It is easier for Xiao Wanfa to hit ordinary people than mosquitoes.
Killing him directly was faster than injuring him to death, which took him 5 seconds. If he killed, it would only be 1 second.
Looking at the students and teachers who were lying on the ground, their bodies twitching and unable to even scream, Jiu Motoko showed an expression of compassion.
She took out another stack of banknotes and patted them in her hand. There were as many ghost coins as she wanted. She replenished them before entering the dojo.
Jiu Yuanzi walked up to Mr. Song and squatted down, and said to him: "Mr. Song, I'm really sorry. To express my apology, how about each of us take one hundred taels of silver to recover from our injuries?"
"Bah! We won't take your dirty money." Mr. Song cursed with courage. He was the first to be beaten.
Xiao Wanfa didn't control the strength of his shot well and broke Mr. Song's left hand.
He was inexplicably beaten to the bone by an arrogant new student. As a teacher of the academy, Mr. Song couldn't bear the anger in his heart.
"This is your fault, Mr. Song. You are doing evil." Jiu Yuanzi persuaded him kindly.
"Did I do something evil?" Mr. Song just tried to sit up, but he fell to the ground again in pain and screamed.
Jiu Yuanzi nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Song is encouraging evil people by refusing to ask for medical expenses."
"Think about it, you are a gentleman and have a relatively high status in the academy. If you don't ask for medical expenses, they, as students, will definitely not dare to ask for it."
"What should students from poor families do? How much money do they have to spend on medicines to treat their illnesses? What if they delay their illness and die? This is the life that my husband has killed."
"Even if the family saves money for medical treatment, the mother will sell her deceased husband's belongings, and the daughter-in-law will sell her dowry, such as silver hairpins or bracelets."
"When the student's injury was cured, I found the jewelry that my wife had sold in the hands of Mr. Wang next door or a gangster on the street. I thought I had been cuckolded. I couldn't stand it when I got home, wrote a suicide note, and hanged myself in shame. "
"His wife also left with him because she proved her innocence. The old mother went to the streets to beg for food, and the children had to live on the streets as beggars, compete with vicious dogs for food, become thieves, and have their hands and feet broken when they grow up."
Jiu Yuanzi's words were like a machine gun, sputtering out a bunch of words, which made Mr. Song and all the students unable to recover.
She squeezed out the words through her teeth, "Mr. Song, these are the consequences of your refusal to ask for money."
Finally, someone calmed down and said unconvinced: "My family is rich, and I paid for all their medicines!"
Someone actually came out to cause trouble.
Jiu Motoko looked over and saw a chubby senior.
Before she could say anything, Xiao Wanfa grabbed a chopstick pillow on the table and popped it out towards him.
"Bang!" The rich, fat senior fell to the ground, with a big swelling on his forehead.
"..." Jiu Yuanzi said to Mr. Song, "Sir, look, the injury this senior is suffering now is your fault."
She said with a bright smile: "Even if the rich students help you pay for the medicine, have you ever thought about other people? I will give you money when I beat people now. If you don't accept it, I will taste the benefits. In the future If you hit others, you won’t be paid at all.”
"At that time, there will be many innocent people. Because of your pretentiousness, my bad habits will deepen and become worse. After injuring them, I will not pay them."
"Some of them sell their houses and children just to get medical treatment; some of them have no money for medical treatment. In the end, they die in death. The white-haired people give away the black-haired people."
Jiu Yuanzi tapped Mr. Song's shoulder with his fan, "All this is because of you, Mr. Song."
"Okay! I want money, okay! Two hundred taels, two hundred taels per person, not even a penny less!" Mr. Song finally couldn't stand it anymore and cursed fiercely.
Jiu Yuanzi stood up and said, "I wish I had agreed earlier. It's so stupid to waste so much of my saliva."
She took out the banknotes and asked them to help each other to collect the banknotes.
It's not that she is really that free, but that she doesn't know who among these people has no money.
Regardless of whether you have money or not, now that you have a banknote, you can go to a doctor for medical treatment and recuperation.
No one, because they were poor, looked down upon their injuries and were too embarrassed to talk about it, dragged their sick bodies back to the academy and lost their lives.
Then it will be a waste of your efforts and money. You must consider all aspects when doing things.
The students and gentlemen took the two hundred taels of silver notes and felt very uncomfortable. The subtle feeling of being humiliated and yet making a windfall was really uncomfortable.
The third floor was cleared again, and even the fat senior who was knocked unconscious was dragged away by his classmates and friends.
Jiu Motoko felt like he was playing a clearance game. Only the last two floors were left before he could meet the prefect's eldest son.
Speaking of which, things were like this downstairs, but no one from above even took a look, and the students' feelings were not very good either.
"Wanfa, let's go up and see what kind of monsters and monsters are up there. If it doesn't work, tie them all up and keep them in an empty room for three days." Jiu Yuanzi looked at the stairs leading to the fourth floor.
As expected, the students above are definitely more powerful and have better brains, so it will be a bit tricky.
But it doesn't matter. With Brother Wanfa here, everyone is trivial.
The two of them walked up. As soon as they reached the fourth floor, they heard someone reciting a poem, "Everyone has been looking for him a thousand times. Suddenly, when he looked back, he was there, in a dimly lit place."
"What a poem!"
"What a great song for the ages!"
"I'll also sing a song. Last year on Yuan Ye, the lights in the flower market were like daylight. The moon reached the top of the willow branches, and people gathered after dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights were still the same. I didn't see the people from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves were wet with tears."
"This one is good, too. It's really good."
"Sir, let me also compose a poem. The sun is turning in the sky, and the sound of Brahma is rising from the sky; thousands of lamps and trees are shining, and seven branches of flowers are blooming..."
Jiu Motoko walked upstairs and saw that the fourth floor was also full of people, but the tables were crowded to the sides and there was space in the middle. Several students were composing poems.
They competed with each other and spoke ancient quatrains.
And most of the students had dissatisfaction in their eyes, especially when they stared at one of them, the one who said that the person was actually there in the dim light.
That look seemed to say, you are shameless and dare to drop a nuclear bomb.
Xiao Wanfa sent a message: "Yuanzi, they are all players, and they all read the poems of the ancients."
"I can already see that most of them have short hair." Jiu Yuanzi looked around and saw that there were almost a hundred people upstairs, more than half of whom were players.
Not to mention that the hair is so short and some are dyed. Even those with long hair can tell from their posture that they are completely different from the aborigines.
She angrily said: "It's too much. We must have been targeted by the dojo again. With so many players here, they must have entered the dojo right here, which is so much more convenient than us."
Sitting on the field were more than twenty gentlemen from Jinming Academy, as well as some noble people in rich robes. Their palms were red from the slaps.
"Good poems, good words! I didn't expect that Jinming Academy would have so many talented people this year, and so many eternal quatrains would appear. They will definitely be spread to the palace tomorrow." Those nobles praised vigorously.
"This time Jinming Academy will become famous all over the world again!"
The gentlemen from Jinming Academy were also very excited. These were all good poems and lyrics. They could never think of such good sentences in their lives.
I didn't expect that these students, whom I have never seen before, are so talented. They will definitely pass a lot of exams this year.
It's so exciting.
The players on the fourth floor also recognized that Jiu Yuanzi and Xiao Wanfa were players, mainly because they recognized Jiu Yuanzi.
A woman disguises herself as a man, and has this face that is already somewhat famous.
She didn't think that by combing her hair up, these people wouldn't recognize her as a woman, right?
There are obviously several other scenes available, so why did you choose this place full of men?
It doesn't matter if you become an oiran or a harem!
That was the main battlefield where her face should go.
Jiu Yuanzi was sitting in the middle on the fourth floor. The old man who looked like everyone was admiring him raised his hands and said, "Students have met sir."
The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Oh, you are also a freshman this year. You are indeed a talented person and have the talent to explore."
"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Jiu Yuanzi smiled.
A player said: "Sir, this is a woman disguised as a man."
"Nonsense, I'm not old-sighted yet. This is obviously a man. Your literary talent is already very high. Don't be jealous of other people's beauty." The old man scolded.
"If you can't be the top pick, how can you still be a judge?"
Jiu Yuanzi looked at the man, laughed loudly, and said through a message: "Yuan Zhouli, you are probably seeking death."
Yuan Zhouli couldn't communicate, so he lowered his head and looked aside, pretending not to hear the threat.
