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Su Xuance stood under the corridor, looking at Pei Zhaoyue's pitiful appearance, and his lips twitched slightly.

It's hard to imagine how a burly and brave brother-in-law could have given birth to such a mischievous and unruly boy.

"Okay, is anyone bullying you at the academy?" Renbao asked with concern.

"Mmm!" Pei Zhaoyue nodded.

Renbao immediately patted his little chest and said with great loyalty, "Don't worry, brother, Renbao will go with you. I'll beat up anyone who bullies you."

Su Xuance: ...

Ours is also very durable.

"Renbao is only three years old, there's no reason for us to stand up for him." Su Xuance glanced at Pei Zhaoyue, then picked up Renbao. "His meal is ready, do you want to eat?"

Renbao exclaimed joyfully and loudly, "Eat!"

Rice-eating man, rice-eating soul!

Pei Zhaoyue looked away, not daring to meet Su Xuance's gaze.

His uncle wouldn't help him.

He could find his sister, right?

The following day, Su Xuance went to the Dali Temple.

Renbao secretly slipped out of the mansion and went to Qingshan Academy.

The old doorman looked at the little girl in front of him, dressed in a black ruqun with gold trim, adorned with gold from head to toe. He could tell at a glance she was a young lady from a prominent family in the capital. He smiled gently and asked, "Little one, who are you looking for?"

Renbao's voice was clear and bright: "Grandpa, I'm looking for my brother."

The old doorman softened at her address and asked in an even gentler tone, "What's your brother's name?"

"Pei Zhaoyue," Renbao said sweetly, puffing out her cheeks, "Brother said he was bullied at the academy, and Renbao is here to stand up for him!"

"When did Pei Zhaoyue get such a young sister?" A teasing voice came from behind Renbao.

Renbao turned around, her little brows furrowed.

The newcomer was dressed in a crimson robe and wore a large gold lock around his neck. He didn't look like a scholar, but rather like the eldest son of a wealthy family.

The man beside him wore a dark blue robe; he had a handsome face and looked learned.

Two seemingly unrelated people standing together, yet they clearly have a very good relationship.

The old gatekeeper whispered to Renbao, "The one wearing the gold lock is Zhang Zhiwan, who is always second in the academy. The one next to him is Liu Zaixi, who is the top student in the academy and excels in all kinds of classics and policy essays."

"What about my brother?" Renbao asked.

The old doorman paused, then lowered his voice even further: "The end."

Renbao blinked but didn't say anything.

"Little baby, I'm talking to you." Zhang Zhiwan tried to reach out and tug at Renbao.

Renbao instinctively blocked him, pushing him away: "Don't touch me."

thump!

Zhang Zhiwan fell heavily to the ground, his elbow hitting the ground.

"Why did you push him?" Liu Zaixi helped Zhang Zhiwan up, her face displeased, her eyes cold as she stared at Renbao.

Seeing that things were not going well, the old gatekeeper hurriedly went to find Pei Zhaoyue.

"Little sister!" Pei Zhaoyue rushed out and hugged Renbao. He was a head taller than his peers, and when he looked at people with a stern face, he seemed to be looking down on them.

He glared at Zhang Zhiwan and his companion: "You two are shameless! You even bully a three-year-old child! I'm going to tell the teacher and see where you've learned your sense of righteousness and shame!"

Zhang Zhiwan retorted without backing down, "You're not good at studying, but you're quick with your tongue. You're just making excuses! It was clearly your little brat who pushed me to the ground, and my hand is all scraped!"

He raised his elbow, revealing the scraped skin, from which tiny, bright red beads of blood oozed out.

Pei Zhaoyue looked down: "Renbao, did you push him?"

Renbao poked his finger: "He pulled me aside first."

Pei Zhaoyue immediately became self-righteous and laughed loudly, "My Renbao is only three years old, and you are fifteen. She pushed you to the ground. Is it because you are useless, or are you talking in your sleep?"

Zhang Zhiwan was furious: "You!"

Just now.

Clang! Clang!

The sound of the wooden hammer striking suddenly rang out.

The three men's expressions changed, and they ran into the academy.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Renbao was being carried on Pei Zhaoyue's shoulder, his little head bobbing back and forth.

Pei Zhaoyue explained: "The two claps of the clapper are to remind students to hurry into the lecture hall. After the three claps, the teacher will begin his lecture. If you enter after the teacher, you will be hit on the hand with a clapper."

Renbao instinctively withdrew his hand: "What if I fall asleep in class?"

"You'll be punished by having your palms struck with a ruler and forced to copy scriptures. If you don't change your ways after a few times, you'll have to kneel before Confucius," Pei Zhaoyue said with a bitter face. It was a common occurrence for his palms to be red from the ruler.

"Brother, I want to go back."

Renbao struggled to get down, her big eyes filled with terror. The academy was too scary; Grandpa Wei's place was much better.

She usually dozes off in class and has never been beaten.

Pei Zhaoyue saw through her thoughts at a glance and patted her head to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, you are not a student of the academy, the teacher will not punish you."

Pei Zhaoyue had just sat down in the lecture hall when the teacher came in with a book.

He was the mathematics teacher at the academy, and his surname was Zhou.

Master Zhou's gaze swept over the crowd with a deep look, and the room fell silent.

The imperial examinations in the Great Yong Dynasty only started teaching mathematics in the last two years, which is extremely difficult for most students, who can't keep up with the pace of learning.

Renbao sat next to Pei Zhaoyue, his small body upright, his big, round eyes looking at Master Zhou.

Master Zhou also saw Renbao and was stunned for a moment. Judging from Renbao's clothes and appearance, he guessed that she was the Little Celestial Master who was sought after by the powerful and wealthy people in the capital and had become a disciple of Wei Huaihao.

He couldn't help but glance at Renbao again and again, a hint of warmth appearing on his solemn face.

She was a student of Grand Tutor Wei, only three years old, so she must have been very intelligent and a genius.

Master Zhou pondered and decided to use Renbao to motivate the group of blockheads in the academy, especially Pei Zhaoyue next to her.

Renbao tugged at Pei Zhaoyue's sleeve and whispered, "Brother, the teacher keeps looking at me. Will he test Renbao?"

"No." Pei Zhaoyue said decisively, "Not to mention that you are still young, you are not a student of the academy, so the teacher will definitely not test you."

Renbao felt relieved and was about to secretly eat a sugar pill to calm his nerves.

Master Zhou walked up to Renbao and stopped.

Renbao's hand, which had just reached into his pocket, paused, obediently remaining still.

So cute!

Master Zhou's lips curled into an uncontrollable smile as he asked gently, "What is your name?"

"My name is Renbao." Renbao's soft and clear voice echoed in the lecture hall.

"Is it alright if I test you today?" Master Zhou asked.

Renbao immediately looked at Pei Zhaoyue, her face filled with shock. Didn't her brother say that the teacher wouldn't test her?

All the students' eyes fell on her.

Renbao puffed out his cheeks slightly: "Okay."

Pei Zhaoyue froze in his seat, not daring to move, his jaw clenched, and he was completely dazed.

Why did Master Zhou ask Renbao a question?

She's only three years old!

That's absolutely outrageous!

"If Renbao can't answer, he can ask someone next to him for help," Master Zhou said, stroking his beard.

Pei Zhaoyue's alarm bells rang loudly, "Then let's go with Renbao!"

He's terrible at math; he can't do it, he simply doesn't know how...

Renbao, please, you must answer this!

"If you have three bushels of rice and divide it among five people, how much rice will each person get?"

The lecture hall suddenly fell silent.

The students looked at each other, none of them able to answer the question.

Renbao's eyes lit up. She counted on her fingers; she was best at math!

She was just about to answer.

Zhang Zhiwan suddenly spoke up: "Master, even we ponder this arithmetic problem for a long time. How could a mere child possibly answer it?"

Makes sense!

She's only three years old; if she could answer that, it would be like rubbing them in the ground.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible!

Low snickers and whispered murmurs of agreement rippled through the lecture hall. Everyone looked at Renbao with mockery, certain that she couldn't answer.