Zhao Rong spoke with clear enunciation and a methodical pace.
Down below, the crowd exchanged glances.
Li Xueyou stared at the stage, looking at ’Teacher Zhao,’ whose expression was composed and speech methodical.
In her impression over these past days, it seemed that he had never been in a hurry.
Even when facing any kind of nitpicking or mischief in the classroom, like now, he still maintained his refined and indifferent demeanor.
It reminded her somewhat of Teacher Qi and her father.
Li Xueyou remembered once asking them out of curiosity.
Why they remained nonchalant when they encountered troubles and dangerous situations; was it all an act?
Teacher Qi had said that whether it was an act or not, even if you were disastrously defeated in a game of chess, you had to keep your head up, smile, and compliment your opponent on a good game without crying; there was no reason why.
Her father, on the other hand, had laughed and asked, "Don’t you think these troubles are interesting? The more problematic, the better. I fear there won’t be enough troubles to thoroughly enjoy."
However, Li Xueyou knew that for a certain person at home who liked to wear purple, when her father faced them, he would take back those words...
Previously, Li Xueyou actually had a similar thought to her classmates, believing that this new fellow student who replaced Teacher Zhu and took them out for excursions was merely going through the motions.
But ever since she received each of the graded calligraphy assignments, her views had gradually changed.
The lengthy comments Zhao Rong wrote, though sometimes harsh and intense, were always carefully read by Li Xueyou.
Her earnestly written characters were picked apart by him, criticized in excruciating detail, sometimes ruthlessly, leaving no stone unturned until there was nothing left to salvage. Even with her temperament, she felt very angry.
She thought about not giving him a blanket to use next time.
However, when she suppressed her grievances and earnestly followed his comments and guidance, she felt as though she had glimpsed another world.
The characters could actually be written like that.
And Teacher Zhao was so meticulous... even taking into account such minor details.
Sometimes, Li Xueyou would see on the graded assignments, alongside someone’s airy and elegant handwriting, comments that ran on for thousands of words, written as if the brush danced with dragons and snakes.
She would feel a bit embarrassed, wondering if she was receiving special treatment.
All these suggestions for improvement exceeded the length of the homework she had submitted, and they were all written in small, detailed script, not hastily scrawled in cursive that was hard to decipher.
When the young girl sneaked a peek at her good friend Xiao Hongyu’s assignment, she realized that everyone else received the same treatment.
Even the comments on Xiao Hongyu’s work were more numerous, but it seemed her friend didn’t read them closely, merely glancing at the scores and critique before sighing and tossing them aside...
Li Xueyou’s face grew even redder, and she spat quietly to herself.
So later on, she came to trust that this somewhat meticulous Teacher Zhao was truly serious about teaching them.
Thus Li Xueyou also took her studies seriously, whether it was classwork or homework.
Gradually, the red markings from his vermilion pen on her assignments became fewer, and last time, he even praised her a few times.
Therefore, she had put even more effort into writing the thousand ’eternity’ characters last night.
Then there was this morning’s sore and reddened right wrist, which Duyi mistook for something else, almost causing a conflict and bringing trouble to Teacher Zhao.
But now, with this situation...
Inside Shuaixing Academy.
Zhao Rong’s indifferent words ’no matter what seed you are’ and ’the teacher is supreme’ echoed.
Li Xueyou suddenly snapped back to reality and hurriedly turned to look at Sima Duyi....