County school.
Instructor Xu arrived at the classroom with a gloomy expression.
Seeing Mr. Xu's expression, the students immediately sat up straight.
"Knowing when to stop leads to stability; stability leads to tranquility."
Only when one is calm can one find peace; only when one is at peace can one contemplate; only when one contemplates can one attain…
Mr. Xu's voice was calm and collected, "Only by knowing that one must strive for the highest good can one have a clear direction in one's will, and only then can one's heart remain undisturbed..."
As he was speaking, Mr. Xu suddenly heard snickers behind him.
His gaze was stern.
Quietly walked from the front to the back.
Lu Chengfeng was engrossed in reading a storybook when he suddenly noticed the silence. He looked up, startled, and glanced around before secretly tossing the storybook to someone's feet.
Sit up straight and pretend nothing happened.
Hearing the sound, Lü Yunchuan turned his head to look.
At this moment, Mr. Xu arrived.
The first thing that catches the eye is that familiar storybook.
Instructor Xu's face turned ashen, and he demanded in a deep voice, "Whose is it?"
The others all changed color. They had never seen the gentleman so agitated as they were today. What was wrong with him?
That storybook was closest to Lü Yunchuan.
It was a little far from Lu Chengfeng.
Instructor Xu stared at Lü Yunchuan: "Is it yours?"
"No, I never read storybooks; it would interfere with my studies."
Instructor Xu's expression softened slightly. Although he disliked the boy's large frame and rough skin, which made him look nothing like a young scholar, he nodded slightly upon hearing his words.
She then asked Lu Chengfeng, her expression softening slightly: "Is it yours?"
Lu Chengfeng said in a deep voice, "I never read such stories. They're a waste of time. I usually read serious books like 'An Introduction to Poetry and Lyrics,' not this kind of book. It doesn't help my studies at all."
Instructor Xu was increasingly satisfied, especially with the boy's gentle and refined manner, calm demeanor, excellent academic performance, and, to make matters worse, his family background.
Receiving no response, Instructor Xu stared intently at the two of them and said calmly, "They don't just appear out of nowhere. If you admit it now, you'll at most get a scolding and be punished by copying homework. But if someone reports you, the consequences will be severe!"
Lu Chengfeng's face looked slightly pale.
He glanced at the few lackeys around him.
Lu Yunchuan calmly replied, "It's definitely not mine."
The henchmen immediately understood.
"Sir, this is his. I saw him reading miscellaneous books in the school earlier, but I don't know if they were storybooks?"
"You're lying!"
Lü Yunchuan glared angrily.
Then another young man in brocade robes suddenly appeared.
"Just a few days ago, I saw him looking around at the door of the study, hesitant and undecided!"
Lu Chengfeng's lips curled up slightly, a clever statement, half true and half false.
Shi Jingxing shook his head slightly, watching the young man being attacked by several people, and seeing that Instructor Xu's expression was getting more and more unpleasant.
Suddenly, someone chimed in, "Sir, Lu Yunchuan's family is poor. A storybook costs at least several dozen coins. It would be unwise for him to buy a storybook."
Lu Yunchuan cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Shi."
Lu Chengfeng said irritably, "That's true, maybe you stole these words yourself, hahaha..."
Anger can be accumulated.
Normally, the farm boy was ostracized by these people simply because his family was poor, yet he had an arrogant and unapproachable demeanor, and his academic performance was sometimes several places higher than Lu Chengfeng's.
During their study tour to Qingxia Village, the farm boy also sensed the man's malice.
They were young after all, their blood was boiling.
*Smack!* Someone grabbed Lu Chengfeng's crotch.
Squeeze it hard!
There were no fancy moves; it was simple and straightforward.
Immediately, Lu Chengfeng rolled his eyes and broke out in a cold sweat.
"??? Holy crap, this guy's tactics are really underhanded."
The other lackeys also felt a tightness in their crotches.
Lu Yunchuan's voice seemed to spark: "Apologize!"
Instructor Xu scolded, "Enough! What kind of talk is this? You are scholars, do you have any dignity? This is the despicable behavior of Ishii, a scoundrel! Let him go!"
Several henchmen grabbed him and started punching and kicking him.
Instructor Xu scolded them several times before stopping them.
“Anyone who fights in class will be punished by copying the Rules for Students fifty times; any other physical altercation will be punished in the same way.”
Lu Yunchuan's face turned ugly. He suddenly stared straight at Instructor Xu and asked, "Sir, do you really prefer to believe them rather than me?"
Instructor Xu was slightly annoyed: "How can I believe you? Three or five people are talking about you, why don't they talk about others? Don't you really have any problems yourself?"
"Don't tell me he's targeting you. What about him targeting other people?"
Do you really think you have absolutely no problems?
"Well, it's your problem. Why don't you frame others?" This left the boy speechless.
He was somewhat stunned, never expecting his husband to ask him that.
Instructor Xu looked at him with disgust.
I already disliked him, and being questioned in court only made me dislike him even more.
He flicked his sleeves and left.
Shi Jingxing felt something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
The boy, who was originally at peace, suddenly felt a surge of anger.
A chorus of sighs and mockery erupted from the surrounding crowd.
...
Qingyunlou sat alone in his study, watching comments being copied from the online forum.
"I admit that Mr. Qingyun's storytelling is very good, but compared to that, I still prefer Mr. Liaozhai's stories about eccentric scholars, and recently, I also like Mr. Xu Liang, who wrote about the White-Browed Hero."
"Use your brain! Mr. Liaozhai was just a writer of erotic and erotic stories. Apart from writing about things between men and women, in what way could he compare to Mr. Qingyun, a Confucian scholar who writes serious vernacular stories?"
"Forget it, the themes are completely different, what's the point of comparing them?"
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