"That being said, even a lion will fight a rabbit with all its might. Senior Brother Meng Yu, this time, we'd like you to help us."

As the students spoke, they looked towards the handsome man on the lecturer's podium.

This Senior Brother Meng Yu is thirty-six years old this year, and his righteous spirit has reached a high level. On weekdays, when the great scholar is not giving lectures, Senior Brother Meng Yu will give lectures on his behalf.

Senior Brother Meng Yu’s attainments in poetry and songs are absolutely perfect.

His poem "Ode to Summer" once amazed the audience and won the admiration of many students.

Meng Yu chuckled, and said with a rather humble attitude:

"He's just a clown. If I go in person, it will only reinforce his status. You guys just go."

Just at this moment, there was a commotion outside.

A group of students ran in with flyers in their hands and gnashed teeth.

"Senior Brother Meng Yu, come and see."

"This arrogant Lin Che is spreading rumors everywhere on the streets right now, and he even made Junior Sister Zhaoxue cry. Look."

Meng Yu frowned, took the flyer, and trembled all over when he saw the title for the first time.

[Nine out of ten people deserve to be looked down upon; a scholar is useless.]

This line of big characters is almost like a slap in the face of all readers.

[Three days later, I, Jing'an Bo, will set up a competition arena at Zuiyue Tower to compete with all the Confucian scholars in poetry and song.]

[If any student wins against me in any of my achievements, I will personally submit a memorial to His Majesty, pleading for mercy on Zhou Xianchun's behalf. Furthermore, I will also give him a Xuan-level sword bestowed by the Emperor.]

If any Confucian scholar considers himself a fool, unlearned, and unskilled, and dares not accept the challenge, he will be considered a loser. If any student present cannot produce a poem or song as good as mine, he will also be considered a loser. If you lose, from now on, whenever you encounter me, you will simply give me three feet away.

This leaflet, or rather challenge letter, does not have many words.

But every word was like a sharp knife stabbing directly into the lungs of the students.

"How dare a mere Earl of Jing'an insult our Confucian Academy!"

Meng Yu was so angry that he tore up the flyer.

On ordinary days, who would dare to mess with these scholars?

After all, among the great men, the writers of books and biographies were all Confucian scholars; anyone who offended them would be infamous for eternity.

But Lin Che didn't seem afraid at all.

The phrase "scholars are good for nothing" is enough to make all students angry.

"Okay, three days later, I'll go there myself and teach this kid a lesson!"

"Great! With Senior Brother Meng Yu personally taking action, Lin Che will regret this. This is such great news, I'll go tell Junior Sister Zhaoxue right away."

Lin Che's provocative flyer had caused the entire Confucian Academy to boil over.

There are still three days left, and all the students are ready to start preparing.

Isn’t it just poetry and songs?

They rely on this to survive in the world, what are they afraid of?

Such a high-profile move is almost equivalent to completely offending the Confucian school.

No big family would dare to do this.

But Lin Che didn't care.

He is going to run away in three months. Now he just wants to make money like crazy. If the Confucians want to target them, then they should target the Zhenguo Mansion.

At this time, in Zuiyue Tower, Sheng Huainan was holding a flyer and reading it over and over again:

"Brother Lin, there's no need to be so cruel. Do you really want to die? Do you know how many scholars are scolding you now? A Confucian sage, five great Confucian scholars, they are also scholars, they are also students. You scold them too."

"Don't worry. These people won't bother me. Just wait and make money in three days."

Lin Che began to talk about his plan again.

The more Sheng Huainan listened, the wider his eyes opened. Finally, he had no choice but to give Lin Che a thumbs-up and muttered to himself:

"You're such a scoundrel! You're such a ruthless person! You're truly a role model for our generation. My admiration for you is like a surging river, endless!"

Two days passed in excitement.

On the morning of the third day, two couplets were hung outside the entrance of Zuiyue Tower.

They are called couplets, but in fact they only have the first line.

clang--

clang--

At the entrance of Zuiyue Tower, Sheng Huainan, who considered himself the most handsome man in Zuiyue Tower, personally struck the gong and shouted:

"Tomorrow is the day when Earl Jing'an will compete with many students in poetry and song."

"Marquis Jing'an said that the current students are of mixed quality, all show and no substance. Therefore, we must test them. If they can't even get in, then go back."

"Here are two couplets. As long as the students can come up with one of the lower couplets when they enter tomorrow, they can enter Zuiyue Tower. If not, we'll have to find another way."

"The first couplet: This wood is from the mountain of firewood."

"Second couplet: Smoke locks the pond willows."