Among the students, only a few had expressions mixed with weariness.
Among these tired-looking students was Li Xueyou, who lifted her sore wrist, rubbed it, and handed in the "little bit of homework" to Senior Yu.
Writing the character "永" a thousand times.
Completing it overnight was a bit rushed.
Especially for those who took their writing seriously.
If someone was just scribbling carelessly, then it was much easier.
Of course, there were a few students with cultivation who managed to write a thousand characters earnestly and still looked normal, but they were the minority.
Zhao Rong's expression was calm, but he was quietly observing the expressions of the people below the stage.
Without even seeing the submitted homework, he already knew quite a bit.
However, after surveying the crowd, Zhao Rong felt somewhat pessimistic.
Beyond predicting the quality of the homework's completion.
He also noticed that most of the Shuaixing Hall students looked displeased,
