A Genius in a Second to Remember Love? Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Liu family's school was not big, and there were only twenty students. They ranged in age from three to fifteen. The size of the school, the number of students, and the age of the students were very different from what Jiang Pengji had imagined. She could not help but think back to her school days.
Da Zhuangzhu Furen: "Is this the ancient classroom? The conditions are so bad, and there are so few students. I wonder what the teachers are like …"
Dung Hai Kuangzhu: "This is good enough, okay? The literacy rate in ancient times was very low. There were very few people who could study, and the expenses were very high. The host is in the family school, and the conditions are very good. Most of the expenses are covered by the family … "
After all, whether it was the cost of hiring a teacher or the cost of writing brushes, ink, and paper for learning, the cost was not something an ordinary family could afford.
Jiang Pengji randomly picked a table and sat down. She took out the bamboo paper that her maid, Taxue, and Xunmei had cut out. She practiced her calligraphy as if there was no one else around. The other students took advantage of the absence of the teacher to review what they had learned the day before.
Sorceress Ahfeng: "23333 No matter what era it is, I feel like the habit of studying in the morning will never change."
Meisha Warrior Ahyuan: "Yes, it's full of the feeling of studying in the morning."
The other students tried their best to get a seat closest to the teacher. Only Jiang Pengji's table was at the back, which made her stand out.
Of course, what made her stand out from the crowd was not her location, but the school supplies she used to practice calligraphy.
Most of the students could only carry heavy bamboo slips. Jiang Pengji was the only one who used bamboo paper, which was very expensive. Her calligraphy was the same as before, and there was no improvement at all. To the other students, it was a waste of God's gift.
"Oh, I haven't seen Cousin Xi for more than a year. Why is your calligraphy still the same? You haven't improved?"
Finally, someone was willing to be the leader and help some people say what they wanted to say in their hearts.
Jiang Pengji had to stop writing, and she looked up at the person who had spoken. It was the son of Liu Lanting's father.
Jiang Pengji had seen Liu Lanting's memories, and she knew why she did not like to come to the family school. If it were her, she would not have come either.
To avoid gossip in the clan, Liu Lanting attended the family school before she turned eight instead of hiring a tutor to study at home.
Liu Lanting had entered the family school at the age of four, and by the time she was eight, she had become more and more taciturn. She looked at others with fear, and she was also afraid of interacting with others. The root cause was the family school, or rather, the bullies in the family school.
Although these brats were young, they also had the ability to flatter those above them and step on those below them. It was as if they were born with it.
As a child, Liu Lanting was very skinny and shy. She blushed when she spoke too much. To some naughty children, she was the easiest target to bully. They did not have to worry about being discovered if they secretly ostracized her. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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At that time, Liu Lanting came to school in a different outfit. She also used the best brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones to study. She was so different from the other children of the Liu family that it was inevitable that some of the children of the Liu family who were struggling to make ends meet would feel uncomfortable.
What if it was unfair?
Of course, they would find a way to balance it out. They were all children, and it was normal to have some friction.
However, they were not stupid. They bullied Liu Lanting, but they did not make it too obvious. In the beginning, they only bullied her softly, distanced themselves from her, and said some nasty things from time to time. Liu Lanting was still young, and the second lady had protected her too well. The silly girl did not realize it.
Her inaction provoked the other students. They pushed her aside at first, and then they snatched the brushes, ink, and inkstones. Then, they insulted her, saying that she was raised by a wife, and that she would be abandoned when the second lady had a son or daughter. In the end, it became a "bloody incident."
Yes, a "bloody incident." Eight-year-old Liu Lanting was pushed into a pond near the family school. She even knocked her head on the ground.
At that time, the bedridden Second Madam heard the news. Despite her illness, she directly bombarded the teachers and the parents of the naughty children. She even angrily withdrew the financial aid to the family school, forcing the parents to apologize in person.
That's right … Although the brushes and ink used by the clan were purchased with money from the clan, in accordance with the principle of being a family, those expensive brushes and ink were purchased in bulk from the second wife's dowry workshop. The quality was good, and the price was quite discounted.
It was said that the children were young and did not mean to hurt others, but that was not an excuse for them to hurt others without apologizing.
Jiang Pengji narrowed her eyes. She had only seen the person in front of her a few times during the festive season. He was one of the naughty children who had ostracized Liu Lanting.
Also … was this fellow mocking her words?
Toudu Feiqiu: "Hahaha, Streamer, your words are being mocked. They're red and dazed."
Yaihe Saigao: "Streamer, look at your face. I've only been learning for a few hours."
Jiang Pengji glanced at the livestream screen. Her action was seen as arrogant disregard by the other party, and she was immediately put on the spot.
With the intention of humiliating him, he sat down in front of her. He scolded her, but his face showed some excitement.
"Cousin Xi, since you've hired a teacher to teach at home, you should naturally learn from the teachers. You're always playing around and don't know what's good for you. If Second Uncle comes back to teach Cousin Xi, he'll be so angry that he'll fall."
Jiang Pengji glanced at him and said slowly, "It's okay. Only with comparison can we know who's better and who's worse. Father won't blame you."
Huh? What did she mean?
Not only did the cousin not understand, but the audience watching the livestream was also confused.
"Cousin …" Jiang Pengji continued to speak slowly, "It's only March. Mosquitoes aren't that big …"
What? The cousin didn't understand at first, but when he saw where Jiang Pengji was looking, his cheeks suddenly turned red. He pulled up his collar unnaturally and glared at Jiang Pengji with a look of embarrassment and annoyance.
"Cousin, you look handsome. I think your brother is very satisfied with you."
Jiang Pengji blinked under the cousin's gaze and said meaningfully, "If you're not feeling well, it's better to ask the teacher for leave as soon as possible. After all, it's extremely rude to be restless in the teacher's class, not to mention sitting down in front of others."
After she finished speaking, Jiang Pengji took the book box that she had just packed away and sat down on another mat.
Coincidentally, the teacher arrived late and saw the cousin sitting on the floor in a daze. He was so angry that his beard almost flew up.
"You're rude!"
"Master … Teacher …"
Jiang Pengji was not affected at all. Instead, she opened the bamboo scroll and listened to the teacher's lecture while reading the bullet screen.
Yaihe Saigao: "Can someone explain what just happened? I saw that cousin sitting down to lecture the host for no reason, and then the teacher came over and scolded him. Oh my god … this was the first time I knew that an old pedant from ancient times could scold people so harshly and to the point …
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