Chapter 157 Refusing to Kneel
An hour later.
Pei Yi put down the brush in her hand, picked up the test paper and dried the ink.
Qisha, who was standing beside her, took the test paper and presented it to Dean Jia with both hands.
President Jia, just like Cai Cai, checked the papers together with all the masters.
About half an hour later, Dean Jia announced solemnly: "After the unanimous evaluation of the five examiners and Mr. Jia, Pei's test score for the additional test of classics is first-class first-class."
This result came out, and everyone was surprised.
After all, Pei Sanlang can even get a first-level and second-level grade in such a difficult subject as the theory of strategy. Isn’t that a piece of cake in the study of scriptures?
"Hey, those people in the third class are going to be unlucky now."
"Do you think Pei Sanlang will really make the whole class kneel down to his school boy?"
"I don't think so..."
Who doesn't know that Pei Sanlang is a coward?
Even though Pei Sanlang broke up with Xie Zihao uncharacteristically before, in the eyes of everyone, Pei Sanlang was just jumping over the wall in a hurry.
"Hey, don't even think about it. How can Pei Sanlang have the guts? The whole class kneels down for his school boy? Oh, isn't this a joke? If the third class refuses to kneel, is it possible that Pei Sanlang can force him to do so? Kneeling? Does Pei Sanlang have that ability?"
Everyone thinks this is also true.
Although they didn’t have any hope in their hearts, everyone still wanted to watch the fun, and they all stayed where they were.
Dean Jia and other wives comforted Pei Yi amiably, telling her not to care about everyone's doubts about him today, because real gold is not afraid of fire; top in the official examination.
How much Pei Yi was ignored by the masters back then, how much she is favored by the masters today—this is really a world of difference, but it also feels a bit cold in the world.
"Everything is clarified, everyone go away." Dean Jia said kindly, "Everyone concentrate on reviewing, and strive to get good grades in this year's autumn."
Scholars respectfully respond.
But in fact, as soon as Dean Jia and others left, everyone walked in the direction of the third class in unison—no way, who doesn’t want to watch the excitement?
Wang Pu also wanted to watch the excitement, so he followed Pei Yi into the classroom with a big belly.
The atmosphere in the third class is extremely low at the moment.
All the students stared at Pei Yi as if they were enemies.
"Pei Sanlang, we lost this bet, we are convinced!" A very strong-looking scholar stood up and said preemptively.
This person is Sun Silang who just clamored for Pei Yi to take a test of Confucian classics.
Pei Yi threw up her clothes and sat down on the table, crossed her legs, and said with a half-smile: "Since I'm convinced, the previous bet should be fulfilled, right?"
Sun Silang blushed, and said eloquently: "Pei Sanlang, let's all be classmates, don't do things so badly."
The scholars standing outside the classroom and watching knew it clearly.
"Hey, I said that this group of people can't kneel according to the bet."
"Kneeling is impossible - there is a saying that the law does not blame the crowd. If Pei Sanlang asks one or two classmates to kneel down for his school boy, it is fine, but if the whole class kneels, how is that possible?"
In the classroom.
Pei Yi snorted coldly.
She was about to speak out, but Wang Pu, who was standing aside, reprimanded loudly: "It's unreasonable! The bet was agreed by you at the beginning, but now you lose it, do you want to deny it?!"
Scholars are particularly afraid of Wang Pu.
All of them had ashen-colored faces, and subconsciously shrank back a bit.
Pei Yi laughed angrily.
Anyway, this group of people makes sense.
She was naive. When she made the bet, she didn't expect that this group of people would regret it if they lost.
Hey, how did you say that?
Magic has to be defeated with magic.
This group of people are shameless, what shame does she need?
Pei Yi stared at this group of scholars coldly, but she said to her own guards: "Qi Kill, these people are disrespectful to me, what do you think should be done?"
Qi Sha didn't say a word, he raised his thumb immediately, and the long knife in his hand came out of the sheath with a "clank".
Everyone turned pale in astonishment, and they all took a step back.
Sun Silang's face was pale, and he said sternly: "Pei Sanlang, do you still want to kill someone?!"
"I only know that if you want to gamble, you have to admit defeat." Pei Yi said calmly, "Today, if anyone fails to fulfill the bet, no one will even think about stepping out of the classroom door."
The complexion of the people changed drastically, and they all stood there in panic, in a dilemma.
Outside the classroom, the onlookers were all happy.
"Pei Sanlang is really tough this time?"
"Impossible - a group of people don't kneel down to him, isn't he just yelling there?"
"Didn't you see that Mr. Wang supported him? If Mr. Wang helped him to suppress others, those in the third class would have to kneel down."
"This is the academy. Do you think Mr. Wang really dares to do something? You didn't see when Mr. Wang really started to do it, except for shouting loudly when he entered the academy?"
"That's right. It is impossible for Mr. Wang to do anything. Pei Sanlang is just talking about it today."
In the classroom.
A thin and tall scholar stood up and sarcastically said disapprovingly: "I'm leaving today, what can you do with me?"
He was Zhang Liulang who was the first in the third class to stand up and question Pei Yi.
As Zhang Liulang spoke, he walked towards the door of the classroom with disdain.
Pei Yi didn't even look at him, and directly shouted in a cold voice: "Seven kills."
Seven kills were ordered, and he was in front of Zhang Liulang in an instant, and then he kicked Zhang Liulang back to the classroom as soon as he lifted his leg.
"boom!"
Zhang Liulang was kicked in the abdomen suddenly, and he fell backwards in the air, hitting the table all of a sudden, knocking the table over, and his back hurt so badly that he curled up on the ground and couldn't get up.
The audience was in an uproar.
"My God, is Pei Sanlang serious?"
"Now, the people in class three are probably going to kneel down?"
The melon-eating scholars outside the classroom were chattering, their eyes fixed on the situation inside the classroom, for fear of missing any important moment.
In the classroom.
A group of scholars were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe.
But ask them to kneel, how can they agree?
There was a group of students from the academy standing outside the classroom.
Today, if they kneel down, what face will they have? !
Sun Silang helped up Zhang Liulang, who was too painful to get up, bit the bullet and said tremblingly: "Pei Sanlang, do you think such violent coercion can force us to submit?!"
(end of this chapter)