Actually, according to the Academy's schedule, there was a Calligraphy class this morning at Shuaixing Hall.
So last night's evening self-study session at Shuaixing Hall was overseen by Zhu Yourong.
However, despite multiple classes in the morning, Zhu Yourong didn't go.
She had an assistant to do the grunt work, allowing her to happily goof off.
Zhu Yourong planned to change her battleground and go to Jingchen Hall to grade papers.
She hadn't walked far from the flower garden when a small head popped out from the flowers by the roadside.
"Teacher, where are you going? Is it to the city? Ah, wait for me..."
The girl wearing a straw hat tossed aside her watering can, ready to follow along, but Zhu Yourong's words almost made her trip.
"No, I'm going to Jingchen Hall to grade exams."
