My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 464 - 317 Being Slapped in the Face Passively is Boring, I Prefer to Take the Initiative (Part 3)_3

Chapter 464: Chapter 317 Being Slapped in the Face Passively is Boring, I Prefer to Take the Initiative (Part 3)_3

This envious and dazzling matter was also one of the reasons Wu Peiliang and other students resented Zhao Rong.

However, the chance to replace Zhao Rong as the calligraphy class assistant was now right in front of him.

Still, Wu Peiliang temporarily suppressed his eagerness and considered the situation calmly.

In fact, at this moment, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t understand how Zhao Rong dared to challenge him to a contest of overall achievements in the Seven Arts of Confucianism.

So far, from what Wu Peiliang had observed,

Zhao Rong’s Music Art was a weak point, and it didn’t seem to be a feint.

But Wu Peiliang did not underestimate his opponent.

If it were only poor performance in Music Art, it was indeed possible for Zhao Rong to turn the tables, albeit at an extreme.

After all, Wu Peiliang could almost foresee that Zhao Rong would score full marks in calligraphy.

This could to some extent make up for his shortcomings in Music Art.

Yet even so, it would be extremely difficult for Zhao Rong to win against him, unless his scores in the other subjects were abnormally close to full marks, just like Yu Huaijin.

Although that was almost an impossibility.

Not to mention, under the current circumstances, it was even less likely for Zhao Rong.

Wu Peiliang snorted derisively in his heart.

Not to mention the upcoming examinations in other Art Studies, he doubted whether Zhao Rong could even pass the imminent Ritual Skill examination.

Do you really think Meng Zhengjun is so lenient that you can just walk away after such a provocation?

Do you, Zhao Ziyu, believe that she will give you a full score of ten, something only Yu Huaijin has ever achieved?

While the mid-monthly examinations aim to be as fair as possible, besides some Art Studies that can be quantified and judged based on standards—for instance, the grades naturally present in the poetry—,

other Art Studies such as Ritual Skill, Calligraphy, and Painting Skill, are inherently subjective.

A momentary thought from the teachers could determine life or death...

Wu Peiliang’s thoughts churned as he weighed his options.

Meanwhile, Zhao Rong was in no rush, letting Wu Peiliang dither on.

He stood still with his sleeves rolled up.

The path of a Martial Artist that he had followed for over half a year had completely transformed Zhao Rong’s demeanor.

Gone was the frail scholar who screamed at the slightest pinch from Liu Sanbian—um, the weak homebody.

Last night’s Breaking Meridian had brought him only one step away from Fu Yao Realm, further invigorating his spirit.

At this moment, Zhao Rong stood tall and straight as a spear, with a statuesque posture, facing off against Wu Peiliang and a group of students, exuding a calm demeanor without flinching.

It was hard to tell what he was actually thinking.

This made Wu Peiliang even more wary,

causing the students who had followed him to bolster his position to feel slightly uneasy.

And at this moment, within the silent Shuaixing Hall, the demeanor and conduct of Zhao Rong and Wu Peiliang made the difference between them quite clear to the onlookers.

Wu Peiliang seemed to realize his performance was lacking,

but Zhao Rong’s active provocation had caught him off guard.

It’s no wonder he was somewhat timid; after all, he had suffered several setbacks at the hands of that person.

Wu Peiliang even felt the man before him was somewhat uncanny, with the tides of fortune always on his side.

At this very moment, Wu Peiliang couldn’t help but scrutinize Zhao Rong’s expression.

Yet the face of the man before him still betrayed nothing...

In reality, Zhao Rong was feeling a bit bored.

Aside from calligraphy class, he had kept a low profile, but somehow, troubles always found their way to him.

Wu Peiliang was one of those troubles,

as was Meng Zhengjun,

and so were the idle whispers of the students.

Walking in the corridor with a book in the morning, all he heard were rumors and gossip.

Did they really think he had no temper?

Zhao Rong was truly tired of it all.

Well then, he might as well test each one in turn, to see what they were really made of.

Hmm, just like Teacher Meng, the Sacrificial Officer, said, there is endless joy in the struggle against others.

While Wu Peiliang was hesitating, Zhao Rong’s gaze swept across those around, suddenly meeting the worried eyes of Li Xueyou who was nervously watching the scene.

He saw a hint of concern on her young face.

Zhao Rong’s lips curved into a reassuring smile.

But she had already hastily turned her head away.

"Fine, let’s gamble!" Wu Peiliang’s expression had, at some point, calmed down, "Let our fellow students bear witness. If you lose, don’t you go back on your word!"

Zhao Rong nodded gently.

Then, without saying anything more, he walked back to his seat.

Wu Peiliang let out a cold laugh and turned to leave as well.

But just then, a calm voice suddenly came from outside the hall.

"There is an order from the Teacher of Studies, all students of the Six Halls must gather outside the Ritual Hall."

Yu Huaijin, at some point, had come to stand at the doorway with his hands formally clasped.