After Master Huo woke up, he guessed that Hang Er had escaped.
At that time, the coachman just came back from the city and learned that Hang Er had been safely sent home.
He thought of going back to the academy to discuss the expulsion of Hang Er with Master Zhu, the principal and others, so he did not rush to send anyone to the Hang family.
Because expelling a student is a serious matter, affecting their entire life, we must be extremely cautious. We must rationally consider whether the student's mistakes can still be corrected. Then, based on their overall performance, several teachers will make a decision together...
You have to think twice before doing anything about this matter, and you can't give a result in one day.
But I didn’t expect Hang Er to come back so quickly.
It's just... a change of heart and a burst of energy.
He was in high spirits, but his eyes, though not very spirited, were filled with pride and excitement.
He broke into the accounting office directly and called Master Huo and other students over, insisting that they act as witnesses in front of everyone.
"This is one hundred thousand taels. From today on, I am no longer a student in your academy. If you dare to attack me again, I can take you directly to see the authorities!" Hang Er held his head high.
The accountant was also a little dumbfounded: "Are you really going to pay 100,000 taels?"
In fact, the academy did not sign this contract for the sake of money!
No matter which academy it is, it is impossible to require students to sign a contract when recruiting them, let alone something so unreasonable!
The reason Wanjun Academy dared to do this was simply because the circumstances of the sixteen people they recruited were different!
The family is not short of money, but he still refuses to be disciplined.
They didn't care about the punishment of thousands of taels of silver, so they could only grit their teeth and set a huge compensation of 100,000 taels! It was just a clamp!
I just never thought that there would be people who couldn’t even hold on for half a year and still send the money to me!
"Of course, this little bit of silver means nothing to me!" Hang Er was very proud. Seeing the accountant dithering, he grabbed his contract, glanced at it, and then tore it into pieces. He glanced at Zhou Jingmao and said, "Prince Zhou, you used to boast about your wealth and generosity, but in the end, you're still not as good as me? You can't even bear to part with 100,000 taels of silver. You deserve to live in this prison-like place, half-human, half-ghost!"
“…” Zhou Jingmao touched the tip of his nose.
Is he as famous as such a rampant and ferocious-looking person?
Why do I feel more nauseous?
"I feel that this place... is pretty good now." Zhou Jingmao said in a calm voice.
After saying this, he was a little surprised. If it were in the past, he would have immediately become furious when hearing Hang Er's words and would have taken out the money without saying a word, but now he actually found it very boring?
Do you think that Hang Er’s behavior not only doesn’t make people angry, but instead makes people feel funny and pitiful?
"Very good?! I think you are crazy too, you have been tortured to death by them!" Hang Er's eyes were still red, red with excitement!
"No, I sincerely think so. I used to think reading was uninteresting and boring, but recently I found that the things in this book make a lot of sense. If I read more, I can become smarter. I don't want to be as stupid as you and be laughed at by others." Zhou Jingmao was calm and seemed very magnanimous.
The brothers behind him couldn't help but pat his shoulders and back, expressing their support and satisfaction for his realization.
Life in the academy was hard, so hard that they didn't even have time to cry when they went to bed at night. They were so tired that they fell asleep immediately.
But when they saw Hang Er, they were afraid that they would become like him in the future.
Unreasonable, incompetent, ridiculed, despised, yet still self-righteous...
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