What are you reaching for?
Wei Shuyu, who had just woken up, looked slightly confused.
Glancing around, I saw Cui Shenji winking at me crazily.
Yes, with the way you wink, I can tell you are a ghost.
Wei Shuyu took action...
Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar raised his ruler and struck Wei Shuyu's palm.
Being attacked, Wei Shuyu retracted his hand like a reflex, and then punched at an even faster speed.
boom.
The middle-aged scholar stumbled two steps, his left eye swollen into a panda eye.
"Evil traitor!"
The middle-aged scholar covered his left eye with a look of disbelief.
"Uh..." Wei Shuyu seemed to have just woken up.
The guy in front of me seemed to be the gentleman who taught me how to read. With this punch, he seemed to be in trouble again.
Big brother is awesome, big brother is mighty!
At the same time, Cui Shenji admired Wei Shuyu even more. He even dared to beat his husband. What else can you not dare to beat?
Not only him, but all the friends in the school looked shocked.
Only a few people showed expressions of gloating, such as... Fang Yiai.
"Sir, I'm sorry, it's a reflex..." Wei Shuyu retracted his hand sarcastically.
"Wei Shuyu, how dare you beat me, sir?" the middle-aged Confucian scholar roared angrily.
"Sir, this is a normal reaction for people who practice martial arts. They will subconsciously fight back when attacked. Although I made a mistake, it was unintentional." Wei Shuyu defended himself seriously.
"How dare you quibble."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar slapped his ruler on the table: "I fell asleep in the school and beat my husband. Are you justified?"
"Okay." Wei Shuyu stretched out his hand: "You go ahead and fight."
He was slapped on the palm a few times, whether it hurt or not, it didn't matter to him.
But he secretly vowed in his heart that he would never come to the Imperial College again.
"Master Wei has been upright throughout his life, how could he give birth to a naughty person like you?" The middle-aged scholar was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
"Then why don't you ask my father?" Wei Shuyu said nonchalantly.
"Shut up." The middle-aged Confucian scholar was shocked.
Blame Wei Zheng?
How dare he dare to blame the current prime minister.
He almost fell into Wei Shuyu's trap.
If someone misinterprets its meaning and passes it on to Wei Zheng, his teaching position will not be guaranteed.
"Today you made three mistakes in school. You fell asleep, beat your teacher, and contradicted your teacher. Do you agree?" the middle-aged Confucian scholar scolded.
"recognize."
"The teaching will punish you, do you agree?"
"recognize."
"If you have a good attitude towards admitting your mistake, I'll slap you... on the palm of your hand ten times and then make you stand for a day."
Originally, he wanted to slap his palm fifty times, but considering Wei Zheng, the middle-aged Confucian scholar did not dare to punish him too harshly.
"oh."
Wei Shuyu took action.
Bang bang bang...
After ten palms, he didn't even blink.
The middle-aged scholar couldn't help but touch his left eye socket, and then gasped in pain.
Not worth it...
"Keep studying."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar picked up the Analects and began teaching again.
Wei Shuyu felt drowsy after hearing this, but he didn't fall asleep because he was forced to stand.
After an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged Confucian scholar finally finished teaching.
"That's it for today's teaching."
"The Master said that it is not necessary to learn and practice it from time to time. So let's review it one last time. What does it mean to hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening?"
After the words fell, a group of powerful disciples all pretended to be ostriches.
There was no way, everyone was attracted by the middle-aged Confucian scholar's panda eyes, and they really couldn't concentrate on their studies.
There are even more people who are worshiping Wei Shuyu...
"Wei Shuyu, please tell me."
When no one responded, the middle-aged Confucian scholar directly named Wei Shuyu.
"Huh? What?"
Wei Shuyu was still in a daze, but when he heard someone calling him, he immediately came back to his senses.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar's face was dark, but he still reiterated: "Please explain what it means to hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening."
Let me explain.
If I could study well, would I have served as a soldier in my previous life?
No, it seems that the Analects of Confucius was not taught in my previous life.
"What? Can't you answer?" the middle-aged Confucian scholar urged.
"If I find out on the way to your house in the morning, I will kill you at night!" Wei Shuyu thought for a while and replied.
boom.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar's ruler hit the table hard, and his cheeks turned dark purple.
"What do you mean?" the middle-aged scholar shouted angrily.
"What do you mean?" Wei Shuyu didn't understand.
"I just punished you for your own good, but how could you be so cruel and plan to retaliate against me!" the middle-aged Confucian scholar said sternly.
"Why did I take revenge?" Wei Shuyu blinked.
"Didn't you just say that if you found out the way to my house in the morning, you would kill me in the evening?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar was furious.
Wei Shuyu felt embarrassed: "I'm explaining the meaning of hearing the Tao in the morning and dying at night."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar was stunned: "So this is your understanding of this sentence?"
"yes."
"A child cannot be taught!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar was furious: "Is this how you understand this sentence?"
"Isn't it?"
"The meaning of this sentence is that if you learn the truth in the morning, you may die that night!"
"oh."
"The students in the school are wandering in the world. They don't listen carefully and stretch out their hands!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar knocked on the table with his ruler.
Okay, I'm about to get hit in the palm of my hand again.
Wei Shuyu rolled his eyes.
"interesting……"
At this moment, an old joking voice sounded outside the door.
Everyone looked around and saw an energetic little old man coming with his hands behind his back, followed by several Confucian scholars.
"Kong Siye."
As soon as he saw the visitor, the middle-aged Confucian scholar hurriedly saluted.
The group of friends around him also followed the same example of saluting.
"Aren't you still polite?" Seeing Wei Shuyu in a daze, the middle-aged Confucian scholar urged him hurriedly.
"If you don't learn etiquette, you can't stand up." Kong Yingda stroked his beard and said, "You must be Wei Shuyu. Why don't you be polite when you see me?"
Wei Shuyu, who originally wanted to salute, was stunned.
Now that you've said that, if I don't refute you a few words, where will my face be?
You really treat me like an eleven-year-old kid, don't you?
"When sir was teaching, you broke in without permission. You were rude first."
As Wei Shuyu finished speaking, the entire audience was stunned.
Even Kong Yingda stopped stroking his beard.
"Shut up, how can you be rude to Kong Siye!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar sweated.
Weren't you very obedient just now? Why did you suddenly become stubborn?
"As expected of Wei Zheng's son, he has such a smart mouth." Kong Yingda didn't care: "I am being reckless in this matter."
The most shocking thing is that Kong Yingda actually apologized.
Although it was just a reckless statement, it also admitted in disguise that he had made a mistake in the first place.
"If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good." Wei Shuyu nodded, he could still do this simple articulation.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar has the desire to die.
How could I teach such a bold student that even Kong Yingda dared to teach him a lesson?
"Then can you salute me now?"
