She is Jianxiu

The podium in Room C was located directly in front of the students. Because it was much higher than the students' seats, the lecturer could stand on it and have a clear view of the hundreds of people below.

Moreover, scholars cultivate their minds and strengthen their primordial spirit. As a sixth-rank scholar, Zhan Yan naturally has exceptional eyesight. The actions that Jing Chuan and the others thought were concealed were blatantly obvious to him.

In the past, whenever they saw Si Queyi suffer a setback, they would immediately restrain themselves to avoid their master noticing. However, today they reverted to their old ways, and their schemes were completely thwarted by Zhao Chun, preventing them from truly targeting Si Queyi. As a result, Si Que Tan became angry and repeatedly tried to harass him, making his actions increasingly obvious.

Seeing that things were not going well, Jingchuan thought to himself that something was wrong. Just as the person on the stage was about to look over, he quickly gave his brother a wink.

Unfortunately, Zhan Yan was no longer going to pretend to be deaf and dumb this time.

"You, stand up and answer!"

Just as Si Que Tan understood his younger sister's look, a loud shout suddenly came from above, making his body tremble and his face turn deathly pale!

In an instant, all eyes turned to him. Many people chuckled, their eyes filled with a mocking, smug look, mostly those who were gloating. It was clear that these people's methods had already been seen by those with ulterior motives, but they didn't want to get involved, so they kept quiet.

Despite his inner panic, Si Que Tan quickly stood up, gritted his teeth, and said, "This student knows he was wrong, and begs Master Zhan to forgive me this time."

"Oh?" Zhan Yan raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard a joke, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "I haven't even mentioned your crime yet, and you've already confessed that you know you were wrong. It seems that you knowingly did something that was wrong, and you are suspected of knowingly breaking the law."

These words immediately startled Si Que Tan, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. However, he knew that Zhan Yan was strict and stubborn. If he cried out that he was innocent, Zhan Yan would have a thousand ways to find out the truth. If he was convicted, he would be guilty of deceiving his master, which would be unbearable.

After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Si Que Tan's breath hitched, and he finally admitted his mistake, saying, "...It's all my fault, I was confused."

However, he was vague about the mistakes he had made and refused to make them clear.

Zhan Yan was immediately disappointed and sneered, "Are you confused? I don't think so! You haven't done any of your studies, and you've already set your mind on other things. What, are you so sure you can pass the big exam that you're wasting your time in my school?"

She turned and stepped off the stage, quickly walking among the students. She glanced around and said, "Let me tell you, no matter which high branch you climb up to or who you have as your backer, as the mentor of Class C, I have the right to dismiss you today. If you don't believe me, come and try!"

The surrounding area fell silent, everyone burying their heads like quails. Even the direct descendants of the family dared not offend their teacher in the classroom.

As for Si Que Tan, he was now burying his head and shrinking back, trembling like a leaf, clearly too frightened to speak.

Zhan Yan glanced at him and said irritably, "Since you have your mind elsewhere, doesn't that mean you've already mastered everything taught in class? Well then, I'll give you another chance. If you can write out the text from this class, I'll let bygones be bygones and won't hold it against you today... If you fail, then accept your punishment!"

These words, meant to be a lenient and benevolent decision, only made Si Que Tan's face turn even paler, and his heart filled with utter desolation.

It should be noted that he had focused all his energy on dealing with Si Queyi, so he had no time to understand the script. Therefore, he not only couldn't write the character "克" (ke) that he had learned today, but he also couldn't understand it even with his naked eyes.

Zhan Yan's actions were clearly intended to make things difficult for him!
Si Que Tan harbored resentment in his heart, but dared not openly defy his master. He remained silent for a short while before resigning himself and saying, "This student is willing to accept the punishment."

Fortunately, the punishment did not ultimately fall on him. Seeing that Si Que Tan had admitted his mistake, the companion next to him stood up tremblingly, not daring to raise his head, and stared at his feet in panic, his face ashen.

Zhan Yan snorted coldly and pulled out a ruler from his waist, striking the man's shoulder with a sharp crack. It didn't seem like he used much force, but it made the man tremble all over. Because he dared not scream, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and a layer of fine sweat quickly covered his forehead, as if he was in great pain.

Zhao Chun watched coldly, only sensing a few clues about the use of Yuan Soul from the ruler when Zhan Yan made his move. She knew that this tool for punishing students must have been crafted, and now that it was in the hands of Zhan Yan, a sixth-rank scholar, it could be said to complement each other. With just a little effort, he could inflict pain on the punished without causing any serious harm.

Unfortunately, in aristocratic families, everything had to be done according to the rules of these powerful clans. When a student made a mistake, the one who was punished became his study companion. It was as if the servants were being punished because of their masters, which greatly embarrassed their masters. Zhao Chun, however, did not think so.

Thinking to himself, the origin of such rules must be that nobles inherently believe that their bloodline is superior and that their bodies and souls cannot be punished at will. That is why they use the bodies of commoners to carry out these duties. Only at this point can the lives of commoners be barely compared to the face of the nobles.

This is the current state of affairs in Qianmingjietian.

She felt a sense of clarity, yet there was no resentment or frustration. As an observer, she simply gained her own understanding of the situation. After all, in the Three Thousand Worlds, the struggles between Xuanmen Daoist cultivators were sometimes ten or even a hundred times more brutal than those of the Sique Clan. In such a world of great strife, only those who held the reins had the right to show mercy.

The more powerful one is, the more compassionate one can be. Zhao Chun stared intently at the punished companion, while Si Queyi beside her lowered his eyes, revealing a hint of reluctance.

In the tradition of the School of Mind, this compassion is sometimes not a bad thing. The teachings of the sages encompass all things, and with a childlike heart, one can discern truths that others cannot understand. This is just as the saying goes: the wicked and petty cannot comprehend the writings of a virtuous person, and the upright cannot grasp the intricacies of calculation.

Zhan Yan looked down at Si Queyi with even more admiration. After a few exchanges, he felt a desire to test her, so he suddenly called her up and said, "I remember you didn't have much luck with the character analysis in the last class. Now let's try it again and see how you've progressed."

Unlike the nervousness of the Master of Ceremonies being summoned by his teacher, the other students in Room C felt more envy and resentment upon hearing this.

The Si Que clan's academy admits students every year, with each of the Bing-character rooms typically having seven or eight hundred students. The instructors, being sixth-rank scholars, wouldn't be unable to remember all the names of these students; it's just a matter of whether they pay attention to them. Those students sitting at the front, who could privately seek guidance from the instructors, naturally became familiar faces. However, there were very few in the Bing-character room like Si Queyi, who had only been in the academy for a few days and yet had already caught the instructors' attention.

Those as quick-witted as Jingchuan and the others immediately realized that they had acted too much and had aroused Zhan Yan's attention. Now, their plan had backfired, and they had actually pushed Si Queyi right under their master's nose!

It's better if she can't write it today. If Si Queyi really writes the inscription, and the young master of the main family hears the whole story, she and her two brothers can forget about staying in the clan school!
Si Que Tan also understood this principle. Seeing that the person next to him had stood up with a hesitant expression, he couldn't help but turn his head and stare intently at Si Que Yi. He silently worshipped the sage in his heart, hoping that the other party would not write anything.

This is an in-class test. Less than two hours have passed since Professor Zhan Yan wrote the essay. If Si Queyi can write it down, then his reputation as a genius will truly be confirmed.

"Master Zhan, I..."

Si Queyi was on edge; if she hadn't forced herself to control herself, her hands would probably be trembling. She really wanted to confess to her master that she wasn't good at deciphering characters, and if she had two more days, she might be able to write them.

But she was asked to put pen to paper immediately...

"Miss Sique, with my help, why not give it a try?"

Si Queyi almost cried out, and couldn't help but turn to Zhao Chun to tell her about a rule of the clan school that companions were not allowed to speak freely in class. But as soon as she looked down, she saw Zhao Chun spreading out the papers for her as if no one else was there, without making any movement of her lips. Only the voice in her mind was as calm and composed as the other person usually was.

"Don't worry, Miss Sique, I'm talking to you. I'll help you from now on, just do as I say."

Is it an internal heart sound?
Si Queyi's breath hitched, and he thought to himself that such a method could only be achieved by an eighth-rank scholar. How long had Miss Zhao's literary talent been awakened? Had she already reached the eighth rank?

She frowned, and almost fearfully raised her eyes, quickly glancing at Zhan Yan's face.

Strangely, the master himself didn't notice Miss Zhao's actions at all. Normally, whispered thoughts would be easily detected by scholars of higher rank...

As Si Queyi frowned in deep thought, Zhao Chun had already finished arranging the table and then picked up a pen, intending to hand it directly to Si Queyi.

In the present moment, she is already on the verge of action and has no choice but to act.

Never mind, Miss Zhao has already saved her once, and no matter what she does now, she won't try to harm her in any way!

Si Queyi composed himself, held his pen up and hovered it over the paper. A drop of sweat slid down his nose, making a soft patter as it seeped into the paper.

Then, a familiar voice came from my heart again:

"The first stroke falls on the upper left."

The master herself was still unaware, as if she were the only one in the world who could hear Zhao Chun's voice.

Si Queyi suddenly felt at ease. It was as if a large hand was sweeping away all her distracting thoughts, leaving only a clean and clear stroke in her mind!

Without hesitation, she imitated the stroke and made the first stroke on the paper! (End of Chapter)