Chapter 21 The Careless Master
After hearing what Jiang Shuyuan said, Liu Mengmeng was furious. She sneered and said, "Jiang Shuyuan, who do you think you are? So what if you are the emperor's student? Our students in the Huang class are not to be trifled with."
Wu Xi and Yang Jiamin joined the argument after hearing what the two said. Yang Jiamin said, "Liu Mengmeng, what do you think you are so great about? You are just a small student in the Huang class, and you want to compete with our Xuan class?"
Wu Xi also said: "That's right, Liu Mengmeng, do you think you can be complacent just because you have Jiang Zhiyu and Xiao Wen supporting you? Don't forget, the students in our Xuan class are not pushovers either."
After hearing what the students from Class Huang said, they were also very angry and stood up to defend Liu Mengmeng. The emotions of both sides became more and more excited, and the situation was out of control.
At this time, the dean of the Imperial College came over. He looked at the quarreling parties and said gloomily, "What are you doing? Is the Imperial College a place for you to quarrel? You are all students of the emperor. You should focus on your studies instead of quarreling here."
Both parties were startled by the dean's voice and immediately quieted down. Liu Mengmeng and Jiang Shuyuan looked at each other and saw the unwillingness in each other's eyes.
Liu Mengmeng glanced at Jiang Zhiyu. Although she was still dissatisfied, she was too embarrassed to argue any further, so she snorted coldly and turned her head away.
Seeing this, Wu Xi secretly felt disdainful in his heart, but he didn't want to argue with Liu Mengmeng anymore, so he turned to look at Jiang Zhiyu and deliberately raised his voice to ask: "Jiang Zhiyu, what are the students in your Huang class studying these days? Is there anything new?"
Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly and said, "Our students in Class Huang have their own strengths. Some study poetry, some delve into calligraphy and painting, and some explore Confucianism. As for new ideas, of course there are some, but now is not the time to show them off."
"Oh?" Wu Xi's eyes flashed with contempt. "Then do you have any unique insights that you can share with the students in our Xuan class?"
The dean looked at everyone sharply and said in a deep voice, "Since you can't agree on the answer, let's have a competition. How about we use your academic achievements to decide who is better?"
Everyone felt a little excited when they heard this, but they remained calm. Liu Mengmeng and Jiang Zhiyu exchanged glances and saw the determination in each other's eyes.
Yang Jiamin smiled disdainfully: "Competition? Do you guys in Class Huang have the confidence?"
Jiang Zhiyu stood up and looked at Yang Jiamin firmly: "We students in Class Huang naturally have a certain degree of confidence. We are willing to accept the challenge."
The dean nodded in agreement: "Then it will be held tomorrow in the square of the Imperial College. Everyone can watch the battle. Are you ready?"
"We're ready!" The students in Class Yellow answered in unison, their voices firm and loud.
The students in the Xuan class looked at the students in the Huang class, with a hint of nervousness in their eyes, but it soon turned into determination.
After returning to their respective classes, the girls in Class Huang began to nervously prepare for tomorrow's competition. Liu Mengmeng looked at the night outside the window, with a lot of thoughts in her mind. She turned her head to look at Jiang Zhiyu, only to see her carefully flipping through a book, with a focused and determined expression on her face.
Liu Mengmeng secretly admired them, and at the same time, she strengthened her determination. She knew that in the competition tomorrow, they must go all out to prove the strength of the Huang class.
On the other side, the girls in the Xuan class were also preparing nervously. Jiang Shuyuan looked at the book in her hand with a firm look in her eyes. She knew that they had to win the competition tomorrow in order to continue to maintain the honor of the Xuan class.
Yang Jiamin looked at Jiang Shuyuan with a hint of jealousy in her eyes. She knew that Jiang Shuyuan had always been the pride of Xuanban and the goal she had always wanted to surpass.
Wu Xi looked at Yang Jiamin, feeling a little uneasy. She knew that Yang Jiamin's personality could easily lead to conflicts. She hoped that tomorrow's competition would go smoothly without any accidents.
On the second day, the square of the Imperial College was bustling with people. Many students came to the square early, waiting for the competition to begin.
The dean walked onto the stage and announced in a loud voice: "Today's competition will be divided into three parts: poetry and calligraphy, ritual and music, and calligraphy and painting. Each part has a full score of 10, and the one with the highest score will win."
After hearing this, everyone became nervous. They knew that this competition would determine the honor of the two classes.
The competition began, and the girls in Class Huang went all out, showing their profound academic foundation. Liu Mengmeng's poetry and calligraphy, Jiang Zhiyu's rituals and music, and Xiao Wen's calligraphy and painting all received high praise from the judges.
When the girls in Xuan class saw this scene, they all felt pressured.
But they did not back down, but worked harder to show their talents. Jiang Shuyuan's poetry and calligraphy, Wu Xi's ritual music, and Yang Jiamin's calligraphy and painting also showed their outstanding strength.
The competition was over, and the girls in Class Yellow watched the results announced by the judges with great anticipation. When the judges announced that Class Yellow had won by a narrow margin, they hugged each other excitedly, tears of joy streaming down their cheeks.
The girls in the Xuan class watched this scene, and although they were unwilling, they did not show their dissatisfaction. They knew that in this competition, the Huang class did perform better.
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In the Imperial College, the students in the yellow class were waiting for today's teacher in the classroom.
After Dr. Qian left, they took turns to receive instruction from the Xuanban teachers. However, these Xuanban teachers were dismissive of the Huangban students and seemed absent-minded in their instruction.
At this time, Zhang Anjie couldn't help but complain: "The treatment in our Imperial College is really getting worse and worse. First, Dr. Qian left, and now these careless Xuanban teachers are here."
Hu Jiahong comforted him, "Brother Zhang, just be content. At least we still have a teacher willing to teach us. Compared with the students in other classes, we are much better off."
At this moment, the door of the classroom was pushed open, and a Xuanban teacher walked in. He was wearing a green robe, with a serious face and a hint of arrogance in his eyes.
The teacher looked around the classroom, and finally stopped his gaze on Jiang Zhiyu, and said coldly: "You are the leader of the yellow class, right?"
Jiang Zhiyu stood up and answered respectfully, "It is me, Master. What can I do for you?"
The Master said impatiently, "Today it is my turn to teach you, so I will just talk about the Analects. Who knows what this book is about?"
The students in the classroom looked at each other in bewilderment. Xu Guokun raised his hand hesitantly and said, "Master, the Analects is a book compiled by Confucius' disciples to record the words and deeds of Confucius and his disciples."
The Master glared at him and said disdainfully, "Yes, since you know that The Analects talks about how Confucius taught his disciples, then I will test you. What is the most important thing for Confucius to teach his disciples?"
Liao Zhen answered confidently: "The most important thing for a master to teach his disciples is naturally benevolence, righteousness, and morality."