"Chancellor, I want to be transferred to the School of Mathematics!"
"I also want to be transferred to the School of Mathematics!"
"Me too, me too!"
… …
When Kong Yingda opened the door, he was instantly stupefied by the chattering bastards in front of him. Transfer to the School of Mathematics? Ever since the Directorate was divided into six academies, there had never been such a transfer from the top to the bottom!
"Sun Zifan, are you sure you want to be transferred from the School of Imperial Studies to the School of Mathematics?"
Kong Yingda frowned and asked.
"I'm sure, I'm sure. Chancellor, can you quickly transfer me to the School of Mathematics?"
Sun Zifan hurriedly nodded his head excitedly.
"What about you guys?"
Kong Yingda was in disbelief as he looked at the other students and asked.
"Chancellor, we all want to be transferred to the School of Mathematics."
Kong Yingda was completely stupefied at this moment. He stared blankly for a moment before suddenly putting on a stern face and berating sternly, "Sun Zifan, who instigated all of you to be transferred to the School of Mathematics?"
Sun Zifan said with a blank face, "Chancellor, no one instigated us, we all did it willingly."
"Yes yes, we all did it willingly."
Kong Yingda asked with an ugly expression, "Then do all of your elders know?"
"Uh, cough cough, my father still doesn't know!"
Sun Zifan coughed awkwardly.
"Transferring academies is an important matter, you all must discuss it with your elders. If they agree, then I will allow you all to do it. If they don't agree, then you all must reflect on your own actions today!"
Kong Yingda's thoughts turned and decided to drag it out like this. Otherwise, if so many students were to be transferred to the School of Mathematics all of a sudden, wouldn't that be a complete mess? Moreover, although these students were muddle-headed, Kong Yingda didn't believe that their fathers would also do muddle-headed things.
Sun Zifan rolled his eyes and smiled as he agreed, "Chancellor is right, I will go home today and ask for my father's opinion."
After saying that, he bid farewell to the other wastrels and left.
Kong Yingda's eyelids twitched fiercely as he felt that things weren't as simple as he thought.
…
Li Zexuan marked the test papers for a while. When he saw that it was almost time, he went to another classroom to prepare for the training session for the instructors. In the "office", the other two teaching assistants naturally followed him.
The afternoon training session was surprisingly smooth. After a little more than two hours, the last bit of pinyin knowledge was taught. Li Zexuan let out a sigh of relief. He thought to himself that he was finally done with his work. In the future, he could continue to live a leisurely life.
After the teachers finished asking their questions, Li Zexuan dismissed the class in advance. He packed up his teaching materials in high spirits and prepared to go home. In this terrible weather, he should be cooped up at home teasing his servant girl. Instead, he came out to give a lecture. God knows if his brain was flooded with water. "I want to go home, I want to go home." Li Zexuan's brain was now dominated by the strong desire to go home. As for the teachers' Pinyin knowledge test, Kong Yingda was naturally responsible for it.
"Dr. Li, please wait!"
Just when Li Zexuan finished packing up his things and was preparing to leave, he heard Kong Yingda's voice. Li Zexuan secretly cursed his bad luck.
"Chancellor Kong, is there anything else?"
Li Zexuan stopped and asked.
"Dr. Li, Sun Zifan and the other students from the Imperial College want to be transferred to the Institute of Mathematics. Do you know about this?"
Kong Yingda chased after him and asked with a serious face.
Li Zexuan opened his eyes wide in "shock" and his face was filled with "disbelief" as he asked, "There is such a thing? That is really strange. I have never heard of such a strange thing. Could it be that Chancellor is purposely making fun of me? "
Even if he was beaten to death, he would never admit that it had anything to do with him. Moreover, this matter had nothing to do with him. It was the group of students who wanted to cause trouble.
Kong Yingda saw Li Zexuan's exaggerated expression and frowned. He had nowhere to vent his anger.
"Oh, then forget it. You can go now, Dr. Li!"
"Okay!"
…
Outside, San Bao had already brought the carriage over. Li Zexuan took off his straw rain cape and got on the carriage. The carriage moved slowly and gradually out of the Imperial College and into the drizzling streets of Chang 'an. Li Zexuan sat comfortably on the sofa and drank some hot water. He looked at the rain outside the window and was lost in thought.
This scene reminded him of a modern poem — Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Alley". It was a pity that he didn't have a girl with the same color and fragrance as a lilac beside him. Alright, to put it more simply, this guy was starting to miss his wife again.
"Sigh, ancient times have their good points, and modern times have their good points. Ancient beauties are pure and natural, and ancient beauties are more charming. Modern times have all kinds of high-tech. No matter where you are, no matter how far you are, when you miss your wife, you can send her a message, call her, or even accept a video call!"
Li Zexuan muttered to himself. He did not expect that after experiencing so many years of long-distance love in modern times, he would still have to endure the pain of a long-distance love for a few months after transmigrating to ancient times. Although this so-called long-distance love was only a few dozen miles away, due to secular etiquette, this few dozen miles was a gap that he and Han Yuxi could not cross in these few months.
"Young Master, we are home!"
Just as Li Zexuan was lost in his thoughts, the carriage arrived at the Li Residence. Li Zexuan came back to his senses. He got off the carriage and took the oil-paper umbrella from San Bao. He walked alone to the West Courtyard.
San Bao looked at Li Zexuan's back and scratched his head in confusion. He felt that his young master was a little off today, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong.
…
"Young Master, you are back? Xiao Xi will go to the kitchen to make a bowl of ginger soup for you to get rid of the cold! "
When he returned to the West Courtyard, he met Xiao Xi as soon as he entered the house. The little girl went up to Li Zexuan to wipe the rain off his face as she went to get the ginger soup for Li Zexuan.
"Don't … Xiao Xi!"
Li Zexuan called out softly. Xiao Xi could hear that her young master's voice was a little off. She was startled and asked, "Young Master, what's wrong? Ah, no ~ Young Master! "
It was Li Zexuan who turned around and hugged Xiao Xi tightly. The little girl was shocked by this sudden attack. She instinctively wanted to twist her body and break free from his embrace, but he hugged her even tighter.
"Don't move. Let me hug you quietly for a while!"
Li Zexuan said softly.
Xiao Xi saw that Li Zexuan was only hugging her and did not do anything out of line. The little girl felt relieved and stopped moving. She let Li Zexuan hug her quietly.
After an unknown period of time, Xiao Xi felt that her body was getting heavier and heavier. After a while, she heard the sound of even breathing. It turned out that Li Zexuan had fallen asleep while hugging her. The smell on this little girl's body was simply too nice.
Luckily, they were not standing too far away from the bed. Xiao Xi dragged Li Zexuan onto the bed and covered him with a blanket. The little girl saw the tired look on her young master's face and couldn't help but cry. She sobbed softly at the side.
"Wu wu ~ Young Master, you have worked hard!"
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