I don’t know how this guy who doesn’t even bother to copy his homework on weekdays can practice.

Is it possible that Brother Yushu also has a history of struggle that is unknown to everyone?

He is still a treasure boy.

As for whether it is the same as writing a love letter, it was practiced for that Miss Ye.

Zhao Rong thinks this possibility is quite low.

Because calligraphy, especially cursive handwriting, is different from regular regular script. It requires daily practice.

This was also the reason why he was a little confused and surprised.

However, Zhao Rong remembered that Fan Yushu once mentioned when he was drinking that his family's thatched cottage shop on Wangquezhou Mountain had a very large business, so... family tradition?

Zhao Rong shook his head slightly, thinking that he would ask Fan Yushu if he had the opportunity another day.

As for the words of other students in Shuxingtang.

Brother Teng Ying and another introverted student in the hall who I heard was doing well in academics, both of them can write very well. They must study hard and practice hard after class.

Well, also, Wu Peiliang’s calligraphy is quite good...

He must be a book boy, Zhao Rong thought.

Especially after he corrected the comments again and again and sent them out, until recently, the words he submitted were getting better and better...

This made Zhao Rong want to meet Wu Peiliang's book boy...

In front of the desk, Zhao Rong laughed.

After a while, he continued to bury his head in his desk, focusing on correcting the homework of the students of Justice Hall.

Therefore, Zhao Rong feels that overall, the calligraphy of Suixingtang students is better than that of Zhengyitang students.

But except for the few people who just flashed in his mind, they have made rapid progress.

The overall progress of Suixing Hall is not as fast as that of Zhengyi Hall.

What determines this is attitude.

The night flows quietly.

Everything is silent.

In the north room of Dongli Xiaozhu, a young Confucian scholar is sitting at his desk, bowing his head and writing rapidly.

The height of the hill piled with manuscripts on the desk gradually decreased, and the mountain of books was 'moved' to another place one by one.

The lamp was held by a hand with ink spots on the back, holding scissors and cutting off the wick again and again.

The young Confucian scholar immersed himself in writing, but occasionally he would take out an apricot leaf after correcting a word.

After a moment of silence, I gently wrote words for some distant friends on it.

Sometimes, he would slowly stop the pen in his hand, go to the window, raise his hand to support the window, and gently raise his head.

Quietly looking at the bright moon gradually setting towards the west.

I don’t know who I’m thinking of.

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Today seems a little different from the past.

The quiet mornings in the past were filled with holiday-specific vitality.

Linlu Academy became lively early in the morning.

It's just that in Mochi Academy and Suixing Academy, it's not like this.

In the early morning, the students of Suixing Hall gathered together.

It's just that unlike the bustle in other places on holidays, there is silence in the lobby.

Zhao Rong, who had arrived early and was waiting, stood on the podium.

His expression was calm, he tapped the table with two fingers, and looked at the students below.

Yu Huaijin was collecting the homework assigned yesterday during the banquet.

Except for Jia Tengying and other students who are usually honest and hard-working, most of the other students in Suixing Hall have gloomy faces, and their expressions are mixed with fatigue.

Some students raised their sore wrists and handed the "little homework" from someone's mouth to Senior Yu.

The word "forever", a thousand times.

It was completed in one night, so it was a bit rushed.

However, what made the students of Suixing Hall even more unhappy was the make-up lesson this morning.

Zhao Rong noticed some 'dangerous' sights and felt a little embarrassed.

After all, even if the dragon-slaying boy turns into an evil dragon, he still has to go through a process of adaptation, right?"

It was the first time for Zhao Rong to give extra lessons to students on a holiday, which made Zhao Rong feel a little guilty.

I was wondering if I should explain or encourage someone to calm down the atmosphere.

However, when I think about the 'attitude' problem I discovered while correcting Su Xingtang's homework in the past few days.

He pursed his lips and suddenly said:

"From today until the mid-month exam, we will study the calligraphy class in a different way. We won't take you on a trip. You should just practice calligraphy in the school. I will watch from the side..."

Students of Suixing Hall, you look at me and I look at you, exchanging glances.

Wu Peiliang curled his lips and shook his head. Couldn't you have taught me this way earlier? It's a waste of so much time.

However, although many students thought so, they felt that Zhao Rong had hidden the secret skills of writing good calligraphy and led them around.

However, when I think about the calligraphy class in the future, I can no longer go out and have fun.

Everyone still felt a little disappointed in their hearts.

Zhao Rong glanced around and took in everyone's expressions.

He shook his head secretly in his heart, but he didn't say anything and said calmly:

"Everyone is here, let's go to class."

As soon as the words fell,

Suddenly, a slender figure appeared outside Suixing School.

Everyone turned around and saw that it was Sima Duyi.

He walked straight to Li Xueyou, saw the tiredness on her face and twisted her wrists, and frowned:

"Xiaoxueyou, what's going on? Is someone bullying you?"

Sima Duyi looked around.

The students of Suixing Hall turned their heads to look at Zhao Rong.

Sima turned around alone,

The two looked at each other...
Chapter completed!