The next day, afternoon.
It was another Calligraphy class in Shuaixing Hall.
Like the previous classes, Zhao Rong led the students of Shuaixing Hall out of the lecture hall for another field teaching session — "joyful education."
However, this time was a bit different; under Zhao Rong's guidance, the group went straight to Linlu Mountain, which they had visited before, without any diversions.
After arriving at the base of the mountain, they rested for a while at Zibei Pavilion, and then followed Zhao Rong up the stone steps, entering a corridor that led further up the mountain.
Winding along the corridor, Zhao Rong was reviewing a large stack of reading reflections he had recently collected while leading the way ahead.
His eyes quickly scanned through these papers, occasionally flipping back a few pages to check the student's names on the first page.
Gradually, his brow furrowed.
