My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 167 - 148 The Blue-Clothed Girl

Chapter 167: Chapter 148: The Blue-Clothed Girl

Chapter 167: Chapter 148: The Blue-Clothed Girl

The girl was clad in a pale blue Attendant Student outfit, with a wide, long white belt, and wore a little white Attendant Student cap on her head

All her hair was tucked inside the cap, revealing only a round, rosy-cheeked face with white teeth and red lips.

Her facial features were softly curved, and her cheeks carried a hint of pale pink.

Outside the door, the scholars quietened down the moment they saw a blue-clothed girl, and where was the earlier hustle and bustle?

Unconsciously, they all moved back a few steps in uncanny unison, and afterwards, some looked up at the sky while others counted ants.

Some even took out a potted plant from their book boxes, cradling it in their arms, tending and pruning with deep affection in their eyes…

After the blue-clothed girl opened the door, she looked left and right, her large, shiny black eyes glancing left and then right, lively as a little bird.

For a moment, it was quieter outside the side door than it had been when it was closed.

A small blue-clothed girl thus faced off with hundreds of scholars for three breaths’ time.

After looking around for a few moments, she smacked her lips and, with her slender arms behind her back, slightly lifted her chin and leisurely stepped out from the doorway.

The blue-clothed girl stood on the steps, ignoring the crowd below and stared straight ahead.

However, being quite short, even while standing on the steps, she was still shorter than the people below. There wasn’t much she could see.

The scholars hurriedly moved aside, creating a pathway for her gaze.

With her hands behind her back, still pursing her red lips which slightly curled at the edges, she surveyed the Bamboo Forest ahead, nodded her chin slightly, turned around with maturity beyond her years, and prepared to head back inside, her feet pointed outward.

Zhao Rong tiptoed to watch this scene, carefully observing the blue-clothed girl’s demeanor and the expressions and movements of the many scholars around him.

He raised his hand and pinched his chin.

Who was this little girl?

An Academy Teacher reverting to youth?

Dressed as an Attendant Student, she didn’t quite seem to fit the profile. Moreover, the expressions of these early arrivals were a bit off…

Just then,

the awe-inspiring blue-clothed girl, just as she was about to step over the threshold, suddenly stopped in her tracks!

She sharply turned to look at the two open wooden doors.

Immediately after, the blue-clothed girl turned back sharply.

Her mouth slightly open, she glared at the scholars below with her big black eyes, full of anger.

The undeveloped chest of the little girl heaved, and the hands she had held behind her back were now at her sides.

She glared, slowly nodded her head, and stood straight, shaking her scallion-like finger up and down, pointing around at the crowd below.

All the scholars down the steps hurried to avert their eyes, not daring to meet her gaze. Many of them waved their hands and shook their heads in the direction she pointed.

All this happened in silence; the scene remained quiet, except for some faint noise coming from afar.

Zhao Rong curiously observed this scene that seemed to unfold with mutual understanding.

He had not yet figured it out,

when the blue-clothed girl suddenly stomped her foot, twisted her body, and ran off in a flurry.

The wooden door remained open, allowing a glimpse into a corner of the pavilions and towers inside the Academy.

After she left,

many breathed a sigh of relief. That peculiar scholar whom Zhao Rong had been curiously observing as he intently watched a potted plant also sighed softly and put away the pot he held.

Zhao Rong blinked, puzzled, and considered asking around for information, but seeing the reticent demeanor of those around him, he felt it was futile to ask.

He thought about going back to a distant tavern to inquire, as he had when he first arrived, but it was too late now; a Teacher from the Academy might appear at any moment.

He thought about it and then decided to let it go.

Soon after.

Open doors revealed some figures inside.

The crowd of scholars at the foot of the stairs surged forward.

Unfortunately, those figures were not the eagerly awaited teachers of the academy, but some jade-adorned scholars of the academy.

However, the crowd did not retreat or show much disappointment.

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A few scholars descended the stairs.

The crowd quickly made way.

“Brother Chen…”

“Brother Gu…”

“Brother Li…”

Many scholars in the crowd called out affectionately.

The crowd responded, their voices overlapping.

Most scholars paid little attention to the crowd’s attempts to socialize, merely smiling, then continued on their way.

However, one amiable scholar slowly stopped, smiled at the crowd, and reminded them:

“I just saw Teacher Shen leaving class and heading this way, probably to fetch some wine, just behind me not far. You guys are in luck, better get ready quickly.”

Having said that, he did not wait for a response and walked away with a light laugh.

“Is it Teacher Shen!?”

“Teacher Shen hasn’t come out for half a month, today he finally came out to get wine, ah, how can Teacher drink for half a month with one purchase?”

“You don’t understand, Teacher Shen likes wine but not excessively; he enjoys poetry, and I heard he dips his brush in wine before writing poetry, just tasting enough to satisfy his craving, unlike your heavy drinking?”

“Thanks for the tip, Brother Yue!”

“That guy a year ago was really lucky, ran an errand for Teacher Shen, wrote a poem urging drinking, I don’t think it was even that great, and he ended up being recommended by Teacher Shen, ah! I was right there, if only I had rushed…”

The crowd outside the side entrance suddenly became lively.

Previously mostly silent, the scholars began to enthusiastically prepare, rubbing their hands in anticipation.

Zhao Rong was initially puzzled, but after listening carefully to the snatches of conversation, his eyes lit up slightly.

It seemed his luck wasn’t too bad. Although he had missed the triennial assessment at Linlu Academy, he had arrived just in time to encounter a teacher who probably loved poetry about to go out.

Like urging drink poems, right?

I’ll ensure you down the wine you planned to savor for half a month in one gulp!

Zhao Rong cracked his knuckles, loosening his joints.

After all, he was about to steal the show and catch everyone’s attention.

No, he needed to rub his face too, Zhao Rong Zhao Ziyu, he couldn’t afford to look too smug or wild later, must keep it modest and low-key, ah yes, a slight smile will do, but it shouldn’t be too stiff.

Hey, why does it feel “giving a polite yet not awkward smile” is harder than being “appreciated and recommended by the academy teacher”?

Forget it, pondering over these unique worries of mine is fruitless, who can I share this lonely feeling with…

Qing Jun, Little One, your husband will be here soon…

Just as Zhao Rong was lost in his thoughts, a sudden surge of noise erupted from outside the gate!

“Teacher Shen!”

“Teacher Shen, I have already bought your wine, this is from Cui Xian Pavilion’s peach blossom brew, please accept it!”

“Teacher Shen, I have long admired you, I can recite every one of your poems, I am not very talented, but I have polished a fine poem over the last few years, I hope you can take a look and offer corrections…”

The crowd outside became tumultuous, the scholars mobbed the figure who had just emerged, and Zhao Rong, standing on tiptoes, still couldn’t see Teacher Shen’s face.

But he wasn’t in a hurry, just straightened his clothing and stood patiently on the roadside, where Teacher Shen was bound to pass.