My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 465 - 318: An Assessment Without Standard Answers

Chapter 465: Chapter 318: An Assessment Without Standard Answers

Yu Huaijin glanced around the academy, her gaze lingered on Zhao Rong for a brief moment.

By this time, the crowd inside Shuaixing Hall had already risen to their feet, passing by Yu Huaijin, who stood before the entrance, on their way to the Ritual Hall.

As Zhao Rong walked past with Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu,

Yu Huaijin suddenly said, "Brother Zhao."

Zhao Rong halted.

Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying exchanged a glance, their footsteps unchanged, and went outside to wait, leaving Zhao Rong and Yu Huaijin together in front of the door.

Standing inside the gate, Zhao Rong looked up at the somewhat overcast sky, his tone casual.

"What does Elder Sister Yu wish to instruct?"

Yu Huaijin turned her back, gazing at the empty hall, her tone calm; Zhao Rong even guessed that her facial expression as she spoke was as lifeless and uninteresting as ever.

"Later, no matter what happens, you must not speak out or draw attention to yourself."

Zhao Rong laughed, "I’m afraid that’s a difficult order to obey. If that Mr. Xuezeng bullies me, and I say nothing, wouldn’t that be a huge loss of face."

He paused, then sighed and added,

"Besides, after Elder Sister Yu said that, although I, Zhao Ziyu, hold no improper thoughts towards you, I’m still a vigorous young man, after all. You’re asking me to be low-key and forbearing, which I cannot do; I have to defy you to prove myself. Perhaps I’ll even be able to impress Elder Sister Yu... Ah."

Yu Huaijin frowned, "You’re spouting all sorts of nonsensical things. Brother Zhao, you seem steady on ordinary days, so why do you always burst out with these strange remarks at inappropriate times, causing mischief?"

Seeing Zhao Rong remain silent, she continued,

"I’m familiar with Mr. Meng; although she doesn’t like your worldly status, she won’t, as the rumors in the academy suggest, deliberately make the exam difficult for you on purpose. Just stand below later, calmly observe the changes, and do not act impulsively based on those groundless rumors."

Zhao Rong frowned, pointed at his own face, and said earnestly,

"Yu Huaijin, do I look like someone who would act impulsively?"

Yu Huaijin wasn’t fond of arguing. She turned her head back and continued to meticulously admonish,

"Do well in the mid-month major exam this time, and don’t be as lax as you usually are. Hmm, I won’t insist on Music Art for now, but for the other Art Studies, I’ve seen that you’re quite diligent. Work hard to prepare, especially Calligraphy, your forte; it must not be neglected..."

Zhao Rong, rolling up his sleeves, stood silently and listened, his eyes sizing up Yu Huaijin’s expression.

It was still the same deadpan face.

But at this moment, his earnest and meticulous admonishments, as if from a grown-up or a Teacher, took Zhao Rong by surprise.

Especially since she occasionally mentioned certain details about him that Zhao Rong hadn’t expected her to notice in everyday life.

Well done, indeed you are Yu Huaijin.

The dear big brother of all the students in Shuaixing Hall, the Academy Teacher’s little padded jacket, and the model Three Good Student of the Six Halls.

Seems like we should also add the title ’Little Reporter skilled in closely observing students’ study habits and morale’?

In the face of the ’Elder Sister’ Yu Huaijin, who was unintentionally nagging and lecturing with a stern face,

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but complain internally.

However, his outward appearance remained calm and attentive, as if he was seriously taking it all in.

Despite the internal jokes, Zhao Rong suddenly felt... that this fellow wouldn’t be too bad if she weren’t so unbearably rigid and solemn.

Well, excluding the times she put pressure on him to practice music and painting.

It seemed as if the more one feared something, the more likely it was to happen.

Yu Huaijin suddenly said,

"This major exam, the Ritual Skills test is slightly longer, enough time, in fact, to give you an extra lesson in Music Art."

"Brother Zhao, my expectations aren’t high; just set a small goal for now and aim to pass the Music Art this time."

Zhao Rong: "........."

In the face of the ’not demanding’ Yu Huaijin and this small goal,

he remained expressionless.

Yu Huaijin called out, "Brother Zhao."

The next second, Zhao Rong turned and left without another word.

Yu Huaijin watched his retreating figure, silent.

...

Not far away, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying were waiting for Zhao Rong.

Seeing him return, Jia Tengying couldn’t help but ask, "Brother Ziyu, what did... the Elder Sister say to you?"

Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched as he seriously said to him,

"Elder Brother Yu says that the cucumbers from our East Fence Small House are very tasty and are the best thing Shuaixing Hall has to offer, a pride we can boast about."

"She wants us to be down-to-earth, strive for further success, and set a small goal to double the yield of our plot next year."

"Teng Ying, you’d better hoe the field well after we get back, and next year plant some longer, larger cucumbers to achieve Elder Sister Yu’s small goal and fulfill the mission."

Jia Tengying paused, falling silent for a while.

Just when Zhao Rong thought he’d shake his head speechless, Jia Tengying actually nodded, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Hahaha..."

Fan Yushu could barely restrain himself, laughing until his stomach hurt at the sight of Jia Tengying’s bashful, blushing face.

"You silly melon, you’re hopeless!" Zhao Rong also laughed till he gasped, punching his roommate on the shoulder.

Jia Tengying snapped back to reality, finally realizing Zhao Rong was not being serious and joked around, flushing red with embarrassment.

Shortly after,

Jia Tengying changed the subject, his concern evident, "Brother Ziyu, why did you make a bet with Brother Wu? Such a rivalry over pride really isn’t necessary."

Zhao Rong shook his head, offering no reply.

Fan Yushu glanced at Zhao Rong, staying silent.

The two had known each other for quite some time, developing a special unspoken understanding. They never inquired into each other’s affairs and choices.