Cheng Chen heard the sound of a carriage coming from the door, and thought it must be her husband coming back from school, so she hurried out to greet him. She saw her husband getting off the carriage, and Cheng Chen stepped forward to take her husband's school basket.
"Achen." Wang Yu handed the book basket to Cheng Chen with a smile, and the two walked side by side into the house.
Cheng Chen asked Wang Yu how his first day of school was. Are the students at the prefectural school easy to get along with?
Wang Yu scratched Cheng Chen's nose with amusement and said, "I'm not Feifei, why would I be afraid of being bullied?"
However, he still told Cheng Chen about his classes at the provincial school, what he had eaten at noon, his encounter with Cui Hao, etc. After that, he asked Cheng Chen how his embroidery studies were going.
Cheng Chen listened carefully to her husband talking about the school, and poured him a cup of tea. "Master Su is amazing! She knows many different embroidery techniques. An hour wouldn't be enough for me to learn them all."
"Silly Achen, sitting and embroidering for a long time is bad for your eyes. I told you before, that's why I set it to one hour. Otherwise, with your obsession, you would want to embroider for twelve or thirteen hours a day, and you wouldn't care about your eyes."
Seeing her husband criticizing her, Cheng Chen muttered softly, "I'm not stupid. I did as my husband said and got up to walk around after embroidering for half an hour."
Wang Yu held the person on his lap and said, "Okay, okay, Achen is not stupid. Achen is very smart. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to embroider so well."
Hearing her husband praising her, Cheng Chen felt very happy and said that her husband was also very smart and good at studying. Wang Yu laughed and hugged Cheng Chen and kissed him. Her little husband was so cute.
Wang Yu held her husband's waist and rubbed it, saying, "I haven't seen you for a day. I miss you so much."
"Yeah, me too." Cheng Chen responded with his head down and blushing.
*
After that, Wang Yu went to and from school as usual. The classrooms gradually filled up. There were only ten students in Class A, a class of freshmen, while there were about twenty students in Class B who had handed in their bonds.
Ever since the day when the teacher asked Wang Yu to answer questions, the teacher seemed to like asking Wang Yu questions very much, so much so that Wang Yu must come the earliest every day to help the teacher take attendance and collect homework. There is a tendency for the teacher to train him to be a class leader.
Wang Yu lived in the inner city. Except for the first two days when he came early, he basically came on time afterwards. The teacher seemed to have noticed this and asked Wang Yu to take attendance at the classroom door every day. Even if Wang Yu wanted to be lazy, he couldn't do that.
This incident made the classmates in the class envious for a while, thinking that the teacher had taken a fancy to Wang Yu. Wang Yu complained in his heart, "Do you want it or not? I'll give it to you." Wang Yu could only enjoy it.
There was a Six Arts class this afternoon, and Wang Yu went to the archery range with great enthusiasm. He had already taken two archery classes during this period. After all, it was a project that he was interested in, and he learned it quite well.
When he arrived at the archery range, he saw a group of students gathered together. He didn't know what they were doing, but he could hear cheers. When Wang Yu walked closer, he realized that they were playing tossing arrows into a pot. Just then, an arrow was thrown into the pot, and there were already three arrows in it.
Wang Yu then realized that throwing arrows into a pot was an extension of the archery ceremony and was now an entertainment activity. Wang Yu watched with great interest. The man threw all four arrows into the pot, and there were cheers and all kinds of flattery all around.
The man was very pleased with the flattery and asked with his chin raised, "Who else wants to try it?"
The people around Wang Yu probably saw that he was a stranger, so they kept telling him to give it a try. Wang Yu was already interested and wanted to give it a try, so since they asked him to give it a try, he decided to give it a try.
Wang Yu stepped forward and said, "Let me try. I've never done it before. If I miss, I'll be laughed at!"
After saying this, he didn’t know if it was an illusion, but the person who was playing the toss pot seemed to be laughing at him...
Wang Yu calmed himself down with the four arrows in his hands, thinking about how he and his nephew had played ring tossing in the square in his previous life, and he had hit the target every time. This should not be difficult.
After preparing himself mentally, Wang Yu started shooting arrows. After the first arrow missed, the second arrow also missed. People around him laughed at him one after another. However, Wang Yu seemed to have found the technique after shooting two arrows. The third arrow hit the target. Wang Yu turned his head to look at the man.
The man was also looking at him, with an arrogant expression on his face, as if he thought Wang Yu was lucky. However, Wang Yu's fourth arrow also hit the target, and people around him started talking about it. If Wang Yu's first arrow hitting the target was a coincidence, then the second arrow hitting the target might not be a coincidence. This man was indeed very powerful.
The man who had been pitching pots before saw Wang Yu hit twice with arrows and said, "The last two arrows were just a fluke. It would be amazing if he could hit both ears!"
"That's right, Brother Fang hit four arrows in a row, so he must be the best!" There was another round of compliments from the surroundings, asking Wang Yu to continue the competition.
Wang Yu knew the rules of pitching pots. After hitting four arrows in a row, he had to shoot at both ears. Hearing the conversations around him, he realized that this group of people might be led by Brother Fang. This pitching pot was probably just to show off to him. The people around him were urging Wang Yu to try, probably to highlight Brother Fang! Tsk tsk...
"Do you want to continue the competition?"
The crowd was also cheering, and if they continued to compete, they would have to throw the dice. Wang Yu didn't want to become the topic of this group's showing off, and was about to refuse when he heard a familiar voice.
"What are you competing for?" Wang Yu turned around and saw Cui Hao and Xiao Ming walking towards him.
Cui Hao also saw Wang Yu and said, "Hey, Brother Wang is here too. Are you guys competing in pot-tossing?"
There was a burst of discussion around. The student didn't expect that this Wang knew Cui Hao. He thought that he would not be resentful for his instigation.
Wang Yu was not going to stay here any longer. Instead of listening to their flattery, he might as well practice archery. So he said, "No, I don't know how to do it. I was just about to decline."
"It's okay, you'll get it with more practice!" Cui Hao patted Wang Yu's shoulder casually. Doesn't everyone go from not knowing to knowing?
At this time, a voice appeared in the crowd, asking Cui Hao if he wanted to try it too. Wang Yu listened to the flattering voice and thought, wow, Cui Hao's status in the provincial school must be not low. They are indeed a group of rich young men.
Wang Yu didn't want to stay here anymore, so he said to Cui Hao, "Brother Cui, I have shooting lessons so I won't play here anymore. You guys can do whatever you want."
Cui Hao nodded and said that they would play together next time. Wang Yu nodded, said goodbye to Cui Hao, and went towards the archery range, thinking about what had just happened.
There were already two people practicing at the archery range. When they saw Wang Yu coming over, they asked, "Brother Wang, you're a little late today."
Wang Yu had taken two archery classes with them, so they all knew each other. "Yeah, I went to watch the pot-tossing game."
"You mean watching Fang Mucheng pitch pot?"
Fang Mucheng? He should be the one with the surname Fang. He then asked them how they knew it was him.
The other party put down the arrow and said, "Everyone in the prefectural school knows that Fang Mucheng likes to play pot-tossing. He is the son of the co-prefect, and many people fawn on him. We saw them when we came here just now."
Wang Yu thought to himself that it was no wonder that so many people were flattering him, as he was actually the son of the second-in-command of the city. However, this had nothing to do with Wang Yu, so he put the matter behind him and concentrated on learning archery.
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