Chapter 20 Kong Yingda
Why are you reaching out your hand?
Wei Shuyu, who had just woken up, looked slightly confused.
Looking around, he saw Choi Shin-ki frantically giving him meaningful glances.
Well, with your winking and smirking, it would be a miracle if I could understand you.
Wei Shuyu spread his hands...
Seeing this, the middle-aged scholar raised his ruler and struck Wei Shuyu's palm.
Upon being attacked, Wei Shuyu reflexively withdrew his hand, then threw a punch with even greater speed.
Bang.
The middle-aged scholar staggered two steps, his left eye swollen into a panda eye.
"You wicked disciple!"
The middle-aged scholar covered his left eye, looking on in disbelief.
"Uh..." Wei Shuyu seemed to have just come to his senses.
The guy in front of me looks like my teacher, and this punch seems to have caused trouble again.
Big brother is awesome! Big brother is mighty!
At the same time, Choi Sin-ki admired Wei Shu-yu even more. If he dared to hit even the teacher, what else wouldn't he dare to beat?
Not only him, but all the other students in the school looked shocked.
Only a few people showed a gloating expression, such as... Fang Yi'ai.
"Sir, I'm sorry, it was a conditioned reflex..." Wei Shuyu awkwardly withdrew his hand.
"Wei Shuyu, how dare you assault your teacher?" the middle-aged scholar roared angrily.
"Sir, these are normal reactions for martial artists. When attacked, they will instinctively retaliate. Although I made a mistake, it was unintentional," Wei Shuyu earnestly defended himself.
"Still trying to argue."
The middle-aged scholar slammed the ruler on the table: "You dozed off in the classroom and assaulted the teacher, and you still think you're right?"
"Alright." Wei Shuyu held out his hand: "Go ahead and hit me."
He didn't care if his palms were slapped a few times; it didn't hurt or itch.
He secretly vowed never to come to the Imperial Academy again.
"Lord Wei was upright and incorruptible throughout his life, how could he have fathered such a stubborn child as you?" The middle-aged scholar was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at his son.
"Then go ask my father," Wei Shuyu said nonchalantly.
"Shut up!" The middle-aged scholar was startled.
Blame Wei Zheng?
He had the audacity to criticize the current prime minister.
I almost fell into Wei Shuyu's trap.
If someone with ulterior motives misinterprets the meaning and relays it to Wei Zheng, he will be in jeopardy with his position as an instructor.
"Today you committed three offenses in the classroom: dozing off, assaulting the teacher, and talking back to the teacher. Do you admit it?" the middle-aged scholar reprimanded.
"recognize."
"Do you accept the punishment your teacher gave you?"
"recognize."
"Since you've shown a good attitude in admitting your mistake, I'll give you... ten slaps on the palm of your hand, and then make you stand in the corner for a day."
He originally intended to give Wei Zheng fifty slaps on the palm, but considering Wei Zheng's presence, the middle-aged Confucian scholar did not dare to punish him too severely.
"oh."
Wei Shuyu spread his hands out.
Snap snap snap...
After slapping his palm ten times, he didn't even blink.
The middle-aged scholar couldn't help but touch his left eye socket, then gasped in pain.
It's not worth it...
"Continue your studies."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar picked up the Analects and began teaching again.
Wei Shuyu was drowsy listening to this, but because he was being punished by standing, he didn't fall asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged Confucian scholar finally finished his lesson.
That concludes today's lesson.
Confucius said, "To learn and at due times to practice what one has learned, is that not also a pleasure?" Now let's review what we just taught: "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening." What does that mean?
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of privileged young men all put on their ostrich-like act.
There was no way around it; everyone was drawn to the middle-aged scholar's panda eyes, making it impossible to concentrate on studying.
Many more, however, were simply idolizing Wei Shuyu…
"Wei Shuyu, you tell us."
Seeing that no one responded, the middle-aged scholar directly named Wei Shuyu.
"Huh? What?"
Wei Shuyu was still in a daze when he heard someone call his name, and he immediately came back to his senses.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar's face was ashen, but he still reiterated: "Explain what 'If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening' means."
I can't explain this.
If I had been good at studying, would I have needed to join the army in my past life?
No, it seems I wasn't taught the Analects in my previous life either.
"What? Can't answer?" the middle-aged scholar urged.
"I found out this morning that I'm on my way to your house, and I'll kill you tonight!" Wei Shuyu replied after thinking for a moment.
Bang.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar slammed the ruler down on the table, his cheeks turning a dark purplish-black.
"What do you mean?" the middle-aged scholar shouted angrily.
"What do you mean?" Wei Shuyu asked, puzzled.
"I just punished you for your own good, but how could you be so heartless and plan to take revenge on me!" the middle-aged scholar reprimanded sternly.
"What did I take revenge on?" Wei Shuyu blinked.
"Didn't you just say that you found out the way to my house this morning and were going to kill me tonight?" The middle-aged scholar was furious.
Wei Shuyu was embarrassed: "I was explaining the meaning of 'If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening'."
The middle-aged scholar was taken aback: "So this is your understanding of that sentence?"
"yes."
"This child is beyond redemption!" the middle-aged Confucian scholar roared. "Is that how you interpret that sentence?"
"Isn't that so?"
"This means that if one learns the truth in the morning, it is not necessarily wrong to die that very night!"
"oh."
"Your mind is wandering in the classroom, not paying attention. Hold out your hand!" The middle-aged scholar tapped the table with a ruler.
Well, I'm going to get a slap in the face again.
Wei Shuyu rolled his eyes.
"interesting……"
Just then, an old, mocking voice rang out from outside the door.
The crowd looked in the direction of the voice and saw a spirited little old man walking with his hands behind his back, followed by several Confucian scholars.
"Kong Siye".
Upon seeing the visitor, the middle-aged scholar hurriedly bowed.
The group of children around them followed suit and bowed as well.
"Aren't you going to bow yet?" Seeing Wei Shuyu staring blankly, the middle-aged scholar hurriedly urged.
"Without learning etiquette, one cannot stand upright." Kong Yingda stroked his beard and said, "You must be Wei Shuyu. Why do you not bow to this old man?"
Wei Shuyu, who was about to bow, froze.
Since you've put it that way, how can I not refute you?
Do you really think I'm an eleven-year-old kid?
“You barged in without permission when the teacher was giving a lesson, which was rude of you.”
As Wei Shuyu finished speaking, everyone in the room was stunned.
Even Kong Yingda's hand, which was stroking his beard, paused.
"Shut up! How dare you be so disrespectful to Master Kong!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar broke out in a cold sweat.
Weren't you being quite obedient just now? Why are you suddenly being stubborn?
"As expected of Wei Zheng's son, he's quite the smooth talker." Kong Yingda didn't mind either: "I was rash in this matter."
The most shocking thing is that Kong Yingda actually apologized.
Although it was just a reckless remark, it was also a tacit admission that he had made a mistake first.
"To know one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue." Wei Shuyu nodded; he still knew how to pronounce these simple words.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar felt like dying.
How could I have taught such a bold and reckless student who even dared to reprimand Kong Yingda?
"Now, may you bow to me?"
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