Chapter 100: Violent Tactics

"What story?" The little devil became curious.

Cuizhi told him the story of the student who rushed to take the exam. The little devil got angry and shouted, "He cheated me out of 90 cents! Why didn't that black-hearted boss just go and rob me!"

Cuizhi secretly raised her thumbs up.

Just now she felt that she was more irritable than the lady, but with Master Cheng here as a comparison, she felt that she was terrifyingly calm.

Xu Wan raised her eyebrows and asked, "So, how are you going to deal with being cheated of 90 cents, young master?"

The little devil said without hesitation: "Of course I smashed his store. 90 wen is enough for Lin Yu to copy two or three books. I can't give it to him. I'm not a sucker."

Xu Wan reminded her, "But if you're smashing the store, you'll be delayed in entering the Gongyuan."

The little devil paused for a moment, then said, "Then let Bu Yan smash it."

Without saying: “…”

He is given tasks to do every day, and none of them are good things.

The little devil added, "If Bu Yan doesn't have time, I'll wait until I finish my exams and smash it myself. Anyway, the monk can escape but the temple cannot. I must make this black-hearted boss cry bitterly and shout to the sky three hundred times that he will never dare to do it again."

Xu Wan was silent for a while, then gave him a thumbs up.

You are worthy of being the number one playboy in the capital.

This little bastard's style of doing things is indeed unconventional, and he mainly relies on violent law enforcement.

Although it's weird, it's practical.

Xu Wan didn't know what she was thinking, and suddenly asked, "If someone always bothers you, but if you hit him, he will bother you even more, what would you do?"

The little devil took another bite of the peach and said decisively, "Then I can just fight him secretly without letting him know who I am. This will also let Bu Yan do it, so he will definitely not be discovered."

Without saying a word: “!”

This is another mess!

As a martial arts champion's sparring partner, can't he do something serious? ?

Xu Wan asked again: "Then the other party doesn't know who you are, and you beat him up but he doesn't learn his lesson and continues to cause trouble for you, what should you do?"

The little devil said, "Then let Buyan keep beating him. Beat him until he is bedridden, beat him until he has no strength to go out, beat him until he feels pain all over his body when he closes his eyes. Then see if he still has the energy to come out and hurt others."

Without saying: “…”

Master Cheng, I'm just a guard. I'm not a thug, let alone an executioner who tortures people...

Xu Wan and Cuizhi fell into silence.

It sounds like something I'd like to try.

"Mr. Xiu has also finished the exam." The voice of the private tutor came from the room.

The little devil got up and went back. He took just one step and turned back to pick up a big peach. He muttered to himself, "This big peach is delicious. I'll give one to my brother too."

After saying this, the little dude disappeared.

The pavilion was quiet for a few seconds, and Cuizhi suddenly laughed out loud.

Xu Wan also laughed. She said helplessly, "This kid is now more thoughtful than before."

"Although it's still a little immature, it sounds inexplicably refreshing." Cuizhi felt that her breast fetish had been solved.

Xu Wan laughed out loud: "Haha, let's do that first. If it doesn't work, we can only borrow Bu Yan to use it."

"Yes." Cuizhi smiled and went to Cuiliu to make arrangements.

Inside the house, the incense had burned out. Zong Wenxiu handed in his paper on time, and from time to time he glanced at the paper that had been collected, always feeling that he had not done well in the exam.

Zong Jincheng ran in from outside and happily handed him a big peach, saying, "Brother, take a break and eat a peach. This one is very crisp."

Zong Wenxiu took it and said, "Thank you."

But he was in no mood to eat.

Xu Wan also came in from outside at this time, and saw the dejected little Wen Xiu at a glance. He was completely different from the little devil next to him who looked fine. He looked frustrated like a poor little kid, probably because he felt that he didn't perform well just now.

Xu Wan said, "This exam is just to test your current level of knowledge. It doesn't matter if you don't do well. There is still a whole month to improve before the monthly exam next month. Besides, you are not slowing down your progress. You are learning things beyond your age group, so don't put too much pressure on yourself and keep a normal mind."

After hearing this, Zong Wenxiu finally came out of his internal conflicting mood. He almost fell into his own high standards again.

"Thank you, ma'am."

The little devil had no idea of ​​his brother's delicate heart, let alone the meaning of Xu Wan's words. He thought she was just nagging and he couldn't use them anyway.

Zong Jincheng thought to himself, "I just took the nine-year-old test paper, and I feel I have a good grasp of it. Anyway, there is still a lot of time in the afternoon, and the test results are not out yet, why don't I do the ten-year-old test paper again?"

Maybe once he finishes this test, several private tutors will be astounded and applaud him as this future great talent, and ask him to hurry to the children's class to bully Qin Ye. That would be really...hahahahahahahaha...

Zhao Yin was indeed infected by the little devil's vigorous energy. He turned his head to look at Xu Wan and asked, "What do you think, Madam?"

Xu Wan smiled and said, "Let him take the test, just don't keep silent while taking the test."

The little devil put his hands on his hips and said, "Just wait, I'm going to slap you in the face right now!"

New test papers were delivered and the incense was relit.

Zong Wenxiu began to recite what he had learned yesterday, while Zong Jincheng picked up his pen and began to answer a new test paper.

However, this process was not smooth.

The little devil, whose sitting posture was already messy, scratched his head, kicked his legs, and flipped the pages after getting the test paper, and the sweat on his forehead was getting more and more.

Damn it! This won’t work and neither will this.

He has clearly memorized so many books, so why is his progress so far behind his brother?

The little devil turned his head and glanced at Zong Wenxiu, who was sitting upright with his head down, reciting something he had never learned.

Zong Jincheng turned his head and continued to scratch his ears and cheeks.

The memory of Xu Wan came to his mind, that he would not even be on the list when he took the test for ten-year-olds next month. If he could not be on the list… that would mean he would not even be able to get an A. If he could not even get an A in a month, how difficult would that be for him now?

Zong Jincheng wanted to put down his pen, but Xu Wan was waiting outside. If he gave up before taking the exam for a quarter of an hour, wouldn't Xu Wan laugh him to death?

But... oh my god, he can't do it at all. Why is this test so difficult? He recognizes each word individually, but when they are combined together, they all seem so unfamiliar.

Zong Jincheng slammed his pen on the table and said angrily, "Master Zhao, did you give me the wrong test paper? Is this for a ten-year-old?"