10 I am a dandy prince
◎Not a great writer◎
"Didn't I say I would go in a while? Why... Hmm? Who are you?" To Bai Yu's surprise, the person knocking on the door was not the servant boy, but three young men. The leader had been looking at him, and the two men behind him also glanced at him secretly from time to time.
Bai Yu was also frowning and observing them secretly. He saw that the three men were untidy and unkempt, with even their sleeves wrinkled.
"You must be Bai Yu!" the other party spoke first.
"Is there something wrong?" Bai Yu asked in confusion.
"We are here to challenge you. Do you dare to compete with us?" said the leader.
"Ziming, why did you just say that?" The person behind him spoke quickly, his tone somewhat anxious.
"Ahahaha." Song Ziming scratched his head and asked the person behind him with some doubt, "Senior Brother Zhao, can't we talk about this? Isn't this what we are here for?"
"Alas...that's not what I meant. You just have to prepare for it and don't say it out loud so quickly." Senior Brother Zhao looked at Song Ziming helplessly.
"Hmm." Song Ziming pouted unhappily.
Huh? Is this a crosstalk? Looking at the scene in front of him, Bai Yu silently complained in his heart.
"Zimo, don't waste your words on him." The third man suddenly spoke, startling Bai Yu and bringing him back to his senses.
This man was wearing simpler clothes than the two people beside him. What kind of clothes? Bai Yu thought about it and thought it was similar to the clothes of a warrior.
Wait? A warrior? Looking at his tall and sturdy figure, and then looking at the two strong men next to him, and they just mentioned a challenge.
No way! Is this the legendary fight?
"Hey, are you listening?" the burly man said loudly with a dissatisfied tone.
"Ah? What?" The voice beside his ear brought Bai Yu back to his senses.
Seeing Bai Yu's confused look, the burly man became even more dissatisfied. Didn't he take his fellow disciples seriously?
Although Bai Yu has the confidence to look down on them, after all, someone who has written such a wonderful book and has been so highly praised by the teacher must be no ordinary person. But at least try to pretend and not be so obvious!
I walked forward while thinking about him, thinking about appearing calm and composed.
Is this going to be a fight? Looking at the burly man approaching step by step, Bai Yu looked down at his hands and clenched his fists. This body should be able to fight, right? Maybe?
"Brother Li, calm down, calm down, we are not here to do this kind of thing." Zhao Zimo spoke and stretched out his hand to hold back Brother Li.
Senior Brother Li's eyes were full of doubts. He looked at Zhao Zimo in confusion. Why did you stop me? What's the matter? Isn't it just to write a challenge book to see whose book sells better?
However, he looked too fierce and fierce, and his stature made him look extremely oppressive.
Zhao Zimo took a few steps forward and stood in front of Senior Brother Li, ignoring the burning gaze of Senior Brother Li behind him.
He bowed and saluted. Seeing him salute, the two people behind him also bowed hurriedly.
Zhao Zimo said, "Hello, Brother Bai. I am a disciple of Mr. Zhao Xiyan. I am Zhao Zimo." He stood up and pointed to the two people behind him and said, "This is my senior brother Li Liuhe, and this is my junior brother Song Ziming."
Then Zhao Zimo said, "I have heard of your great name for a long time, but I have never met you. I know that you have a great work to be published. Today, we brothers have come to visit you specially, hoping to learn from you. I hope you will be generous in giving us some advice."
Isn't this still a fight? As soon as he heard the word "exchange", Bai Yu reacted quickly, making a starting gesture, with his palm facing up and his arm raised.
Seeing this action, Zhao Zimo was confused at first, and then he suddenly realized: "Oh! You see, I forgot. We have all seen Brother Bai's, but Brother Bai has not seen ours. It's our fault." As he said that, he took out a book from his arms and put it in Bai Yu's hand.
"Brother Bai, this is ours."
So, what was going on? Why didn't I understand a word of what was said? Bai Yu didn't come back to his senses until the three of them were gone.
I looked down and saw the book that had just been handed to me.
What kind of book is this? Is it a martial arts secret manual?
When Bai Yu thought of this possibility, he instantly became interested. He looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he immediately turned around, took the book into the house, and sat on a stool to prepare to watch.
"What? It's just an ordinary book!"
Bai Yu felt bored and remembered that he seemed to have an appointment. Since he had nothing to do, he decided to go over and take a look.
He stood up and prepared to go to the dean's place.
Since it is called Songzhu Academy, there must be many bamboos and pine trees in the academy.
However, the dean did not plant pine trees and bamboos here. As soon as Bai Yu entered the door, he saw chrysanthemums all over the yard, one cluster after another, competing for beauty.
The flowers are blooming beautifully. Bai Yu lowered his head to admire them.
Suddenly, a voice came to my ears, "Young master, come this way." It turned out to be the servant boy who had been waiting at the door for a long time coming forward to greet him.
Without any unnecessary polite words, Bai Yu had just sat down after entering the room, and before he could even drink the tea served by the waiter, the dean sitting at the head seat said, "My dear, would you like to take me as your master?"
"Ah?" The hand holding the tea stopped in mid-air, and Bai Yu was stunned.
The dean thought Bai Yu was too surprised to believe it, so he said it again.
He is considered to be one of the best in the literary world of the Yi Dynasty. If he were to accept disciples personally now, no one would refuse!
"I don't want to" white jade nails cut through the iron road.
"Well, you made a wise choice. Tomorrow I will hold a master-disciple ceremony with you, and then I will take you..." As he was talking, the dean felt something was wrong. He stopped and asked, "You just said you were willing, right?"
"I said, I don't want to." Bai Yu frowned and spoke again.
"Oh?" The dean paused while stroking his beard. He smiled kindly and said, "Can you tell me why you don't want to be my disciple? I think I am quite famous. Among the ten people who enter Songzhu Academy, at least eight want to be my disciples!"
This is the trouble! If I really accept you as my master, then I will no longer be a playboy, and I will no longer have this reputation! Bai Yu silently complained in his heart.
Although in the short term it is beneficial to maintain this dude persona, there is a high possibility that he will be considered to have used connections and backdoors to become a disciple.
But one must take a long-term view when looking at things. If one succeeds in becoming a disciple, after a few years, who will still remember the playboy Yi Baiyu? What the world will know is only Yi Baiyu, the disciple of Dean Songzhu!
Thinking of this, Bai Yu shook his head secretly in his heart.
"My friend, you should know that this academy has a teacher-teaching system. Every student who enters the academy must find a teacher as their master. If you don't find a teacher, you won't be able to study." said President Shochiku.
"Why does this system still exist?" Bai Yu couldn't help but complain after hearing this.
"That's a good rule." The dean said with a smile, wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes.
Suddenly, he suddenly thought of something, and the smile on his face disappeared. With a bit of regret and a hint of relief, he sighed and said, "Alas, it will have to be cancelled next year."
Remembering that there was still some important matter to be resolved, the dean asked sternly: "Have you made up your mind, young friend?"
"I've decided, I..." Before he could even utter the word "drop out of school", he was interrupted by a voice from behind.
"Dean, how could you secretly undermine the foundation!" Zheng Qiuren rushed in and shouted loudly.
"Qiu Ren, why are you here?" asked the dean.
"If I don't come again, I will be gone." Zheng Qiuren said helplessly.
"Qiu Ren is wrong. Young friend Yi has never become your disciple, so how can he be your disciple?" the dean retorted.
Suddenly, a bloodless war broke out. The two fought back and forth, and for a moment, it was very lively!
Bai Yu propped his head on his hand, leaning on the tea table, watching the "debate" between the two old naughty boys in front of him.
It would be even better if there was some popcorn, Bai Yu thought secretly.
He had no awareness of being the center of the topic.
After arguing for a while, seeing that neither of them was convinced, they both turned their heads at the same time, looked at Bai Yu, and said in unison:
"Who do you choose?"
"My dear Yi, who do you want to be your master?"
"Huh?" I was enjoying the show when I didn't expect to be suddenly dragged into it.
Why does this scene and this question give me such a sense of déjà vu?
But can I say I don’t want to choose anyone? Bai Yu complained in his heart.
Sigh... After a sigh, Bai Yu said, "I choose Mr. Qiu Ren."
As soon as the words fell, the two sides showed obviously different expressions, and Zheng Qiuren's brows instantly brightened with joy.
Dean Shozukuri asked disappointedly, "My friend, why did you choose Qiu Ren?"
Of course it's because this person is unknown! No one has ever heard of him.
Moreover, when I first came here, I remember my father said that his two disciples had good martial arts skills and deep internal strength.
What does this mean? It means that this is a martial arts teacher. If you learn martial arts from him, you will be able to defend yourself in the future.
Also, I vaguely remember someone just challenged me to a competition, although there is no set time. Anyway, let's choose a teacher and practice with him first!
His mind was full of thoughts, but his white jade face did not show them.
I certainly can’t tell you the real reason, so I’ll just give you one for now.
"I feel like I have a connection with him." Bai Yu said.
Nothing could be changed at this point, so the dean had to wave his hand, signaling the two to leave quickly.
However, Yi Xiaoyou was not wrong about the fate. Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, Dean Songzhu thought absentmindedly.
In his eyes, the two figures gradually blurred and slowly merged into one figure. It was a familiar yet unfamiliar person.
That man showed his talent when he was young and became famous in the capital.
The man proudly said in front of him that he did not need a teacher;
That man passed the imperial examination at the young age and was ranked third in the imperial examination.
That person once told him with confidence that he wanted to benefit the people in the area...
And then...
The man began to drink.
The man fell down;
The man told him that he gave up...
Sigh... With a heavy sigh, Dean Songzhu said to himself: "Those who framed you back then are already dead or gone. Qiu Ren, when will you be able to untie the knot in your heart?"
After taking a sip of tea from the cup, the dean said helplessly, "Forget it, forget it. It seems that I, an old man, will have to worry about this for a few more years."
【Author’s words】
Good night~
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