Chapter 39
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After tricking all the Imperial College students, Meton had become famous in the Imperial College!
When every teacher was teaching, they would specially mention Meton, making Meton look like a panda in the zoo.
"Hmm! Not bad! Meton, sit down! "The Professor nodded in satisfaction. ,
Meton wiped his cold sweat and sat down. In the face of the sudden question from the Professor, Meton used a little of the advanced ideas of the future, which made the Professor's eyes light up. He was very satisfied and even looked at Meton differently.
"Shameless!" The Imperial College students looked at Meton trying to please the teachers of the Imperial College one by one and couldn't help but despise him.
"Brother, you're my brother! Teach me a few things! " Qin Huaiyu and the other two ran over to ask for advice. That was the Old Man who was fierce to them. Why was he so nice to Meton? If they could learn a little, then their studies in the future would be much easier.
"If you please the teacher, it means that you have to be excellent in your studies in the future. Are you sure you can do it?" Meton raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Sigh!" The three of them sighed and left in disappointment.
Moton smiled wryly as well. He wasn't a nerd who studied until he lost his mind. He had already offended countless students in the Directorate, and if he didn't curry favor with the teachers, then he probably wouldn't be far from packing his bags and getting kicked out.
Regardless of how others looked at him, Meton continued to please the teacher.
"Mo Jiazi is really good. He actually finished all the mathematics that the Old Man left behind in 15 minutes without any mistakes!" The Professor of Mathematics, Shen Hongcai, returned to the teacher's office in amazement. His face was full of emotion.
After one class,
The Professor of Imperial College also sighed with satisfaction. "Mo Jiazi's knowledge is really unique!"
Another lesson.
The Professor of Law also had a look of admiration. "Mo Jiazi is actually so proficient in Legalism. Some of his viewpoints are actually so similar to the Old Man's, and some of them are even beyond the Old Man's imagination.
One by one, the doctoral students were conquered by Meton. When they came back, they couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. These people had been teaching all their lives. Although they had some prejudice against Confucianism, they all had a heart of love for talent. How could they not be happy in the face of such an outstanding student?
"Everyone, don't be mistaken! Meton is Mo Jiazi's younger brother. How can you be biased towards him? "Liu Yinian, the scholar of calligraphy, said unhappily.
"So what? Kong Sheng is still studying under me. So what if I teach Brother Mo Jiazi? "The Imperial Academy Doctor said nonchalantly.
"Kong Sheng proposed Distinctionless Education! Why can't Mo Jiazi teach him! "Shen Hongcai, the Professor of Mathematics, argued.
Ever since Liu Yinian confirmed that he had beaten Mo Jiazi in calligraphy, he had been arrogant. This had already caused the other doctoral students to be unhappy. They all said one after another, and Liu Yinian was speechless.
Liu Yinian went to class with a stomach full of grievances.
"Meton, this is the calligraphy that you handed in!" Liu Yinian's face was full of anger. He angrily unfolded a piece of paper, only to see a few crooked characters that were particularly eye-catching.
"Hahaha!" All the Imperial College students roared with laughter. Xiong Maocai's laughter was the loudest.
"Meton, your handwriting …"
Qin Huaiyu and the other two were stunned. They all knew that Mo Jiazi's handwriting was bad, but they did not expect it to be so bad. It was even worse than the handwriting of a seven-year-old child.
"As the Imperial College student with the worst handwriting since the establishment of the Imperial College, what do you have to say?" Liu Yinian said angrily.
"Students can also write well. It's just that I'm not used to using a brush!" Meton defended himself. He had never written with a brush in his previous life. Being able to write well was the result of his hard work.
"Then what did you use in the past? Were you still carving bamboo slips or writing on a sand table?" Liu Yinian said harshly.
"The Mo Family Village was very poor in the past. I don't think they could afford to buy pens and paper!" Xiong Maocai taunted loudly on purpose.
"Hahaha!" The Imperial College students roared with laughter. They finally found a sense of superiority in Mo Jiazi. It turned out that Mo Jiazi was still flawed.
"Remember, I don't care how well you write on bamboo slips or sand tables. Those are already obsolete! The Imperial College trains officials who can write and read official documents. I don't care what method you use or what brush you use. You must write well on paper! "Liu Yinian roared angrily.
"Pa, pa, pa!"
A total of ten ferule strikes immediately caused Modun's palm to swell up.
"If you don't write well in the future, I will continue to hit you with the ruler until you write well!" Liu Yinian said viciously before he left.
Of course, he knew how difficult it was to write well. He wanted to use this method to force Meton to leave. If Meton could not stand the ruler's punishment and voluntarily quit the Imperial College in the future, even the Emperor would not blame him.
"Tsk!" Meton looked at the red and swollen palms and could not help but gasp. She did not expect Liu Yinian to be so ruthless!
"Old Man Liu, this is a ruthless attitude!" Qin Huaiyu said unhappily.
"Hmph! If you can't take it, then voluntarily quit the Imperial College. You don't have to stay here and ruin the reputation of the Imperial College! "Xiong Maocai sneered sarcastically.
He was feeling superior in front of Meton. Whenever he had the chance, he would target Meton.
"Isn't it just calligraphy? Meton will definitely be able to master it if he practices for a long time! "Qin Huaiyu defended Merton.
"Can he master it if he practices for a long time?" Xiong Maocai laughed.
"It's fine if you are from a family of generals practice calligraphy. But do you know that all of us here have been practicing since we were seven years old? That's why we can write the way we do now. If you want to talk about knowledge, there are geniuses, but there are none who practice calligraphy! "Xiong Maocai said proudly.
The other Imperial College students around them also nodded silently. Practicing calligraphy was indeed the hardest and slowest learning. Which one of them did not put in a lot of hard work to achieve what they had today?
"Then what should we do? Then we won't be able to escape from Old Man Liu! "Qin Huaiyu said worriedly.
"Don't worry, I only have a way to write well!" Meton said.
"Hmph! Don't brag without a draft. If you can write well in a short period of time, I, Xiong Maocai, will avoid you. If you can't write well, then don't force yourself. Just drop out and save yourself the humiliation, "Xiong Maocai taunted.
"It's a deal!" Meton stared at Xiong Maocai and said word by word.
Xiong Maocai saw Meton's confident gaze and his heart skipped a beat. However, when he thought about his experience, he felt that there was no possibility of him losing. He immediately nodded and said, "It's a deal."
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