Chapter 192: Chapter 167: The Person Before Me is the Person in My Heart_2
Chapter 192: Chapter 167: The Person Before Me is the Person in My Heart_2
At this moment, Zhao Rong was sitting upright, listening to the lecture, holding a fine wolf-hair brush in his hand, occasionally bowing his head to write something on the rice paper.
Before he could react to the gaze from Li Jinsu, Fan Yushu, who was sitting next to him, had swiftly risen to his feet, fetched a book of Confucian Classics commentary, and walked to the back to give it to a new student in attendance.
This book was one each attendee of the lecture received, and these miscellaneous tasks of distributing and passing things were always handled by students of the teachers.
Zhao Rong’s expression remained unchanged; he did not turn around.
He had grown accustomed to Fan Yushu’s actions. This fellow always appeared proactive, earnestly studious, and exemplary in front of Teacher Yan and various older classmates, always taking the lead in whatever he did.
Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu’s desk, apart from the books Teacher Yan was currently using for the lecture, there was another book whose cover was indiscernible.
But he recognized it; that was the very book that fellow was perusing while writing a love letter the first morning they met.
Moreover, just now, Fan Yushu was listening attentively while seriously flipping through it, nodding from time to time.
It’s just like you, the talented student Fan Yushu.
Zhao Rong suppressed a smile and continued to focus on the lecture.
Fan Yushu returned from the back with quickened steps, suddenly sat down next to Zhao Rong, sitting upright with a solemn expression, staring straight ahead at Teacher Yan who was engaging the class, silent for three breaths. Fan Yushu then slightly leaned towards Zhao Rong; his gaze still fixed forward, but his teeth clenched.
Zhao Rong knitted his brows, his gaze unwavering.
“That woman behind… look…”
Zhao Rong looked down, earnestly writing his essay on the paper.
“I’ve never seen her before; I don’t know if it’s… that woman… seems like Zhao Lingfei.”
Zhao Rong’s hand holding the brush trembled, his movements stiffened.
Slowly, an ink blot appeared on the white paper, growing larger and larger.
He stared at the spreading ink blot on the paper, blinked, then pursed his lips and turned around.
He just glanced to the back, then turned his head back around.
He took a deep breath.
“Ziyu… is it her? That woman is too beautiful, hmm, even more so than my family’s Zhilan by just a bit… I saw a teardrop mole under her left eye, that seems quite famous in Taiching Prefecture. Is she really Zhao Lingfei from Tranquility Mansion? How did she come here to attend the lecture…”
Fan Yushu continued to sigh in a voice audible only to the two of them.
Zhao Rong looked at Fan Yushu, did not respond, set down his brush, his back straight, intently watching Teacher Yan on the Xing Platform as if nothing had happened, listening earnestly.
Fan Yushu, with a sidelong glance at Zhao Rong, seemed a bit puzzled.
Teacher Yan assigned a question on the Classics, prompting the students in the lecture hall to answer, and Li Jinsu, responsible for the affairs of the lecture hall, was preparing to distribute rice paper.
Seeing this, Fan Yushu got ready to respond “enthusiastically”.
But someone was even more spirited than he.
Suddenly, Zhao Rong, who had been silent next to him, stood up, and the next second he was striding forward to distribute the paper to the students.
Fan Yushu was startled and hastily followed.
Four Seasons Hall, back left corner.
Zhao Lingfei looked up, listening intently to the Academy Teacher on the Xing Platform, her expression focused.
But soon, her brows gradually furrowed together.
She could understand every sentence the teacher said, but the convoluted relationships he described were beyond her comprehension.
Additionally, the casual references and the sayings of the Saint mentioned by the teacher only added to her headache.
How can this be so hard, far more tedious than those poems and songs…
Zhao Lingfei wrinkled her little nose, sighed, and bowed her head to flip through the commentary book just handed to her by an Academy student,
Upon hearing the question assigned by the teacher, she even buried her pretty face deeper in the book, searching for the commentary on some “Saint said”.
The lecture hall was somewhat noisy for a while, seeming to come from some students distributing papers…
She bit her lip, her little face serious, flipping through page by page.
Footsteps sounded next to her table.
The light dimmed slightly.
A hand belonging to a man placed a sheet of rice paper on the table, next to the book Zhao Lingfei was perusing.
Without raising her head, she drew out a hand and took it from under that large hand she saw from the corner of her eye.
But a few breaths later, that man was still standing by the table, still blocking the light from the side.
Zhao Lingfei’s brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again.
But before she could react again, the man who seemed to have been staring at her incessantly and somewhat annoyingly sat down at the adjoining desk.
Seemingly not planning to leave.
Zhao Lingfei’s pretty face turned cold, and she abruptly turned her head, her eyes indifferent.
The man’s gaze was warm, and he smiled.
Zhao Rong greeted her look with a smile.
Zhao Lingfei’s pupils dilated, her clear eyes reflecting that oh-so-familiar face.
Like a pool of water finally embracing the moon within its grasp.
And the moon in the water was the moon in the sky, and the person before her was… the person in her heart.
Four Seasons Hall, at a corner near the back, childhood sweethearts gazing into each other’s eyes.
The lecture in front continued, but this small corner at the back belonged to the world of Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei alone.
Well, strictly speaking, it wasn’t just the two of them because… a certain talented student worried that another might cause trouble, so had also come to the back row, finding a place to sit not far from the two after distributing the paper…