Chapter 894: Chapter 527_2
The students of Justice Hall thought to themselves, giving their senior a silent thumbs up—he always knew how to play the game. Hmm, judging by what he just said, it seems this was a playful suggestion from Teacher Zhao some days ago during a chat...
In the gallery where the Mochi crowd was spectating.
"Alas." A certain burly student sighed, shaking his head despairingly.
"Alas~" The students of Justice Hall either walked with lackluster energy or beat their chests and stomped their feet, sighing to the heavens...
They were practically advertising ’failed exams’ on their faces.
At the front, a serious female teacher couldn’t help but stop for a moment, turning back to silently glance at Gu Yiwu and the others who were returning as though from a funeral.
Seeing this, the latter blinked at her but toned down slightly.
Meng Zhengjun lightly shook his head, feeling that these little guys were becoming more like that young Confucian scholar they spent so much time with.
Whether it’s the effect of being close to scarlet turning red, or near black becoming dark...
Thinking of that self-assured fellow who stayed in Great Li to wrap things up, this stern and solemn female teacher pursed her lips and averted her gaze from the mischievous Gu Yiwu and others, saying nothing.
"Oh, is Brother Gu returning triumphantly?" In the corridor next to the Washing Ink Pond at Mochi Academy.
Meng Zhengjun walked at the front.
Gu Yiwu led the Justice Hall students, looking "crestfallen," following behind.
The group had just returned to the Academy from Great Li and was now heading to the Ritual Hall to register relevant details, wrapping up this journey down the mountain.
The originally leisurely, tranquil Mochi Academy was immediately ignited by their return.
Students from the halls and pavilions along the corridor, either memorizing texts or resting, all came out to watch and assess the situation.
"Alas~"
At the front of the returning students, a burly Confucian scholar behind Meng Zhengjun was sighing mournfully, head and waist bowed, looking miserable.
Behind him, a group of Justice Hall students surreptitiously watched their senior’s acting skills, unable to hold back a sigh.
He really knows how to act. Coming back, he first pretends to fail, feigning weak vulnerability, and then stages a grand performance, delivering a hefty slap in the face to those six halls full of gossip mongers.
The students of Justice Hall thought about this, giving their senior a silent thumbs up—he always knew how to play the game. Hmm, judging by what he just said, it seems this was a playful suggestion from Teacher Zhao some days ago during a chat...
In the gallery where the Mochi crowd was spectating.
"Alas." A certain burly student sighed, shaking his head despairingly.
"Alas~" The students of Justice Hall either walked with lackluster energy or beat their chests and stomped their feet, sighing to the heavens...
They were practically advertising ’failed exams’ on their faces.
At the front, a serious female teacher couldn’t help but stop for a moment, turning back to silently glance at Gu Yiwu and the others who were returning as though from a funeral.
Seeing this, the latter blinked at her but toned down slightly.
Meng Zhengjun lightly shook his head, feeling that these little guys were becoming more like that young Confucian scholar they spent so much time with.
Whether it’s the effect of being close to scarlet turning red, or near black becoming dark...
Thinking of that self-assured fellow who stayed in Great Li to wrap things up, this stern and solemn female teacher pursed her lips and averted her gaze from the mischievous Gu Yiwu and others, saying nothing.
"Oh, is Brother Gu returning triumphantly?" In the corridor next to the Washing Ink Pond at Mochi Academy.
Meng Zhengjun walked at the front.
Gu Yiwu led the Justice Hall students, looking "crestfallen," following behind.
The group had just returned to the Academy from Great Li and was now heading to the Ritual Hall to register relevant details, wrapping up this journey down the mountain.
The originally leisurely, tranquil Mochi Academy was immediately ignited by their return.
Students from the halls and pavilions along the corridor, either memorizing texts or resting, all came out to watch and assess the situation.
"Alas~"
At the front of the returning students, a burly Confucian scholar behind Meng Zhengjun was sighing mournfully, head and waist bowed, looking miserable.
Behind him, a group of Justice Hall students surreptitiously watched their senior’s acting skills, unable to hold back a sigh.
He really knows how to act. Coming back, he first pretends to fail, feigning weak vulnerability, and then stages a grand performance, delivering a hefty slap in the face to those six halls full of gossip mongers.
The students of Justice Hall thought about this, giving their senior a silent thumbs up—he always knew how to play the game. Hmm, judging by what he just said, it seems this was a playful suggestion from Teacher Zhao some days ago during a chat...
On the corridor where Mochi’s people are watching.
"Sigh." A certain burly student wore a long face, shaking his head and sighing.
"Sigh～" The students of Justice Hall either walked listlessly, pounded their chests and stamped their feet, or looked up to the sky and sighed...
They were only missing the words ’failed the exam’ written on their faces.
The stern female teacher at the front couldn’t hold back, paused slightly, turned her head, and silently looked at Gu Yiwu and the other students who returned looking as if they were mourning.
Upon seeing her, they blinked their eyes but also restrained themselves a bit.
Meng Zhengjun shook his head gently, feeling that these youngsters were becoming more and more like that young Confucian scholar they had been spending time with.
Be it the influence of proximity to red or the darkening presence of ink...
Thinking of the one who volunteered to stay behind and wrap things up in Great Li, the stern and serious female teacher pursed her lips, withdrew her gaze from the mischievous Gu Yiwu and others, and said nothing.
"Oh, Brother Gu is this a triumphant return?" On the corridor next to the Washing Ink Pond at Mochi Academy.
Meng Zhengjun walked in front.
Gu Yiwu led the Justice Hall students, looking "downcast" as they followed behind.
The group had just returned from Great Li back to the Academy, and was now heading to the Ritual Hall of the Academy to register the necessary details, wrapping up this trip down the mountain.
The previously idle and peaceful Mochi Academy was immediately set ablaze by the return of their group.
Students reciting or resting in the classrooms and pavilions along the corridor came out to watch and evaluate.
"Sigh～"
At the front of the returning students, a burly Confucian scholar behind Meng Zhengjun was sighing heavily, head and waist bent, wearing a pained expression.
Behind him, a group of Justice Hall students glanced at their senior’s performance, unable to help but sigh.
Ah, the leader is truly a master of acting, pretending to be weak upon return, faking a failed exam, and then executing a brilliant move to slap the faces of those in the Six Halls who love to gossip.
Thinking of this, the Justice Hall students secretly gave their senior a thumbs-up. The leader really knows how to play the game; mm, from what he just said, this seemed to be a suggestion made in jest by Young Teacher Zhao during a chat a few days ago...
On the corridor where Mochi’s people are watching.
"Sigh." A certain burly student wore a long face, shaking his head and sighing.
"Sigh～" The students of Justice Hall either walked listlessly, pounded their chests and stamped their feet, or looked up to the sky and sighed...
They were only missing the words ’failed the exam’
"Sigh～"
At the front of the returning students, a burly Confucian scholar behind Meng Zhengjun was sighing heavily, head and waist bent, wearing a pained expression.
Behind him, a group of Justice Hall students glanced at their senior’s performance, unable to help but sigh.
Ah, the leader is truly a master of acting, pretending to be weak upon return, faking a failed exam, and then executing a brilliant move to slap the faces of those in the Six Halls who love to gossip.
Thinking of this, the Justice Hall students secretly gave their senior a thumbs-up. The leader really knows how to play the game; mm, from what he just said, this seemed to be a suggestion made in jest by Young Teacher Zhao during a chat a few days ago...
On the corridor where Mochi’s people are watching.
"Sigh." A certain burly student wore a long face, shaking his head and sighing.
"Sigh～" The students of Justice Hall either walked listlessly, pounded their chests and stamped their feet, or looked up to the sky and sighed...
They were only missing the words ’failed the exam’ written on their faces.
The stern female teacher at the front couldn’t hold back, paused slightly, turned her head, and silently looked at Gu Yiwu and the other students who returned looking as if they were mourning.
Upon seeing her, they blinked their eyes but also restrained themselves a bit.
Meng Zhengjun shook his head gently, feeling that these youngsters were becoming more and more like that young Confucian scholar they had been spending time with.
Be it the influence of proximity to red or the darkening presence of ink...
Thinking of the one who volunteered to stay behind and wrap things up in Great Li, the stern and serious female teacher pursed her lips, withdrew her gaze from the mischievous Gu Yiwu and others, and said nothing.
"Oh, Brother Gu is this a triumphant return?"
Everyone hurried up