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Chapter 309 A seven-foot man... Is it wrong to like to eat soft rice? (Please subscribe!)
Zhao Rong knew this would be the case.

At this time, standing in front of the lobby door, he was about to take a step back to avoid the limelight a second ago, and slowly fell back to the original place.

Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, and glanced at the willful students who looked at him in unison.

What a group of good students who respect their teachers.

Never let him down in the matter of letting him down.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, facing the different gazes of everyone in the school at this time, he took a step forward as if nothing had happened, and stepped into the willful hall.

At the same time, he stared squarely at this strange woman who suddenly appeared but didn't look at him at the moment.

This is a middle-aged woman about 40 years old.

She has a good appearance, with a few hairlines on both sides of her nose, and it can be seen that she should have been quite beautiful when she was young.

It's a pity that the expression is too serious and serious, making it hard to get close to people.

With a straight face, he was even more rigid than Yu Huaijin.

The dress of this serious woman is very neat and rigorous, abiding by the Confucian system.

Zhao Rong even vaguely saw some small etiquette items on her body in a miscellaneous book on etiquette and dress.

So, at this time, the serious woman stood there, just like what Zhao Rong saw for the first time not long ago.

It's like an icon with strict rules and regulations in a Confucian temple.

People can't help but be in awe when they see it.

Zhao Rong took a serious look.

who is thisBig fish Huaijin?
Or Yu Huaijin's mother?

At this moment, at Yu Huaijin's desk.

One big and one small, two women with similar temperaments, neither of them went to see Zhao Rong.

The former looked down at Yu Huaijin, waiting for her answer.

Yu Huaijin, who was conscientiously copying the word "正" stroke by stroke, paused for a while and didn't answer.

She got up straight away, bowed her hands together, and saluted respectfully, "I've seen Mr. Meng."

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, looking at this strange woman who was also solemnly returning the courtesy.

She is Xuezheng of the Mochi Academy, and at the same time the etiquette teacher of the Willful Hall, the one who has been out for a while and has not returned?

Meng Zhengjun stretched out his hand to help, "Mystery, please. Who punished you and why? Also, isn't it the calligraphy class in your school?"

Yu Huaijin lowered her eyes and remained silent.

"Where's Zhu Yourong? You forgot to write again?"

Meng Zhengjun looked around, ignored everyone including Zhao Rong, and searched for the figure of a Confucian woman inside and outside the school.

After searching to no avail, she snorted coldly, and the nasolabial folds on her face deepened.

Afterwards, the serious woman who was in charge of the discipline of the six halls and was able to control the affairs of the academy waved her sleeves and sternly reprimanded:

"Hmph, if you don't want to teach, then don't teach. I'll tell the head of the mountain to withdraw this joke-like book art class. Don't waste the resources of the academy and play around with her!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole school fell silent.

No one dared to answer, they all pretended to be dumb.

But there are exceptions.

Yu Huaijin took a step back, saluted, raised her head, and said in a very serious tone, "Mr. Meng, teacher..."

Someone suddenly interrupted:
"She is indeed writing, um, Mr. Zhu should still be writing in Yilanxuan. But she is not absent from class, because this class is taught by me."

Zhao Rong stepped forward and spoke calmly.

Meng Zhengjun looked straight at him, "You? Who are you?"

Zhao Rong thought about it, and saluted seriously.

"I, Zhao Ziyu, is a new student in the Zhixingtang. She was loved by Mr. Zhu and was appointed as an assistant teacher in the Shuxingtang and Zhengyitang. During this time, she took classes on her behalf, so Mr. Zhu did not miss classes. I hope Mr. Meng will not misunderstand. "

Meng Zhengjun was silent for a while after hearing the words.

It's just that the nasolabial folds on the face are getting deeper.

The expression is like the carving on the cliff that has experienced wind and rain for thousands of years, and it remains unchanged.

She looked directly at Zhao Rong, and said softly:

"Zhao Ziyu, assistant teacher of calligraphy class, Zhu Yourong entrusted two schools to you."

Neither humble nor overbearing, Zhao Rong nodded, "Exactly."

Meng Zhengjun looked at him carefully, and suddenly said: "Xuanji is copying, did you punish him?"

Zhao Rong nodded again, "I am next."

He glanced at the old-fashioned young girl with downcast eyes and said, "If you do something wrong, you should be punished."

Meng Zhengjun closed his eyes slightly, and nodded slightly, "That's right, if you do something wrong, you should be punished."

Hearing her approval of the reconsideration, Zhao Rong raised his eyelids.

Sure enough, before he could think about it, Meng Zhengjun had already turned his head away.

This serious woman standing upright with her arms raised asked another old-fashioned girl standing beside her who was also standing upright with her small hands in her sleeves:
"Xuanji, your teaching assistant said that you should be punished for doing something wrong. Do you have anything to say?"

When Yu Huaijin heard this, she still looked calm.

At a certain moment, she turned her head to look at Zhao Rong.

Did not speak right away.

The whole willful hall will also be quiet together.

The students watching the excitement in the hall exchanged glances with each other.

Mr. Meng is going to make decisions for Yu Xuezi's platform.

Is this going to change?

But also within reason.

In the willful hall, no one knows that Meng Xuezheng loves Yu Huaijin very much.

I don't know if Yu Huaijin's style of acting suits her eyes, or if Yu Huaijin's excellent grades as the number one student in the sixth class make her value.

Or both?
This Mr. Meng, who taught them the etiquette class, is not only the student of the Mochi Academy, but I heard that she can even take care of the scholars of the academy.

It belongs to the high-level decision-making staff in the academy, one of those people in charge.

It is said that among the scholars and brothers, there is also an existence that changes color after hearing about it.

But Mr. Meng valued Yu Huaijin so much that he almost treated him like a half-closed disciple.

I heard that for Yu Huaijin, she even personally visited Yi Lanxuan, and looked for Zhu Yourong several times, the general idea is to let this confidant disciple be her successor.

But it seems that every time it ends without a problem, and as a result, gradually, some special things are added.

The conflict between Mr. Meng and Mr. Zhu seems to be quite serious.

But these are only topics that Mochi students dare to talk about in private, and they usually dare not talk about them.

Just keep it in your heart and look in your eyes.

For example, Mr. Meng not only spoke dissatisfaction with Mr. Zhu just now, but also criticized this new calligrapher from time to time in the past.

Although Mr. Zhu is kind, gentle and demure in front of the students.

But occasionally in front of the students, gently persuade.

Tell them to be sensible and obedient, not to cause trouble, and let Mr. Meng Da worry less, otherwise they will grow old faster and become Mr. Meng.

Wherever the students dared to spread these rumors, they pretended not to have heard them.

At this time, in the quiet school.

Between the seats, Wu Peiliang silently watched Zhao Rong, Yu Huaijin and Meng Zhengjun for a while.

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

Wu Peiliang's eyes turned back and forth on Meng Zhengjun and Zhao Rong, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his brows were beaming with joy.

Later, when he looked at Zhao Rong, gloating, he couldn't help showing some pity.

This seems to be a natural offense, you can't even hide it, heh, it depends on you...

Zhao Rong calmly faced the scrutiny of the two rigid and polite women.

He didn't know what Meng Zhengjun meant.

Moreover, Zhao Rong is not deaf to what is going on outside the window, and he has generally heard about the conflict between Zhu Yourong and Meng Zhengjun.

However, it would be too petty to punish Zhao Rong just because he is the assistant coach appointed by Zhu Yourong.

Zhao Rong didn't believe that this was the temperament of an academy student.

At the same time, I don't believe it. Is it possible that he really has a physique of absorbing hatred, with his own sarcasm?

Keep a low profile, just don't mess with her when you're full and have nothing to do.

So right now, just pass the level of 'Yu Huaijin's complaint and counterattack'.

Zhao Rong nodded secretly.

He looked at Yu Huaijin who looked calm, but in fact he probably had a stomach full of sadness and resentment for being bullied, and he cheered up 12 points.

In other words, should he also file a counter-suit, saying that she violated the rules to make up lessons?

Cough cough, make up lessons for violations first!
Well, there should be this in the school rules of Mochi Academy... right?

But before Zhao Rong could think about it, the next second, Yu Huaijin's reaction caught him by surprise.

"Mr. Meng, Xuanji has nothing to say, and is punished with humility."

Yu Huaijin lowered her eyes, turned around, and saluted Meng Zhengjun.

"Really?" Meng Zhengjun asked seriously.

"Really." Yu Huaijin nodded, and glanced down, looking at the manuscript written on the desk, which was full of the word '正'.

She frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about how to write well.

Meng Zhengjun nodded slowly, and then gave Zhao Rong a meaningful look.

Zhao Rong ignored it, but looked at Yu Huaijin in surprise.

It feels like this guy is not as boring as he imagined, at least he can't make small reports.

If it was 'Pei Niang', Xueguan Xuezheng could make decisions for him, it is estimated that the matter of Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds would be filled with oil and vinegar, and the bitterness and hatred would be poured out.

Zhao Rong smiled, then forgot about it, and was going to politely ask this student to go out on the grounds of 'attending class'.

"Meng Xuezheng, do you have anything else to do? It's class now..."

Meng Zhengjun said calmly, "Wait."

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes, "Xuezheng has something to say, please speak."

Meng Zhengjun took out a thick roster from his sleeve, flipped through it with lowered eyes, and said calmly:

"You said you were talking about a new student? Why are you late for admission? Also, I have been paying attention to the candid hall. I don't remember that there is a student like you."

Zhao Rong didn't even think about it, and said casually: "Oh, I'm a special student. I was recommended by Mr. Yan by luck, and I joined midway."

It was no secret, and he had nothing to hide.

It's just that in the next second, Meng Zhengjun's slight pause made Zhao Rong feel helpless.

By the way, don't you also have a grudge against Mr. Yan?
After Meng Zhengjun paused for a while, he continued to flip through the roster with no words on the cover, as if he was looking for something.

She snorted at the same time:

"Oh, it's another special student. When I went out, the rules of the academy were all messed up. Special students didn't go to the Justice Hall and Guangye Hall, but instead went to the Willful Hall."

"One Fan Yushu wasn't enough, so add another one. That Mr. Yan treats you well..."

Fan Yushu: "..."

In the last row, since the arrival of 'Big Fish Huaijin', he felt offended as he shrank his head.

It's just that most of the students in the willful hall raised their chins slightly, quite agreeing.

Although the academy encourages teaching without discrimination, sometimes it is necessary to teach students according to their aptitude, right?
Therefore, the willful halls that they can enter only accept the outstanding batch.

As a result, now, there seems to be some strange ingredients mixed in among them, and the team is not pure...

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong felt that today's Meng Xuezheng really 'benefited a lot' from him.

Well, within just one stick of incense, Zhao Rong's mind seemed to have completely lit up the school despise chain, art despise chain, and student despise chain in the Mochi Academy.

But Confucianism is inherently hierarchical.

In a sense, to educate and standardize Confucian ethics is also to serve them and stabilize order.

Zhao Rong was not too surprised.

At this time, facing Meng Zhengjun's blunt words, he nodded in agreement.

"Well, Mr. Yan is indeed very kind to us."

Zhao Rong paused, glanced at the thick roster that Meng Zhengjun was flipping through, and thought for a while, "Mr. Meng, do you have some misunderstandings about Mr. Yan?"

The decree lines on Meng Zhengjun's face did not move at all, and his face was still expressionless, "No, nodding acquaintance."

Zhao Rong nodded, and wanted to say more, but Meng Zhengjun's movements suddenly stopped.

He was attracted by its strangeness.

I saw Meng Zhengjun stretch out a finger and slide it slowly somewhere on the page. At a certain moment, she suddenly called out: "Zhao Rong!"

Zhao Rong frowned.

The woman's cold voice echoed in the school.

Everyone looked curiously, and Yu Huaijin, who was concentrating on copying, couldn't help but look up.

Meng Zhengjun stared at the roster in his hand, which clearly remembered the origin and origin of each Mochi student, and continued to speak coldly.

"...Ziyu, a person from the Great Chu Dynasty who worked in Beijing, for the... son-in-law of the Duke's residence in Jingnan! He was married to the second lady of the Duke's residence Zhao... Concubine Ling, who is now the arrogance of the Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion... "

Meng Zhengjun frowned as he thought about it, even deeper than the nasolabial folds on his face.

Especially after she pronounced the word "Zuo son-in-law" heavily, her voice became smaller and smaller, but the hall also became quieter and quieter.

Needle drop is audible.

The air was a bit dead silent, no one spoke, and the students in the hall were motionless like statues, staring at a man and a woman in front of them.

Meng Zhengjun pursed his lips tightly, staring at two extremely eye-catching words on the page.

Zhao Rong also frowned and remained silent.

At a certain moment, there was a deafening sound of yelling that made the people present almost topple the roof of the willful hall.

"Son-in-law! You are a majestic man of seven feet, a student of Mochi, a disciple of a sage, and you actually married into a son-in-law!"

Meng Zhengjun raised his head, looked straight at Zhao Rong, and said word by word, "Oh, Concubine Zhao Ling, Xiaoyao Mansion, Tianjiao. Zhao Ziyu, is this soft rice delicious?"

Zhao Rong frowned suddenly, looked at her, and didn't speak.

In fact, I don't know whether to tell the truth or lie.

Meng Zhengjun's face was fixed, and he stared at Zhao Rong.

The air was quiet for a while.

Zhao Rong said softly: "Mr. Meng, it seems that there is no provision for this in the regulations of the Academy and the Academy."

Meng Zhengjun frowned, and did not answer his question, but his tone was calmer.

"Concubine Zhao Ling, I have an impression of this girl. She has not yet arrived in heaven, and she should start to attack the golden core. Is she still in Xiaoyao Mansion? I will take you there and cancel this marriage! Cowardly and obedient, don't be afraid, the Academy is your master!"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.

He turned his head and looked around, and found that everyone was staring at him intently.

Meng Zhengjun also stared at him without blinking.

Zhao Rong thought about it carefully, and his tone was very sincere:

"Well, no retreat."

Before the powder keg was about to explode and before Meng Zhengjun got mad, he explained confidently:

"A seven-foot man... is it wrong to like to eat soft rice?"

Straightforward students: "..."

Meng Zhengjun: "???"

　Thanks for the reward of 10000 coins from the good brother 'Single Push Takagi'! PS: Cough cough, it was posted on the front page, and the brothers put the noodles on the front page!

　　
　
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