At this moment, Zhao Rong was sitting upright, listening to the lecture, holding a fine wolf-hair brush in his hand, occasionally bowing his head to write something on the rice paper.
Before he could react to the gaze from Li Jinsu, Fan Yushu, who was sitting next to him, had swiftly risen to his feet, fetched a book of Confucian Classics commentary, and walked to the back to give it to a new student in attendance.
This book was one each attendee of the lecture received, and these miscellaneous tasks of distributing and passing things were always handled by students of the teachers.
Zhao Rong's expression remained unchanged; he did not turn around.
He had grown accustomed to Fan Yushu's actions. This fellow always appeared proactive, earnestly studious, and exemplary in front of Teacher Yan and various older classmates, always taking the lead in whatever he did.
But in private…
