"Clang, clang, clang!"
The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. Li Zexuan stood up, knocked on the table, and shouted, "Stop writing, stop writing! The last student in each row, stand up and collect the papers! "
"If you don't stop writing, I'll give you zero marks!"
Cheng Chumo's wrist shook, and he quickly put down his pen. He looked at Li Zexuan bitterly, and then stood up to collect the papers. After all, he was sitting in the last row!
After a while, all the papers were collected. Li Zexuan tidied them up, and then he looked at the weather outside and said, "We'll have a break in the afternoon. You don't have to come. Have a good rest at home!"
The exams had just finished, so no one was in the mood to go to class. Moreover, it was raining heavily outside. Although the children all had straw raincoats, the raincoats were barely enough to block the rain. Also, tomorrow and the next two days were off, so he might as well give them an extra half day off!
"Oh, Sir, that's great. We finally have a break!"
"Haha, we actually have an extra half day off!"
"The students from the other schools can only be envious, haha!"
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When the students heard the good news, they couldn't help but cheer loudly. At present, the other schools in the Imperial College were under pressure to adopt the daily schedule of the School of Mathematics. However, the School of Mathematics' two-day break for every five days of classes was firmly rejected by the instructors of the other schools.
Therefore, although the pace of learning in the School of Mathematics was very tense, with a small exam every Monday and a senior high exam every month, and there was a feeling of being eliminated at the end of the class, the students of the School of Mathematics had more rest time. This was something that the students from the other schools envied.
Holding the papers and watching the students disappear into the misty rain, Li Zexuan put on his straw raincoat and prepared to go to the canteen of the Imperial College for lunch.
"Master, you're not going back at noon again?"
Iron Egg ran over and asked.
"Hmm, I'm not going back. Iron Egg, you can take the carriage and go back by yourself. I'll ask San Bao to bring the carriage here in the afternoon."
In the past few days, Li Zexuan had to stay in the Imperial College to teach the instructors in the afternoon, so he basically didn't go back at noon. Instead, he ate in the canteen of the Imperial College. Two days ago, Iron Egg also stayed with him and didn't go back. However, the Institute of Mathematics was closed this afternoon, so Li Zexuan asked Iron Egg to go back first.
"Oh!"
Iron Egg responded and quickly packed his things, preparing to go out. There was a guy waiting outside for a free ride!
…
"Hello, Mr. Li!"
"Hello, Dr. Li!"
"Greetings, Grandmaster!"
…
Due to the heavy rain today, many students were unwilling to go home for lunch, so there were many people in the cafeteria.
As soon as Li Zexuan came in, many students greeted Li Zexuan. Some were from the Institute of Mathematics, and some were from the Institute of Imperial College, Four Gates Academy, and other institutes.
This guy was now a popular figure in the Imperial College. First, he came up with the blackboard chalk, then came up with the recess system, and then came up with a two-day recess system that made all the students in the other institutes extremely envious. In addition, in the past few days, he had been training all the instructors in Pinyin, so there were often students who came over to watch the fun. Therefore, some students would occasionally call him "Grandmaster".
Yesterday, Li Zexuan heard someone call him "Grandmaster" for the first time, and he almost knelt down. After that, he went over to the student and asked for the reason, and suddenly he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was not even 15 years old, and he had already become someone's grandmaster.
Li Zexuan ordered a meal, found a seat at random, and began to eat. To be honest, the food in the cafeteria was not delicious. It was completely incomparable to the food in the Li family, but it was still bearable.
"Hey, Grandmaster! Is there no one here? How come Iron Egg isn't eating with you today? "
A loud and clear voice sounded in his ear. Li Zexuan raised his head and saw that it was the little bastard who first called him "Grandmaster" yesterday. His name was Sun Zifan, and Li Zexuan had almost been annoyed by Sun Zifan's name yesterday. This guy was a "top student" in the Imperial College, but he had only gotten in because of his father's relationship.
His father's name was Sun Fujia, and he was an amazing person. During the fifth year of the Tang Dynasty's Wude Era, he had obtained first place in the imperial examination and became the top scholar. He could be considered the first top scholar in China's history. After Li Er ascended the throne, he was bestowed with the title of Baron, living in Le 'an, and becoming a Vice Chancellor of the Supreme Court.
The Supreme Court was equivalent to the modern Supreme People's Court, and the Vice Chancellor of the Supreme Court was equivalent to the Vice Chancellor of the Supreme Court. It was a lower third-rank official, and there were usually two of them. Yuan Wendao, who had impeached Li Zexuan last time, was also a Vice Chancellor of the Supreme Court. However, this guy was not as talented as Sun Fujia, so Sun Fujia was definitely more likely to be promoted to Vice Chancellor of the Supreme Court.
Li Zexuan lowered his head and continued to eat. He casually replied, "Yes, the Imperial College will be on holiday this afternoon, so Iron Egg went back."
Sun Zifan had just sat down unceremoniously when he heard Li Zexuan's words. He immediately exclaimed, "Damn, why is the Imperial College on holiday early?"
Sun Zifan immediately expressed that he could not accept the fact that the Imperial College was on holiday at the weekend.
Li Zexuan pursed his lips. Sometimes, he really wondered if this unlucky kid was Sun Fujia's biological son. Logically speaking, since Sun Fujia could be the top scorer in the exam, even if his son's results were not top-notch, he should at least be polite, right?
In the end, this guy was obviously the same as Cheng Chumo, a careless and rash person. However, he was much younger than Cheng Chumo, probably only in his teens.
"They just finished the exam this morning. I saw that they were working too hard, so it's not too much to give them half a day off, right? Even if Chancellor Kong knows about it, he can't say anything! "
Li Zexuan said faintly, but his words really attracted some hatred.
"Ah! Mr. Li, how can you do this! "
"That's right, Professor Li, how can you give the people from the Imperial College such a long holiday!"
"Ah! I can't take it anymore! "
.....
When the students from the other schools who were eating nearby heard Li Zexuan's words, they all started to denounce him.
Li Zexuan had been eating in the canteen recently and had become familiar with many students. As his personality was more casual and he was very young, about the same age as most of them, many students liked to talk to him. Sometimes, they would make some harmless jokes, but Li Zexuan was not angry. Instead, he would go along with their jokes and tease them. This led to everyone calling him teacher, but they would always talk to him as if he was a good friend.
Li Zexuan waved his hand and laughed, "Who asked our Imperial College's students to have such outstanding results? As a teacher, of course, I have to sympathize with them. What's wrong with giving them half a day off?"
Suddenly, there was a wave of wailing from the surroundings.
"Damn!"
Sun Zifan put down his chopsticks, indicating that he could not take it anymore. He shouted exaggeratedly, "Grandmaster, do you still want people from the Imperial College? Quickly take me in as well! "
A ten-year-old kid was dancing and shouting there, looking very funny. Instantly, there was a wave of laughter from the surroundings.
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