Mo Zhaoxue immediately became angry: "Don't be so sarcastic in front of me. You are a grown man, what else can you do besides bullying weak women?"
"Everyone, don't forget. Lin Che once wrote a poem: A scholar is useless!"
"That's insulting all of us. Have you men forgotten so quickly? We, the good sisters, haven't forgotten."
There were many female students around, who had originally had a good relationship with Mo Zhaoxue. Now, thinking of Lin Che's words "a scholar is good for nothing", they also began to get angry.
At this time, Wen Wuyang was watching the show and suddenly interrupted:
"Where are you, my dear sisters? The Champion Marquis came to the Great Confucian Academy, but you stopped him and insulted him. I wonder if His Majesty would be angry if he knew about this?"
The female students were about to say something and had even thought of poems to criticize Lin Che, but they were suddenly stuck.
These students are not nerds who are oblivious to what is happening outside. Lin Che's reputation has been unparalleled recently.
Even the Prince of Yanyun State, Gong Chengyin, was killed by Lin Che. The newly promoted Marquis Guanjun was not someone to be messed with lightly.
Seeing this, Lin Che simply waved his hand.
"Everyone—I was indeed a bit reckless when trying to raise funds for disaster relief. This line of poetry doesn't even cover the whole story."
"Since we've already brought this up, I might as well recite the entire poem. Whether or not it's an insult to scholars, you can all decide for yourself!!"
Zhong Su was very supportive: "Great. Brother Lin wants to write a poem, we are all ears."
Lin Che tried hard to recall, then circulated his Qi, and his voice spread far away:
"Immortals are boundless and yet to be found, I only know that I am alone in the night and cannot make peace."
"The windblown puffs carry away the air of sorrowful songs, while the muddy fluff stains me with a reputation of being unfaithful."
"Nine out of ten people deserve to be looked down upon, and a scholar is useless."
"Don't let your sorrow in poetry become a prophecy; spring birds and autumn insects make their own sounds."
After the poem was recited, all the students trembled.
They didn't say it, but they really thought so in their hearts. This poem really touched their hearts.
They are also angry at this world. Although scholars are full of knowledge, unfortunately they cannot realize their ambitions. They have great ambitions but have no place to display them.
In fact, they are destined to cultivate that pitiful righteousness throughout their lives and cannot make any further progress.
It is impossible to support yourself and your family by relying on this bit of righteousness.
However, the last sentence "Spring birds and autumn insects make their own sounds" immediately gave them a glimmer of hope.
In this case, Lin Che didn't really mean to scold them.
Lin Che felt the same way.
"Brother Lin—you understand us!"
Lin Che gently waved his hand to stop everyone from praising him. At this moment, he actually sensed a different aura.
It was like basking in the sun, my whole body relaxed, and even my soul seemed to have undergone a subtle change.
This feeling should be the sensation of righteousness.
Is it that simple?
"Zhong Su, bring me some pen and ink!"
"I suddenly got an inspiration to write a battle poem!!"
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