Chapter 5 5 Friction to the point of doubting life

Jiang Zhou was dumbfounded: Who am I, where am I, what happened?

He saw a white, slender little hand pressing his big hand down tightly.

"How...how...is it possible!"

Liu Boxing: "Jiang Zhou, you are not deliberately giving in to Miss An because she is pretty!"

An Rui: “This is too fast!”

A group of friends were stunned by Jiang Zhou's quick defeat.

Zhu Shijing looked at Jiang Zhou who looked confused and asked, "How did you lose?!"

"I, I want to know too." Jiang Zhou looked incredulous, as if muttering to himself.

Leng Xiangbai and Li Ziyu, who was sitting by the window without moving, looked at the woman with strange eyes.

It was as if the person who had just easily pressed the arm of a man who was taller and stronger than her onto the table was not her.

"Who else wants to go to heaven? Come and challenge me?"

A funny guy, a fool, huddled together and looked at her in fear, trembling in an exaggerated manner.

The entire building was silent for a moment, as if the only sound that could be heard was each other's breathing.

An Xin glanced at the six people and said, "If no one comes up to challenge us, then you will know who is the boss here in the academy."

I saw that they were all as quiet as chickens, not saying a word.

An Xin raised his white fist in a ruffian manner, "If you give up your right to fight for freedom today, and you continue to be dissatisfied and talk nonsense in the future, don't blame me for suppressing you with my fist."

An Xin stood straight with her back straight, and spoke in an awe-inspiring and arrogant manner, with an expression that made anyone want to punch her in the face.

Zhu Shijing, who was the most dignified among the six people, glanced at the two actors next to him with a cold look.

Signal, it's your turn now, who will go first?

An Rui's eyes were misty as he said to Zhu Shijing, "Brother Jing, don't do this. We are still young and can't stand being bullied."

"Get lost. You two are only one year younger than me, the dead face paralysis, and Meng Zhougong. You can't stand being trampled on. But me, Abai, Ziyu and the others can stand being abused."

An Xin blinked innocently and looked at the few people making trouble with a playful look.

When did she ever ravage and abuse them?

She was clearly suppressing a few rebellious middle school boys, but she spoke as if she was a scumbag.

"Have you guys discussed it?"

"If you keep on dawdling, you'll have time for lunch."

"If you can't finish the assignment of copying the Analects today, you don't have to go home tonight. Stay here and study by lamplight."

"No!" An Rui and Liu Boxing wailed.

With their crooked handwriting that looks like crawling insects, asking them to copy the Analects of Confucius, which has more than 16,000 words, would be like asking them to die.

So the two naughty kids who didn't like studying came over with stubborn looks on their faces and lined up to arm wrestle with the big devil.

I was almost tortured to tears by the powerful An Xin.

"Cousin, I am the only male left in our family. You must take good care of me."

An Rui saw that the strong and fat Liu Boxing couldn't last even one round. His face was pale and he begged for mercy pitifully.

An Xin would show mercy to the other people, but she had no such scruples towards her cousin.

"Little one, if you're a man, don't back down. Come on, it's your turn."

After An Xin pressed down An Rui's wrist with one finger, An Rui asked with a trembling voice, "Cousin, are you a devil?"

Then he covered his face and ran away, unwilling to admit that he was such a weakling.

Next, Zhu Shijing, who refused to believe in evil, took to the battlefield himself.

He curled his palms inward, which could weaken the opponent's wrist force. An Xin smiled and said nothing.

In the face of absolute power, everything is nothing.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while. After An Xin gave him enough face, Zhu Shijing's eyes flickered and he silently let go of her hand.

"Brother Jing, you haven't lost yet, why did you let go of me?"

But those who can understand it understand it.

Those who didn't understand were like the fool Liu Boxing and the innocent boy An Rui, who had eyes as clear as water, and asked with puzzled eyes.

Leng Xiangbai and the world-weary man Li Ziyu looked at each other, took out the Analects, spread out the rice paper, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink...

Jiang Zhou came back to his senses from doubting his life and saw Zhu Shijing, who was known as a money-grubber, returning to his seat with a grim look on his face.

Being abused to the point of becoming autistic.

I wasn't the only one who felt ashamed, and I felt instantly relieved.

Four of the six young men died heroically, and the remaining two just sat there motionless.

An Xin looked over and nodded with satisfaction.

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He said to the other four people, "You guys go out and sweep the front yard."

The venomous man: "Why are there only four of us? Why don't the paralyzed face and the little sheep have to go?"

"Look how seriously they are copying. How dare you disturb them?" An Xin looked at him as if to say, "Why are you so ignorant?"

Turning around and looking at the two traitors who were looking down their heads and seemed to be copying the Analects very seriously, Jiang Zhou instantly became withdrawn.

"Why didn't I realize that you two love studying so much before?!" Jiang Zhou said while gritting his teeth.

Leng Xiangbai and Li Ziyu looked up and gave him a look, allowing him to slowly understand it.

Ever since they saw the four of them being pinned to the ground by the big devil, the two of them fell in love with studying. Is there anything wrong with that?

That's right, right.

An Xin smiled secretly in her heart, watching the four people dejectedly cleaning the courtyard outside the school building. She planned to leave them some space to vent their anger.

So he walked away and headed towards the backyard where he lived.

I met Uncle An on the way.

"Xin'er, if you don't want to live at your second uncle's house, your second aunt and I are worried about you living here alone.

I plan to move to Dongyuan with your second aunt and An Rui, the courtyard originally provided for teachers to live in."

An Xin didn't originally want to trouble Uncle An's family, but when she met Uncle An's worried look, she nodded and agreed.

"Then I'll ask Mingyue and Aunt Gu to clean up the place this afternoon, and Second Uncle and Second Aunt can move in anytime."

"Okay, Xin'er has grown up and is doing things properly."

An Xin led Uncle An into the study. After they sat down, Mingyue brought tea, bowed, and left.

"After your father passed away, the servants in your family didn't bully their master, did they?"

An Xin: “No.”

"Uncle Yong is in charge of guarding the gate of the academy, Aunt Gu works in the kitchen, Da Zhuang is in charge of cleaning the yard and taking care of the horse at home, and driving the carriage when we go out.

Mingyue and Qingfeng were maids my father bought for me when I was a child. After my father passed away, they continued to do their jobs. Uncle, rest assured, they are very dedicated. "

"Hmph! That's good!"

"They are all servants your father bought in his early years. If anyone dares to bully the master, you don't have to be soft-hearted. Just sell them off."

From what Uncle An said, An Xin finally understood that the social classes in ancient times were clearly defined.

She also didn't say anything about everyone being equal. The system of the ancient dynasties that had lasted for thousands of years could not be reversed by just a slogan.

"Okay, I know, Uncle."

An Xin chatted with Uncle An about some family matters before getting down to business.

(End of this chapter)