"Yuan Xi, apologize to the Master!"
"No, I'm not wrong! I won't write it!" Why should a princess do homework?
She went to find Qianguang yesterday, but Qianguang ran away when they met.
No one would write! Why should she write?
Confucius and Mencius were used to seeing naughty students, and Jiang Yuanxi was a typical one, the type who would tear off the roof if not punished for three days.
He said slowly: "Come here."
Seeing the old man pull out a bamboo stick, Jiang Yuanxi took a step back.
“No!”
[I have a divine beast protecting me, why should I go there? I am the boss!]
[The old man is looking for shit! ]
Kong Meng was calm and composed. He took out a furry kitten and a turtle from his arms and placed them on the table.
When they saw Jiang Yuanxi, the two beasts shed tears.
White Tiger: "Master, save me!"
Xuanwu pretended to be dead.
Jiang Yuanxi was confused. No, why was her beast in the old man's hands!
Kong Meng knocked on the table and said calmly: "I am in need of a cushion. This little thing has good fur and is barely enough. Although the little turtle is not big, it can be stewed into soup."
"Don't!" Jiang Yuanxi walked to the table and stretched out his right hand with a fearless attitude.
"Fight, fight!"
Confucius and Mencius smiled and said, "Stretch out your left hand." He wanted him to injure his right hand and then use this as an excuse not to write for the next few days. He had seen many students like this.
Jiang Yuanxi pursed his lips tightly and stretched out his left hand.
“Bang!”
The bamboo board fell on his hand, burning with pain. Jiang Yuanxi bit her lip to prevent herself from crying.
"If you don't respect your teacher, you deserve to be beaten!"
"You deserve to be beaten for murdering the teacher!"
"You deserve to be beaten for failing to live up to your family's expectations!"
…
Every reason made Jiang Yuanxi unable to raise his head.
"Wrong!"
"Yuan Xi is wrong!"
Jiang Yuanxi cried quietly and admitted her mistake.
But Confucius and Mencius had no intention of stopping.
Yuan Xi was precocious, and education was not something to be taken lightly. As her teachers, Confucius and Mencius had an obligation to teach her.
Jun Molin looked on with distress, but there was nothing he could do.
Confucius and Mencius are the founders of literature and Taoism, and they have such great aura that even he cannot interfere.
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