Zhu Yourong said formally, "I believe Ziyu can handle it well. Xuanji, Han Wenfu, what do you think? And you, Ziyu?"
Zhao Rong replied softly, "Mr. Zhu, either is fine; please arrange as you see fit."
Likened to a statue, Yu Huaijin finally showed some movement, tilting her head slightly to glance at Zhao Rong and, after a moment, she gently nodded.
Seeing this, Zhu Yourong's lips curved up slightly, but just then—
"Teacher, maybe… let's choose someone else," Han Wenfu suddenly said.
He turned his head, his smile brilliant as he looked at Zhao Rong, and said sincerely,
"In my Cultivation Hall, all are stubborn students. I am quite helpless. They do not listen to my instructions and only stay quiet during class under the Academy Teachers' supervision. It's the same with Calligraphy class. Thus, brother fears that Zhao brother might suffer the nuisance of those fellows, affecting the teaching. Mr. Zhu, perhaps choose someone else. Zhao brother, I truly apologize."
