The dean was an old man in his seventies or eighties, with white hair and even white eyebrows. He looked like an old monster walking out of the snow. At first glance, he was quite scary.
Because of the years, most of his eyes were covered by his eyelids, becoming squinting eyes, but they flashed a gleam of overly persistent brilliance.
He looked quite strong, but his back was slightly bent. Standing next to Lin Gong, he looked thin and short.
His bones were as thin as firewood and his skin was as black as a stick, making him unforgettable at first sight.
No wonder everyone says he is a lunatic.
Judging from the surface, the dean does not seem like a normal person.
"You're here, kid? How's it going? The academy is bustling with activity." Mr. Lin waved at her, "Come and meet the dean."
Xiao Cunyu walked over and asked, "Why are you here? Aren't you staying in the Prince's Mansion to teach the Prince?"
Walking up to him, he said to the white-bearded old man, "Junior Xiao Cunyu, pays homage to Senior Shanzhang."
"You're quite clever." The mad headmaster kept staring at her, his eyes frighteningly direct. "Did you steal my chickens this morning?"
"..." Xiao Cunyu's mouth twitched, "Maybe the weasel ate it?"
"It's you." The mad headmaster's eyes were sinister, and he stretched out his dry, cracked hand: "Fifty cents."
“…” Xiao Cunyu wanted to leave.
Mr. Lin laughed heartily. "You naughty monkey! You dare to touch the headmaster's chicken? It's his dearest flesh and blood! Forget it, I'll pay the fifty cents for you. Don't do this again next time. You had a good meal, but I don't know how long the headmaster will be upset... But speaking of which, old brother, the academy is now more popular, so the income this month must be quite good, right?"
"It's still not enough." No one knew what the headmaster was thinking, his mind was filled with a paranoid atmosphere.
Xiao Cunyu was a little scared.
If this old headmaster with white beard dies, he will definitely become a vengeful spirit.
"Alas, there are so many books, and there aren't even enough people to take care of them. I don't know how many bookworms have been attracted and how many excellent works have been damaged..." Mr. Lin also felt very regretful, "Thinking back to the past, this place..."
Having said this, Mr. Lin paused.
At that time, the most ambitious scholars in the world gathered here.
They talked a lot and each had his own strengths. Some were from Changguo, some from Liguo, but no one ever cared about their backgrounds. They only looked at talent and talked about articles.
I just never thought that there would be such a day.
The war came too quickly, and some students of Li State had no time to leave but were unwilling to surrender, and died in a foreign land.
For the benefit of their respective countries, students from Feng and Chang began to scheme against each other, and a paradise turned into a battlefield.
Wanjun Academy became the target of public criticism.
The students of Li State who escaped alive became the brave warriors who resisted the division between the two countries. Some of them were scholars, and some were warriors, trying hard to protect their homeland, but at the same time they also delayed the victory of the two countries, making the war even more costly.
When Mr. Lin thought about the past, he couldn't help but feel ironic.
Feng and Chang were the ones who initiated the war, but they blamed the victims of Li for resisting too fiercely.
But now that many years have passed, it’s no use thinking about it anymore.
He just felt sorry that the former glory was gone and that the millions of books could only be used to feed insects.
"Let's not talk about the past. I think the current situation is good. Although these children are not very sensible, they are full of vigor and vitality. If we can teach them well, it won't be too difficult to maintain the academy in the future." Mr. Lin regained his relaxed expression.
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