The Shuaixing Hall was quite spacious.
Zhao Rong looked around and saw that about thirty to forty students had already taken their seats, though there were still many empty ones.
"Including us, everyone should be here," Fan Yushu said as he walked.
He noticed Zhao Rong looking around and casually said:
"This academy serves as a relatively fixed venue for activities for us, Shuaixing Hall students. Usually, we can come here for morning and evening readings. If there's any academy business or if our senior Mr. Yu is in the mood to give us a lecture, we will gather here."
Fan Yushu was introducing the place when he noticed a stern-looking woman in the front row staring at him. He turned his head and flashed her a brilliant smile, as if the complaints he had just shared with Zhao Rong outside never existed.
"What about when teachers conduct classes?" Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze and asked.
