The afternoon passed quickly.
Zhao Rong, accompanied by a host of Shuaixing Hall students, left the library and returned to Mochi Academy.
As the deep and distant sound of the ancient bell echoed through the mountain forests,
it also signified the end of this afternoon's calligraphy class.
On the road, the students of Shuaixing Hall were quite lively, with voices of conversation, playfulness, and teasing intermingling.
Zhao Rong, walking ahead, looked back.
Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, laughing and talking.
Although this calligraphy class seemed like they hadn't learned much, having focused instead on the excitement, wasn't that also a reason to be in high spirits?
Shuaixing Hall, though being among the top-ranked academies in Mochi, was mostly filled with, in a certain sense, good students.
But being able to stroll and relax in an Art Studies class was quite nice; was this what joyful education meant?
