Chapter 893: Chapter 527
Mochi Academy, on the veranda next to the Washing Ink Pond.
Meng Zhengjun walked in front.
Gu Yiwu led the Justice Hall students, “crestfallen,” following from behind.
The group had just returned from Great Li and was heading to the Ritual Hall of the academy to register relevant matters, wrapping up this downhill journey.
The once leisurely and peaceful Mochi Academy was immediately enlivened by their return.
Students who were studying or resting in lectures and pavilions along the corridor came out to watch and observe.
“Sigh～”
At the front of the returning students, a brawny Confucian scholar following Meng Zhengjun was sighing, head bowed, and waist bent, looking dejected.
Behind him, many Justice Hall students secretly glanced at their senior’s acting skills and couldn’t help but sigh.
The headmaster really knows how to act; he pretends to be weak to mislead the enemy, feigns failure in exams, and then stages a scene to slap the faces of those who gossip in the Six Halls.
The Justice Hall students, thinking of this, secretly gave their senior a thumbs up, thinking that the head is truly skilled. Hmm, from what he just said, it seems it was a suggestion jokingly made by Master Zhao some days ago…
On the corridor where Mochi people gathered to watch.
“Sigh.” A certain brawny student looked dejected, shaking his head and sighing.
“Sigh～” Some Justice Hall students walked listlessly, while others pounded their chests, lamenting to the sky…
Almost like they had the words ‘failed the exam’ written on their faces.
A certain stern female teacher walking at the front couldn’t help herself, slightly slowed her pace, turned around, and silently glanced at Gu Yiwu and the others, who looked like they were attending a funeral upon returning.
The latter, seeing her, blinked at her but toned it down a bit.
Meng Zhengjun gently shook his head, feeling that these little guys were becoming more and more like a certain young Confucian scholar after spending a long time with him.
As to whether being near vermilion makes you red or being near ink makes you black…
Thinking of that fellow who volunteered to stay behind in Great Li to wrap things up, this stern female teacher pressed her lips together, withdrew her gaze from the jesting Gu Yiwu and others, and said nothing.
“Hey, Gui, is this a victorious return?”
Just as the returning group passed the entrance to the Cultivation Hall, the Cultivation Hall senior, Han Wenfu, stepped out from the crowd.
After saluting Meng Zhengjun, he glanced at Gu Yiwu and the others and asked plainly.
Which of your eyes, Han Wenfu, saw this as a triumphant return?
Gu Yiwu mocked in his heart, but outwardly wore an expression of weariness and sighed, “Han, don’t joke around, where is the triumphant return? Ziyu and I probably messed up the exam… having been busy in Great Li for so long…”
He waved his hand and then changed the topic, “By the way, Han, how did you and the students of your hall do in the exams? At the Confucian Temple this time? Must be a great victory. It seems the first place in this big competition is already in your hands, Han.”
Han Wenfu wanted to nod with a laugh, but of course, it was just a thought, because Teacher Meng was present, no matter how well you do, you have to be modest in front of these teachers.
He controlled his modest expression and shook his head.
“Gui, don’t joke with me, this big exam… sigh, it seems Huaijin and Shuaixing Hall might be dominating again.”
As if I don’t know what you’re thinking, you old fox? In Ziyu’s words, we’re both old foxes, what are we playing at?
Gu Yiwu nodded with a smile, but inwardly he was skeptical.
He looked at the gentle and refined senior of the Cultivation Hall, Han Wenfu, and found him unpleasing. Even though he was similar to Ziyu, with a mild and refined temperament, Gu Yiwu found Ziyu genuine and approachable, while Han Wenfu seemed a bit deep and scheming, like a sly fox.
Han Wenfu also smiled and nodded in response. At this point, he glanced at Gu Yiwu, not sure of his own thoughts, and then turned to look at the group of students behind Meng Zhengjun.
Han Wenfu’s eyes quickly scanned twice, as if searching for someone’s voice in the crowd. He opened his mouth to ask someone, but at this moment, someone had already spoken up.
“Greetings, Mr. Meng.”
A short distance away, a certain serious young lady respectfully saluted, and her voice carried over.
Upon seeing her, Meng Zhengjun’s perpetually calm mouth finally showed a slight smile, and he nodded.
“Huaijin.”
Han Wenfu’s eyes brightened slightly, and he swallowed back the question on his lips, revealing a warmly polite smile as he greeted her.
Yu Huaijin, leading the Shuaixing Hall students, quickly approached, nodded, and then, without looking at him, directly bypassed Han Wenfu. She looked around and directly addressed Meng Zhengjun: ”
Mochi Academy, on the veranda next to the Washing Ink Pond.
Meng Zhengjun walked in front.
Gu Yiwu led the Justice Hall students, “crestfallen,” following from behind.
The group had just returned from Great Li and was heading to the Ritual Hall of the academy to register relevant matters, wrapping up this downhill journey.
The once leisurely and peaceful Mochi Academy was immediately enlivened by their return.
Students who were studying or resting in lectures and pavilions along the corridor came out to watch and observe.
“Sigh～”
At the front of the returning students, a brawny Confucian scholar following Meng Zhengjun was sighing, head bowed, and waist bent, looking dejected.
Behind him, many Justice Hall students secretly glanced at their senior’s acting skills and couldn’t help but sigh.
The headmaster really knows how to act; he pretends to be weak to mislead the enemy, feigns failure in exams, and then stages a scene to slap the faces of those who gossip in the Six Halls.