Zhu Yourong didn't look at the person, she glanced at the audience and casually said, "No tasks tonight. Carry on, pretend I'm not here."
After she spoke, she sat on the lectern, supporting her chin absentmindedly.
But Senior Yu didn't speak, and the hall remained very quiet.
Everyone was eagerly watching Mr. Zhu on stage.
The two sides stared at each other for a while.
Zhu Yourong was a little helpless, "What are you all looking at me for?"
The students shifted their gaze to the straight-backed silhouette of a girl in the front row.
Zhu Yourong turned her head and said softly to Yu Huaijin, "Xuanji, go to Jingchen Hall, inform the attendant student on duty there, and have them send over the calligraphy exam papers. I'll grade them here; no need to jostle with the other teachers."
Yu Huaijin stood up, looked back at everyone, and said, "Keep it down and study by yourselves." Then he turned and left Shuaixing Hall.
