Zhu Yourong's movements paused slightly, and she opened her lips slightly, "I also heard that Meng Zhengjun's Ritual Skill assessment seems to be sending the students away from the Academy?"
Zhao Rong's eyes narrowed in appreciation of the writing, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.
Where did you hear that, so much... truth?
"Yes, tomorrow is the last deadline, and it should be finalized and announced," she replied.
Zhu Yourong appeared calm and graceful, continuing to write with one hand while the other hung by her side.
She seemed to be just slightly concerned and then said no more.
Not far away, Yu Huaijin and Jingzi, seeing that it was merely an ordinary teacher-student conversation with nothing amiss, shifted their attention slightly away.
Zhu Yourong's eyes shifted downward to the paper on the table, she suddenly instructed, "Ziyu, open your hand and help me hold down the paper."
