unexpectedly—"

He stepped forward, his voice suddenly cold:

"Hmph, Teacher Zhao’s utter lack of courtesy—is it because you hold yourself in too high regard? Taking us and our classmates so lightly!"

No sooner had he spoken than the expressions of many Shuaixing Hall students who had come with Wu Peiliang showed displeasure.

Just as Wu Peiliang had said, whether it was Zhao Rong’s Calligraphy class or the daily conflicts between Zhao Rong and Wu Peiliang.

Mostly they would faithfully follow and observe.

For all these matters were based on benefiting the examination results of Shuaixing Hall, or at least not hindering them.

This was the collective sense of honor in striving to be first that Yu Huaijin had always fostered.

However, at this moment, the conflict between Zhao Rong and Wu Peiliang.

As the critical examinations approached, the students saw that one person’s stubbornness could potentially affect Shuaixing Hall’s performance in the exams.

Because in the past two examinations, Wu Peiliang had always ranked among the top within Shuaixing Hall.

At this time.

The students of Shuaixing Hall looked menacingly at Zhao Rong, who had casually thrown their handwritten drafts.

Waiting for him to give a reasonable explanation.

Only.

What Wu Peiliang and the others least expected was.

Zhao Rong, who had remained silent, looked at them with a strange expression in his eyes.

Then, without any hesitation, he actually nodded in agreement with what Wu Peiliang had just said.

"Mm. You guys..." Zhao Rong looked at the people in front of him and said unceremoniously, "really aren’t up to much."

Wu Peiliang: "???"

Shuaixing Hall students: "......"

Wu Peiliang wondered if he had heard incorrectly. Why was this guy so arrogant? What gave him the right to be so arrogant? How dare he be so arrogant?!

He said sharply, "You..."

"Shut up."

Zhao Rong interrupted sternly, his eyebrows knitted together.

Wu Peiliang fell silent,

Zhao Rong rolled up his right sleeve and placed his fisted right hand horizontally in front of his stomach.

All of a sudden, he questioned, "Who do you think you are?"

Wu Peiliang’s eyes widened and his face turned red.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, then shook his head to clarify, "Heh, I mean, where do you rank in the Grand Examination within Shuaixing Hall?"

Wu Peiliang finally let out a deep breath.

But regarding this question, he sneered and remained silent.

Scornful to answer.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong asked seriously, "First place?"

Wu Peiliang snorted softly, not responding to this knowingly asked question.

Did this guy really not know, or was he feigning ignorance?

With Yu Huaijin present, aside from Calligraphy where she almost always scored full marks, who would dare claim first place in Shuaixing Hall?

Zhao Rong asked, still sounding hopeful, "Second place?"

Wu Peiliang frowned slightly, still not speaking.

Zhao Rong’s way of questioning was slightly unsettling to him.

However, it was close to Wu Peiliang’s real ranking.

The best he had ever done in the two examinations was third, and due to some minor mistakes last time, he had placed fourth.

At this moment, Wu Peiliang snorted again.

He then slightly lifted his chin, somewhat proudly glancing at Zhao Rong, waiting for him to guess the nearly correct answer through the process of elimination.

"Not even second place," Zhao Rong shook his head, his tone disappointed. "Wu brother... is that all?"

Wu Peiliang’s face darkened.

What does he mean by ’not even second place’!

Could you mind your language when speaking; isn’t it the same as cursing at someone?

Asking what number he ranked was the same earlier.

And furthermore...

Wu Peiliang widened his eyes, taking a closer look at Zhao Rong’s regretful expression.

He took a deep breath.

Behind him, the group of students, hearing Zhao Rong’s tone of regret and seeing this scene, couldn’t help but fall silent.

Sheesh, all the pretense in the world seems to have been cornered by you alone.

What a guy, good for nothing but being number one at pretense?

Wu Peiliang struggled to contain his anger.

Ranked first among the Six Halls in Shuaixing Hall, he, holding third or fourth place in academic performance, doesn’t even qualify for a mention in the eyes of ’Teacher Zhao,’ the star student, correct?

At this point, an eerie silence descended within Shuaixing Hall.