As she was bowing, she slightly raised her head, lips pressed tightly, her gaze meeting his with a questioning look.
Fan Yushu momentarily forgot to return the gesture and reply; his eyes gradually widened, and the next second, his head whipped violently toward a certain direction.
Fan Yushu's eyes widened as he looked at Zhao Rong, whose face was as calm as Ping Lake, still carrying a hint of incredulity.
Since Shuaixing Hall started admitting new students over two months ago, whenever Fan Yushu was present, he had never seen Yu Huaijin at a loss or admitting fault.
It was always her with a stern face, teaching and convincing others methodically, even lecturing carefree and casual teachers within the Academy, like their Poetry teacher, for dressing inappropriately or drinking during classes.
In the Six Halls of Mochi Academy, she was practically a "little schoolmaster," no less strict and rigid than the Academy's formal supervisors.
