This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 142 Senior Sister Raises a Gigolo
The sun is rising in the sky.

The school, instead of its usual serious and solemn tone, suddenly became noisy and filled with chatter.

It turned out that everyone was rushing to the stage to hand in their homework.

First write the three idioms taught in the last class on the blackboard, and then write ten characters.

At this time of year in the past, the little ones would be lifeless with their heads drooped.

Today, everyone is laughing and joking, vying to get on stage.

When Bai Qingtong accompanied a girl in a white dress and a veil into the school from the back door, Luo Zijun had already checked everyone's homework and was praising them one by one.

The primary school students were all smiling and looked proud.

"Well, everyone has done a good job on their homework. All of it is correct. To be honest, while I am happy for you, I am also a little disappointed..."

Luo Zijun stood on the podium, first smiled and then sighed.

Bai Yuning asked quickly, "Why are you feeling lost, sir?"

The others also looked confused.

Luo Zijun said: "I was secretly hoping that you could make a few mistakes, so that I could enjoy your charming dance full of masculinity and your masculine boxing full of feminine beauty. Unfortunately, you didn't give me this opportunity."

"Pfft..."

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Sir, you are so mean. You actually want us to dance and box for you on purpose."

"Sir, don't be disappointed. Let Bai Yuning show you a set of boxing skills later. She also practices martial arts normally."

Everybody was talking and laughing.

Luo Zijun said, "No, that won't work. What the gentleman wants to see is that those of you who can't dance come up and dance, and those who can't box come up and box. If Yuning can box, what's the fun in that? The gentleman wants to see you make a fool of yourself, not show off."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone burst into laughter again.

Bai Yuning also smiled with her hands covering her mouth.

"Sir, you are so mean. Why do you want to see us make a fool of ourselves?"

"Yes, sir, why do you want to see us make a fool of ourselves?"

Luo Zijun smiled slightly, turned around and wrote a few big words on the blackboard behind him: "The profit of making a fool of oneself."

Then he asked, "Does everyone know these words?"

Many people nodded.

Luo Zijun read out the words one by one, and then asked: "Do you know what these four words mean?"

All shook their heads.

Even Bai Qingtong, who was sitting in the last row, looked thoughtful.

Luo Zijun pointed at the four words and said, "Everyone, please read them a few times with the teacher and remember them all."

As he spoke, he began to read.

All the students immediately followed suit and recited enthusiastically.

After reading it several times, Luo Zijun began to explain.

"The gain of making a fool of oneself, as the name suggests, is what one will gain after making a fool of oneself. I believe that when you were very young, your teachers and elders would teach you to be a polite, sensible, obedient and likable child, and try to make you perfect in every aspect."

"But what I want to teach you today is that when dealing with people, you should not pursue perfection too much. Only by making a fool of yourself occasionally can people truly like you."

When these words were spoken, everyone's faces were filled with confusion.

Luo Zijun continued, "A mediocre person may not be admired, but he will never be disliked by too many people, and many people will be willing to be friends with him because he poses no threat and can be used to highlight the intelligence of others..."

"But few people would really like a person who has no flaws and is close to perfection. What does perfection mean? It means 'keep away from strangers', a face full of 'I am excellent, you are not as good as me, you are not worthy of being my friend', etc. People may admire him in their hearts, but they will never really approach him. Many people will even be jealous of him, hate him, and think he is a threat..."

“So, perfect people, especially outstanding people, are mostly lonely.”

"Of course, sir, I admire people like this. People like this are not afraid of loneliness or isolation. They will be stronger and braver."

“But there are only a few people like that.”

"So today, what the teacher wants to teach you is that you must try your best to become excellent, but you must never be afraid of making a fool of yourself, failing, or being laughed at by others..."

"People often feel uneasy and inferior when it comes to perfect things. Therefore, making a fool of yourself appropriately can make others let down their guard more easily and approach you more easily... because everyone thinks, look, he also has shortcomings, he is also a person..."

"Let's extend this a little further. Making a fool of oneself equals failure."

"When you make a fool of yourself, others will laugh at you. When you fail, others will also laugh at you. But that is also the time when others are most relaxed about you."

"Friends think you are stupid, dumb, and pathetic, so they are more willing to be close to you and help you instead of helping other smarter people. Enemies will think you are stupid, have no IQ, and are not worth worrying about, so they may relax all their vigilance and chase you. Please remember that this time will also be the time when you are most likely to succeed..."

"So, sir, I want to tell you that embarrassment and failure are not terrible. Don't be discouraged, don't be depressed, and don't give up. When people are laughing at and sympathizing with you, as long as you can stand up, as long as you can continue to move forward with strength, then success will be right in front of you!"

After Luo Zijun finished speaking, he turned around and wrote a sentence on the blackboard.

"The weak dare to become strong, and the strong dare to show weakness! Failure is the mother of success!"

After finishing writing, the classroom fell silent.

Suddenly, there was a loud applause from the back row.

Bai Qingtong stood up and looked at the young scholar on the podium with a brilliant look in her eyes. She clapped her hands vigorously and praised him sincerely: "What a wonderful lesson! 'The weak dare to become strong, and the strong dare to show weakness! Failure is the mother of success!' This lesson, sir, is simply brilliant and enlightening!"

"Sir, that's a great talk!"

At this time, Bai Yuning also reacted and quickly stood up and applauded, her little face flushed with excitement.

The others were also deeply shocked, their blood boiling, and they all stood up and applauded.

Luo Zijun's explanation was easy to understand. There was no complicated vocabulary or allusions. It was all basic and popular words, and everyone had almost no difficulty listening to it.

Moreover, this lesson was brought out naturally based on the questions raised by everyone. Before anyone even realized that this was today's lesson, they suddenly remembered and understood it.

However, there seemed to be a few people in the class who didn't understand.

last row.

Behind Miss Bai, three people were squatting stealthily.

Fanfan looked confused: "Baibai, do you understand? Why don't I know what he is saying?"

Bai Bai, who was swallowing hard, shook his head when he heard this, also looking confused.

"Qingqing, what about you?"

Fanfan had no choice but to ask the girl on the other side.

Qingqing was squatting on the ground like them, holding the sword in her arms. The sword was sunk into the deep groove on her chest. She had a cold expression on her face. She paused and shook her head when she heard the words.

None of the three understood.

"I wonder if the young lady understands?"

Fanfan muttered to herself.

At this time, Miss Bai was sitting there quietly, looking at the figure on the podium. Her absolutely beautiful and flawless face was covered by a snow-white veil, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

"Now, take your pens and write down this sentence. When you come to check next time, you need to not only write it down, but also explain its meaning and give examples..."

"Next, let's explain an idiom, covering one's ears and stealing a bell..."

Luo Zijun waited for a while and continued to explain the idiom.

It is still in the form of a story to arouse everyone's interest and make everyone remember this idiom unconsciously.

When it came to the part where Bai Yuning covered her ears and started stealing bells, everyone burst into laughter.

After the whole story was told, everyone remembered the idiom with a smile.

"The so-called covering one's ears and stealing the bell is to deceive oneself and others. One thinks that he has deceived others, but in fact he has deceived himself..."

"This is a derogatory term. Everyone may think that this is funny and stupid, but in fact, sometimes we need to do this..."

Luo Zijun changed the subject and said, "Back to the last lesson, the strong pretended to be weak and deliberately did something like covering one's ears and stealing the bell to paralyze the enemy and make the enemy feel stupid. In fact, it was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, being wise but appearing foolish..."

"What does it mean to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, to be wise but appear foolish?"

After explaining this, Luo Zijun wrote the two idioms on the blackboard again and began to explain the two idioms with a new story.

He spoke incessantly at the podium, and the little nobles below, with bright eyes, listened with great interest, laughed from time to time, and discussed the topic.

Normally in class, when they were discussing, other teachers would interrupt seriously or even punish them with a ruler, but Luo Zijun would stop, listen with a smile, and then join in the discussion to motivate them to ask questions and discuss.

A morning passed by unknowingly.

When the sun rose to the zenith outside, Luo Zijun announced the end of today's class. Everyone was reluctant to leave, as if it had just begun. How could it end so quickly?
If it were any other teacher's class, they would have been drowsy by this time, wishing the class would be over immediately so they could leave.

But now, they seemed as if they had not heard enough, and they kept muttering, "Why is it noon so soon?", "I haven't heard enough yet", etc.

Bai Qingtong, who was sitting in the back row, saw this scene and secretly felt fortunate that she was there when the teacher was recruited. Otherwise, this young man would probably not even have the chance to start teaching and would have been rejected by Mr. Dong.

At the same time, she became more and more determined to keep this young man in the Bai family no matter what.

She even began to get anxious. Especially when she knew that those books were written by this young man, and after today's wonderful lecture, she felt that if she didn't take action, she would regret it if someone else snatched them away.

She even felt a little regretful for bringing this young man together with Yingchun.

The girls in the Jia family were full of praise and admiration for the young man's talent and the books he wrote.

If he married the girl from Jia's house...

With the talent this young man has shown now, he will definitely have a bright future.

The status of the Jia family has risen because of Concubine Jia, and if they recruit this young man into the family, then their Bai family will probably completely lose the title of the head of the four major families.

The name doesn't matter, but the future and continuation of the family requires a steady stream of outstanding talents. If one generation becomes weak, it may be difficult to get up again.

While she was thinking about all sorts of things, the young man had already said goodbye to her and left.

The little ones were also talking about the class excitedly and left in twos and threes.

The classroom soon became quiet.

Gentleman's residence.

After Luo Zijun came back, he had a sumptuous lunch and secretly ate a large piece of snake meat.

Then he went to the backyard and continued practicing.

In the evening, he finished his medicinal bath early and went out.

When he went out, he secretly took his senior sister's white skirt and white socks.

The skirt is now dry, let's send it over later.

He turned into an empty alley, changed into black clothes, put on a hat and mask, and went straight to Juxian Hall.

The shop owner recognized him immediately and said with a smile, "Mr. Dongfang, how was your hunting trip out of town yesterday?"

He actually already knew the result, he was just exchanging pleasantries.

Luo Zijun sighed and said, "I got a shock and almost lost my life. Boss, you have to compensate me."

The shop owner burst into laughter and said after a while, "This is your first time there, so you have no experience. Just be careful next time you go."

As for losing money, he certainly knew it was a joke.

It was free last time, how could I lose money?

Seeing that there were no customers in the store at the moment, Luo Zijun started talking about business: "Boss, do you sell any cultivation techniques here? The ones that can temper the body, from the first level of warriors all the way to the ninth level."

Upon hearing this, the shop owner immediately smiled bitterly and said, "Young Master, you are joking. We dare not sell martial arts in our shop. If you want martial arts, you can only go to a martial arts school. If we snatch business from the martial arts school, I guess this shop will not survive tomorrow."

Luo Zijun asked: "Boss, do you know where there are martial arts schools in the inner city? How many martial arts schools are there? Which martial arts school is better?"

The shop owner smiled and said, "There are both in the North and South West City. To be honest, I don't know exactly how many martial arts schools there are. As for which martial arts school is better, I dare not recommend it casually. You have to go and see it yourself."

Luo Zijun asked: "Then boss, do you know how much silver is needed to enter these martial arts halls to practice?"

The shop owner thought for a moment and said, "It will probably cost at least one thousand taels of silver. If you want to practice a complete set of martial arts from the first level to the ninth level, it will be expensive. As far as I know, such a complete set of martial arts will cost at least tens of thousands of taels of silver. Unless you are favored by those masters and accepted as a personal disciple, in that case, it will probably cost nothing."

"Tens of thousands of taels of silver..."

Luo Zijun secretly smacked his lips, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "By the way, Boss, do you accept demon pills here?"

The shop owner's eyes lit up and he said, "Yes, of course! Sir, do you have any?"

Luo Zijun did not answer, and asked again: "What is the price?"

The shop owner smiled and said, "Don't worry, sir. Our store will definitely not be cheaper than other stores. The price of the demon pill is calculated according to the quality and degree of damage. The approximate price ranges from one thousand taels to tens of thousands of taels. Of course, there are higher prices, but our store does not have the ability to buy those demon pills. If the demon pill has many cracks or is broken, it is only worth a few hundred taels of silver."

Luo Zijun listened carefully and asked some more questions about the demon pill.

The shop owner was very patient and answered all his questions one by one, and then told him the specific locations of those martial arts schools.

He sighed at the end, which made Luo Zijun's heart move.

"If I were to say, no matter how powerful the skills in those martial arts schools are, they can't compare to the martial arts schools of those big families. Nobles like the Bai family, the Jia family, and the Shi family all have their own martial arts schools. The cultivation skills they use are the best skills, and ordinary people can't learn them..."

Luo Zijun kept it in mind silently.

Before leaving, the shop owner said, "Young Master Dongfang, if you need to go out of town next time, please remember to come and make an appointment in advance, otherwise you will be too late. Young Master is a regular customer of our shop, so I will only charge you for the carriage fare when the time comes."

Luo Zijun asked: "How much is the carriage fare?"

The shop owner chuckled and held up five fingers.

"Five taels?"

"Fifty taels."

"..."

The shop owner smiled and said, "Don't think it's expensive, young master. If you want to leave the city by yourself dressed like this, it may not be that easy. But as long as you get on our carriage, you will have a smooth journey. No one will stop you, and they won't check your identity."

"Boss, you really know how to do business. Next time when you need me, I will come here in advance."

After Luo Zijun left the shop, he walked around the area and went to Bao'an Hall.

He was still wearing black clothes and a conical mask.

When I entered the store, I found that my senior sister was not there. Only my master was lying on the rocking chair, snoring.

It seems that he really fell asleep.

Luo Zijun was speechless. He quietly walked past him, then walked into the counter and opened the drawer where the money was kept.

There were only a few coins in the drawer.

He deliberately slammed the drawer shut, making a clanging sound.

As a result, the master was still snoring.

He opened the drawer containing medicinal herbs again and continued to open and close it with a "clang clang" sound, making a loud noise.

However, the master still did not wake up and was still snoring with his mouth open.

Luo Zijun was suddenly angry and amused.

You can't make any money like this. Don't let the store be moved away while you're still working like this.

He decided to teach his master a profound lesson!

"Snapped!"

He slammed the counter heavily and shouted in a gruff voice, "Still sleeping! Get up and get the money for me!"

Su Dafang was frightened and immediately stood up from his chair. He looked at him sleepily, stunned for a moment, and said "oh oh" twice. He quickly took out two coins from his pocket and put them on the counter. Then he bowed and said, "Please spare my life, my business has been bad recently. I can hardly afford to eat. This is the only money I have in my pocket."

Luo Zijun glanced at the two coins on the counter, slapped the counter again, and shouted angrily, "You still dare to lie! Where is your pretty granddaughter? Does she have a lot of silver on her? Ask her to take it out quickly! If you dare to lie again, I will burn your shop down!"

Su Dafang's face changed, and he immediately said seriously: "No, that won't work. I can give you my money, but I can never give you my good granddaughter's money. Even if you kill me or burn down this shop, it's impossible!"

Luo Zijun was stunned and asked, "Oh? Why? Is your granddaughter's money more important than your life?"

Su Dafang's eyes immediately turned red, and he said, "Needless to say, that girl's money is indeed more important than my life, I will never give it to you."

Luo Zijun immediately became curious and asked, "Why does a girl like her save so much money?"

Su Dafang seemed to have suddenly been reminded of something sad. He immediately covered his face and whimpered a few times, saying, "That girl not only saved money for herself, but also stole my coffin board. She...she is going to support a gigolo, wuuuu..."

Luo Zijun: “…”

"That... that pretty boy she's going to keep, isn't he handsome?"

Luo Zijun couldn't help but ask.

Su Dafang covered his face and cried, "What a handsome guy! He's an ugly bastard, even uglier than me!"

Luo Zijun's mouth twitched and he said, "That's not right. Since that pretty boy is an ugly bastard, why does your granddaughter still have to save money to support him?"

Su Dafang cried, "How would I know? Go ask her yourself!"

Then he suddenly showed his face and asked in confusion: "You are a robber, why are you asking this? What, do you think my good granddaughter is a fool, and you also want to be a gigolo and be raised by her?"

"..."

Luo Zijun did not dare to show his face again, and immediately said angrily: "I am a real man, how can I degenerate and become a gigolo who eats women's soft food? I would rather die!"

Then he said angrily: "Such a big shop, but there is not even one or two taels of silver. I am so angry! I will go rob somewhere else!"

After saying that, he immediately walked out of the counter and left angrily.

Exit the shop and turn into the alley.

Then he took off his hat and mask, put on a Confucian robe, walked around the area for a few more times, and then re-entered Bao'an Hall.

"Snoring... snoring..."

As soon as I entered the room, I saw the master lying back in the chair, snoring loudly, with traces of tears on his face.

Luo Zijun: “…”

(End of this chapter)