Chapter 19 Fang Yi'ai Gets Beaten Up, Kong Siye
"What is it?" Wei Shuyu frowned.
"I'm asking you, did you beat up Changsun Chong and Cheng Huailiang at Wanhua Pavilion yesterday?" Fang Yi'ai asked arrogantly.
"none of your business!"
Pushing Fang Yi'ai aside, Wei Shuyu was about to enter the Imperial Academy.
Fang Yi'ai blocked his way once again...
"Wei Shuyu, I challenge you!"
"I do not accept it."
Wei Shuyu pushed Fang Yi'ai away again.
"You coward, you wimp! I, Fang Yi'ai, despise you!"
Fang Yi'ai continued to hurl insults, but Wei Shuyu ignored him and walked toward the gate on his own.
"Shut up!"
However, while Wei Shuyu could tolerate it, Choi Shin-ki, his devoted fan, could not!
At the Imperial College, Cui Shenji was a local tyrant!
Raise your hand...
Snap!
Huh? The shot missed; Fang Yi'ai dodged it.
I'll slap you again!
Huh? It dodged again.
Although Fang Yi'ai was the son of the civil official Fang Xuanling, he was quite skilled in martial arts.
"waste."
Fang Yi'ai kicked Choi Shin-ki to the ground.
"Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!" Choi Shin-ki got up, patted his butt, and charged at Fang Yi-ai again with a roar.
The result remains unchanged.
Fang Yi'ai quickly knocked him to the ground.
"Waaah... Big brother, help me!" Choi Shin-ki cried out urgently.
Wei Shuyu was speechless.
If you can't beat them, why are you showing off?
Is it fun to get beaten up?
The incident at the main gate attracted many students, who pointed and whispered but dared not intervene.
The Imperial Academy was the most prestigious institution of learning in the Tang Dynasty, and most of its students were tribute students or students who had passed the imperial examinations...
How could they afford to offend the son of a high-ranking official like Choi Shin-ki?
"Let him go!" Wei Shuyu shouted.
"So you accept my challenge?" Fang Yi'ai stepped on Choi Shen-ki, arrogant and overbearing.
"Why do you challenge me?" Wei Shuyu asked, puzzled.
Why?
Naturally, it's because of what happened last night...
Only if Changsun Chong and Cheng Huailiang defeat Wei Shuyu can they marry the princess.
Outsiders might not know this news, but how could Fang Xuanling, as Li Shimin's chief steward, not know it?
Fang Xuanling only mentioned it casually, but Fang Yi'ai remembered it.
He wants to be the prince consort too!
If Fang Yi'ai defeats Wei Shuyu, does that mean he can also become a prince consort?
"I'll beat you, Princess Shang!" Fang Yi'ai raised his fist.
“If you challenge me, you’d better be prepared to get a black eye and a swollen face,” Wei Shuyu replied with a smile.
"That depends on whether you have the ability."
Fang Yi'ai roared and charged toward Wei Shuyu.
Somersaults and side flips...
A whole bunch of fancy and flashy things.
Finally, he delivered a side kick in mid-air, aiming straight for Wei Shuyu's head.
Are you putting on a monkey show?
Wei Shuyu didn't even blink, and casually kicked Fang Yiai in the abdomen.
In his eyes, Fang Yi'ai had only practiced some fancy moves and had no real combat experience whatsoever.
With a bang, Fang Yi'ai was kicked several meters away, clutching his stomach and kneeling on the ground, his face turning a purplish-red from the pain.
"Big Brother is mighty! Big Brother is awesome!"
Choi Sin-ki is back in action, once again becoming a devoted fanboy.
"Little Jiji, the rest is up to you," Wei Shuyu casually instructed.
"Okay, leave it to me, don't worry."
Choi Shin-ki agreed, then called Wang Xiu, and the two began to punch and kick Fang Yi-ai.
He couldn't beat Fang Yi'ai in his prime, but surely he could beat him even when he was half-crippled?
Before long, Fang Yiai's head swelled up like a pig's head.
"Waaah... Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!" Fang Yi'ai wailed, begging for mercy.
He had considered the possibility of defeat, but he never expected to lose so badly.
According to his plan, it should have gone through several hundred rounds before he narrowly lost...
"Trash, you dare to challenge Big Brother with your lousy skills? Do you admit defeat?" Choi Shin-ki patted Fang Yi-ai's pig-headed face.
"I...I give up." Fang Yi'ai admitted defeat.
“If you take the medicine, then pay the medical bills,” Choi Shin-ki said.
"No need, I have enough money." Fang Yi'ai replied naively.
*Smack*
Choi Shin-ki raised his hand and smacked him on the head.
"What do you mean you still have money? Do you still want us to pay your medical bills?"
"What...what is that?"
"My older brother kicked you, and his leg is injured. Shouldn't you pay some medical expenses?"
"ah?"
"What do you mean 'huh'? Pay up!"
Forced by Choi Shin-ki's tyranny, Fang Yi-ai had no choice but to obediently hand over the money.
"Remember this, from now on at the Imperial Academy, Wei Shuyu is the eldest brother. You must bow to your eldest brother when you see him, understand?" Cui Shenji patted Fang Yiai's cheek again.
"Understood."
Fang Yi'ai stood up shakily and bowed to Wei Shuyu.
Choi Shin-ki ran to Wei Shu-yu's side and smiled as he took credit: "Big brother, it's done."
"Hmm." Wei Shuyu turned and entered the Imperial College.
After strolling around the Imperial College, Wei Shuyu found himself surrounded by the sound of students reciting texts, mostly in classical Chinese, which he couldn't quite understand.
Feeling bored, he returned to his study where he read.
As soon as I stepped inside, my friends of similar age swarmed around me, all calling me "Big Brother"...
Wei Shuyu's eye twitched.
Why do I feel like a bandit leader?
"Get out of my way!" Choi Shin-ki roared. "How dare you all look at our eldest brother like that?"
After dismissing the crowd, Choi Shin-ki immediately bowed and invited, "Brother, please."
After a quick glance, I realized I had indeed led people astray.
Choi Shin-ki's behavior makes him seem more and more like a cunning strategist—useless at everything but a master at flattery.
Back in his seat, Wei Shuyu fell into deep thought.
He felt it was necessary to change this situation.
As a top soldier, he was an unruly and roguish soldier.
Choi Shin-ki, on the other hand, idolized him to death and imitated everything he did.
If this trend spreads from one person to another, what will become of us?
Won't they all become thugs from now on?
"Big news, big news! Confucius will be coming to our place today."
"Is that Director Kong?"
"He's coming to give us a lecture?"
"Absolutely! It was personally taught by Confucius, that's incredible."
At that moment, the students began to cheer, each one looking on with admiration.
Master Kong, Director Kong?
After thinking for a moment, Wei Shuyu immediately pictured an old man in his mind.
Kong Yingda.
In the seventh year of the Zhenguan era, he was still the Director of Studies at the Imperial Academy, and it was not until the twelfth year of the Zhenguan era that he was promoted to Chancellor.
Of course, the title of Siyue alone wouldn't have caused everyone to be so excited.
Who among those who could study with Wei Shuyu didn't have an elder who held a high-ranking official position?
What's truly exciting is that Kong Yingda's surname is Kong, and he is the 32nd generation descendant of Confucius.
Confucius said: "Is it not pleasant to learn with constant perseverance and application?"
An excited heart, trembling lips.
One by one, the students began to recite the Analects.
Wei Shuyu yawned. In his previous life, he had joined the army because he was bad at studying. As soon as he heard the sound of reading, that familiar drowsiness came back.
Before long, Wei Shuyu fell asleep on the table.
thump thump thump...
While I was sleeping soundly, I heard a knocking sound.
When Wei Shuyu opened his eyes, he saw a stern-looking middle-aged scholar staring at him with a ruler in his hand.
"Is the school a place to sleep? Hold out your hand."
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