Zhao Rong looked at the two old-fashioned women with calm eyes.

What does Meng Zhengjun mean? He doesn’t know where he is.

Moreover, Zhao Rong was not deaf about the matter outside the window, and he also heard about the conflict between Zhu Yourong and Meng Zhengjun.

However, if Zhao Rong is just a coach appointed by Zhu Yourong, he would be too petty.

Zhao Rong didn't believe that this was the spirit of a college teacher.

At the same time, he didn't believe it. Could it be that he really had a hatred and mocked him?

Be more low-key and just mess with her if you have nothing to do.

So now, you can pass the level of "Yu Huaijin's complaint and counterattack".

Zhao Rong nodded secretly.

He looked at the Yu Huaijin, who looked calm and actually was probably bullied and resentful, and was very energetic.

By the way, should he also sue her for making up for the lessons in violation of regulations?

Ahem, illegal tutoring is first!

Well, there should be this academic rules for the Mochi Academy... right?

But before Zhao Rong could think too much, Yu Huaijin's reaction surprised him the next second.

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

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

"Take it seriously?" Meng Zhengjun asked seriously.

"Take it seriously." Yu Huaijin nodded, glanced under her eyes, and looked at the manuscript copied on the desk, with the words "right".

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

Meng Zhengjun nodded slowly, and then glanced at Zhao Rong meaningfully.

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

I feel like this guy is not as boring as I imagined, at least I won’t be able to report it.

If "Pei Niang" had a scholar who was making the decision for him, he would probably add fuel to the fire and pour out the bitterness and revenge.

Zhao Rong smiled, then threw it behind his mind, preparing to politely invite this Xuezheng out on the grounds of "study".

"Meng Xuezheng, do you have any more things to do? It's class now..."

Meng Zhengjun said calmly: "Wait."

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and said, "Study just needs something to say."

Meng Zhengjun took out a thick list from his sleeve, lowered his eyes and said calmly:

"You said you are a new student? Why are you late for admission? Also, I have been following Luxing Hall and I don't remember that there is a student like you."

Zhao Rong didn't think about it and said casually: "Oh, I'm a special student. I was lucky enough to get the recommendation of Mr. Yan and joined the group halfway."

This is no secret, and he has nothing to hide.

Just the next second, Meng Zhengjun's slightly paused reaction made Zhao Rong feel helpless.

By the way, you shouldn’t have a grudge against Mr. Yan, right?

After pausing for a while, Meng Zhengjun continued to flip through the list with no words on the cover, as if looking for something.

She snorted softly at the same time:

"Oh, I'm another special talent student. When I went out, all the rules of the school were messed up. If the special talent student did not go to the Zhengyi Hall and Guangye Hall, he would actually put them in the Suxing Hall again."

"Originally, it was not enough to have Fan Yushu, so I added another one. That Mr. Yan treats you very well..."

Fan Yushu: “…………”

In the last row, he felt offended since the arrival of the "Big Yu Huaijin" and his head shrank.

However, most students in the classroom raised their chins slightly, which agreed.

Although academies encourage teaching without distinction, they sometimes need to teach according to their aptitude, right?

Therefore, the Luxing Hall they can enter is only the excellent ones.

As a result, now, some strange elements seemed to be mixed in between them, and the team was impure...

When Zhao Rong heard this, he felt that Meng Xuezheng had really benefited him a lot today.

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

However, Confucianism is inherently strict in its hierarchy.

In a sense, educating and regulating the etiquette of Confucian scholars is also serving them and stabilizing order.

Zhao Rong was not too surprised.

At this moment, facing Meng Zhengjun's unceremonious words, he nodded in agreement.

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

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

The nasolabial folds on Meng Zhengjun's face did not move at all, and she still had no expression on her face, "No, nodding friends."

Zhao Rong nodded and wanted to say something else, but Meng Zhengjun's movement suddenly stopped.

He was attracted by its unusually.

Meng Zhengjun stretched out a finger and slowly slid somewhere on the page of the book. At some point, she suddenly whispered loudly: "Zhao Rong!"

Zhao Rong frowned.

The woman's cold voice echoed in the school.

Everyone looked curious, and Yu Huaijin, who was concentrating on copying words, couldn't help but raise his head.

Meng Zhengjun stared at the book in his hand that he remembered clearly the origins of each Mochi student, and continued to speak coldly.

"... The name is Ziyu, a native of Qianjing, Dachu, was a man of Qianjing Jingnan Duke's Mansion... a son-in-law! He married into the Duke's Mansion and gave it to Zhao... Lingfei, the latter now is a genius of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion..."

Meng Zhengjun's brows gradually frowned as he was thinking, even deeper than the nasolabial lines on his face.

Especially after her pronunciation on the word "子子子", her voice became smaller and smaller, but the lobby became quieter and quieter.

The needle can be heard.

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

Meng Zhengjun pursed her lips tightly and stared at the two extremely dazzling words on the pages.

Zhao Rong also frowned and said nothing.

At one moment, a deafening scolding sound almost overturned the roof of the Suxingtang.

"Son-in-law! You are a seven-foot man, a student of Mochi, and a student of the saint, and you have married into your marriage!"

Meng Zhengjun looked up and looked straight at Zhao Rong, saying word by word, "Ha, Concubine Zhao Ling, Xiaoyao Mansion, Tianjiao. Zhao Ziyu, is this soft rice delicious?"

Zhao Rong suddenly relaxed his eyebrows, looked at her, and didn't say anything.

Actually, I don’t know whether to tell the truth or lies.

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

The air was quiet for a while.

Zhao Rong whispered: "Mr. Meng, it seems that this is not stipulated in the regulations of academies and academic museums."

Meng Zhengjun did not answer his question, but his tone was a little calmer.

"Concubine Zhao Ling, I have an impression of this woman. She has not yet reached the heavenly ambition and should start to attack the Golden Pill. Is she still in Xiaoyao Mansion? I will take you there and retire this marriage! You don't need to be cowardly this time, don't be afraid, the academy will make the decision for you!"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.

He turned around 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:

"Yeah, don't retreat."

Before Meng Zhengjun got angry, he explained with confidence:

"Is it wrong for a seven-foot man... to like to eat soft rice?"

Students of Luxingtang: “…………”

Meng Zhengjun: "????"
Chapter completed!