Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 63 You Can’t Black (Please Recommend)

In the courtyard on the south bank.

"Haha, I never thought that the world-famous Feng Sanding couldn't even open the Wen Palace." A student said with a smile on his face, "It's really a pity..."

"Snapped--"

The student's head tilted suddenly, as if he had been slapped in the face.

One side of his face suddenly turned red.

"Who?!"

The student was furious, but couldn't find the person who hit him, so he asked, "Did you see who hit me?"

The other students looked at each other, some of them confused about what was going on.

One student couldn't help but ask: "Brother Chen, what is this?"

"I seem to have been beaten." The beaten student looked around in confusion, but he did not see anyone beating him, but he was indeed beaten.

Damn it.

"Brother Chen, there's no one here."

The students looked at each other in confusion, some of them not understanding.

……

In a pavilion on the South Bank.

"I never thought that the world-famous Feng Sanding could not open the Wen Palace..." A student said in disbelief, "If the Wen Palace cannot be opened, it is useless to have a talent of three buckets."

"Snapped--"

The student's head tilted and half of his face turned red.

"Who?!"

The student was furious.

"Brother Luo, just now..."

The student who was in the pavilion looked around and asked in surprise.

"Who is it? Come out!" The student's face flushed red with shame. He was a student of the No. 81 Academy, but he was slapped in the face.

Simply unforgivable.

……

Outside the academy, on a small path.

"I heard that the Three Dings cannot be opened. Do you know if it's true?" A student asked curiously. It was really unexpected. "The Three Dings are not only three-level gentlemen, but also three-level talents. Logically, this shouldn't be the case..."

"Haha, so what if you are a gentleman of the Three Dings?"

Some students sneered twice.

"Snapped--"

The student who sneered suddenly had half of his face red.

……

The next morning.

In front of the academy gate, the students got off the bus one after another.

However, many students covered half of their faces with handkerchiefs, lowered their heads and hurried towards the gate.

"Hey, why are they covering their faces?"

A student asked in surprise.

"I don't know."

One student shook his head and said, "It looks like something may have happened."

"Haha, I heard they were all beaten up." A student stepped forward and said with a smile, "Besides, they were beaten up, and we don't even know who did it, haha."

"Who hit me?"

A student asked in surprise.

"If they don't know, how can I know?"

The student shook his head, also very curious, "I also heard that their faces have been swollen for almost a day, and it hasn't gone away yet...

The students who were beaten bumped into each other in front of the gate and were all stunned.

"Brother Chen, were you... beaten?" a student asked in astonishment, covering his face.

"No."

The student quickly denied it. How could he admit that he was beaten?

But everyone knew what was going on after just one glance at each other, and then asked with confusion on their faces: "It seems that you... do you know who did it?"

"Hmph, don't let me know, otherwise!"

“It’s just audacious.”

"If you dare to insult me, I will make him pay the price..."

Dozens of students covered their faces and spoke indignantly as they walked.

"Could it be the teacher?" One student had a wild idea. The only person who could hit someone without anyone noticing was the teacher of the academy. "Why would the teacher hit someone without any reason?"

Some students shook their heads repeatedly, looking at the students who shared the same pain and said, "Besides, the teacher would not do this either. It's really embarrassing."

They suddenly became the focus of the academy.

At this time, even famous students such as Feng Qingyan, Mu Yu, and Zhou Chang all looked at them in surprise.

"Brother Zhou, what are they doing?"

Feng Qingyan asked in surprise.

Zhou Chang shook his head, not knowing what had happened, and continued, "Brother Feng, I have founded a poetry club with other students, but would you like to join our poetry club?"

"I am already the president of the Qin Club, I am afraid..."

Feng Qingyan shook his head.

"What a pity." Zhou Chang sighed.

If Feng Sanding joins the poetry society, it will probably inspire many students.

In these few short days, although there are only more than 300 students in the academy, many academic societies have been established, such as the Qin Society founded by Feng Qingyan and Mu Yu, the Chess Society founded by Rong Tao, the Book Society founded by Yu Yuan, the Painting Society founded by Mei Lan, the Poetry Society founded by Zhou Chang, the Music Society founded by He Lian Shan, etc.

As for Yan Shan, apart from being inexplicably dragged into the book club, he spent all day reading in the library just like Feng Qingyan.

He reads even harder than Feng Qingyan, sometimes reading all night long in the library.

……

"Master Zhang, do you know who beat up this student?"

Some teachers also became curious. After all, they were students of the academy and they could not just ignore it.

"Don't worry about this matter." The old teacher said with a smile.

"Do not care?"

The teacher was a little surprised, but didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, the teacher came to the library and found Feng Qingyan who was studying hard. He said, "Qingyan, did you hear that a student was beaten for no reason?"

"Saw."

Feng Qingyan raised his head and said.

"This matter has something to do with you."

The old teacher thought for a moment and said that although Dean An had already given instructions, he couldn't just ignore it. "The students were beaten, it can't be said that they were beaten for no reason. There must be a reason."

"It's related to me?" Feng Qingyan was surprised.

"The one who beat them was the Mountain Burial God." The old instructor looked at Feng Qingyan meaningfully, as if the relationship between them was not as simple as favor.

"Why?"

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Jiuge was the one hitting someone.

"Well... they said behind your back that you couldn't open the Wen Palace, that's it." The old teacher pondered for a moment, "You have a good relationship with the Mountain Burial God, so ask the Mountain Burial God to restrain himself. Otherwise, if you continue to make trouble, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it to you either."

"I will go and talk to you. As for whether the Mountain Burial God will listen or not..."

Feng Qingyan said after a moment of hesitation.

The old teacher nodded, and then asked curiously: "Qingyan, you have a great talent for literature, why don't you open a literary palace?"

"No rush, wait a little longer." Feng Qingyan said.

"What are you waiting for?"

"I don't know what I'm waiting for. Maybe the time has not come yet..."

Although the Wen Palace has not been opened yet, Feng Qingyan is not really worried about not being able to open the Wen Palace.

Maybe later, but it will come.

After the old teacher left, Feng Qingyan did not rush back, but continued to study in the library. In fact, with his wisdom, he could understand many books at a glance...

The learning ability of other students is completely incomparable to his.

What he lacks now is time, or to be more precise, he has not read enough books in this world...

Return to the cabin in the evening.

Feng Qingyan still didn't rush to summon Jiuge, and was still studying seriously.

When it was midnight, he put down the book, stretched his muscles, boiled water to make some tea, and then asked, "Jiuge, are you angry?"

Jiuge appeared, dancing and babbling something.

"You mean, I studied so hard, but they still laugh at me?" Feng Qingyan couldn't help but smile, "This is indeed not right. You have avenged me."

"Jiuge, thank you."

Feng Qingyan did not salute, but his eyes were full of gratitude. He continued, "You have punished them for this matter. How about we stop here?"

He was a little worried that Jiuge's actions had offended the teachers of the academy.

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