See Jiangshan

Gu Xuejiang was also feeling aggrieved. In the past, he didn't have to look directly at such a small role.Now it's like facing a big enemy.

It's really a turn of wind and water, and the heavens will spare no one.

Xu Ran: "Are you really going to kneel?"

"Of course it can't be so neat, at least let him feel that 'the goal has been achieved and he is satisfied', and he has to kneel to talk about posture and strategy."

Cheng Qianren thought, if you fight to the death, you will kneel down if you lose, and only earn 30 taels if you win.

This blood loss.

"Otherwise, don't accept the gauntlet, and let Gu Er kneel down directly?"

Xu Ran: "No, even if we can't win, let the opponent see some blood, let others know that we are not easy to mess with, otherwise in the future, all cats and dogs will be bullied, how can I be the boss?"

... Well, bet on your boss's dignity.

Gu Xuejiang: "And we are not guaranteed to lose, we still have a chance to win!"

Cheng Qianren: "For example?"

"That sword waiter choked to death early tomorrow, or was struck by lightning before drawing his sword."

Cheng Qianren: "..."

That's not how the [-]% winning rate came about.

Gu Xuejiang: "You don't believe it? This is recorded in history, especially in spring rainy days..."

Talking all the way, the long street was about to end, and turned into the alley where Cheng Zhuliu's house was.

There were few lanterns, the light dimmed, and there were puddles everywhere. The three of them lifted their clothes and stepped into the water one by one.

Xu Ran finally waited for an opportunity that would make Gu Er unable to retaliate, so there was no reason to let it go: "Maybe there will be fights every day this year, Gu Er is really worrying."

Cheng Qianren followed her words and said, "That's right, Gu Er, who wanted to die. It's better for Xu Da to worry about you."

Unexpectedly, Xu Ran felt embarrassed: "Actually, I too... oh, my family suffered disaster, 58 people, and only I survived. Although the world is big, there are more powerful enemies. I have nowhere to live in my hometown, so I came here , if there is any trouble in the future..."

She was a little apprehensive as she spoke.Cheng San is different from them. He was afraid before and brought a child with him. He managed to live the life he is now, and he just wants to be happy and smooth.

Sure enough, Cheng Qianren flicked his sleeves and left angrily: "I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes! I met you two!"

He walked two steps, saw no one followed, turned around and said puzzled: "Why are you standing at the door, can a bowl of wontons be enough? I'll go to cook pot noodles, and you two can discuss how to make them by the way."

Before pushing the door, he reminded: "Be quiet and read at night by Zhuliu."

He didn't expect that Zhuliu had already cooked warm ginger soup for him, boiled hot water for bathing, and prepared clean clothes for him.

***

Although I came back late, there was no shortage of homework and books to read.Cheng Qianren didn't sleep until the second watch, and woke up early the next day, drinking a bowl of strong tea to refresh himself.

The rain stopped, but the sun was gone, and the sky was covered with leaden clouds, and it was uncertain when the next one would come.This kind of weather is most likely to make people feel chest tightness and shortness of breath.

Before going out, Zhuliu handed him the book "Plum Blossoms": "I'm done copying, brother, please return it."

According to the borrowing rules here, as long as it is not pirated, copying is allowed.

"So fast, did you quietly get up to copy the book again after I fell asleep? This book was not borrowed from the library, and you won't be fined if it's a day late."

Zhuliu immediately became very obedient: "I promise not, I only copied the parts that are useful to me."

If he dares to say that he goes to bed late, there is definitely a set of truths waiting for him that 'you grow taller while sleeping, and children don't grow taller if they stay up late'.

After reading this book, Cheng Qianren seemed to understand but didn't understand, and couldn't communicate what was useful or not, so he could only say: "Is there anything I don't understand? I'll ask the teacher."

"No, the book is written in a clear and orderly manner, and those who want to write the book can think smoothly."

Cheng Qianren: "..."

We may not be reading the same book.

Last night was really exhausting, strong tea couldn't keep me alive, the morning class was a boring math theory, Cheng Qianren pinched his arm blue, but didn't pinch himself awake.He was called up by Mr. Xu to answer the question, and he made two mistakes in a row, which caused snickers in the dormitory.

Finally, when get out of class was over, the teacher asked him to go to Hanhai Pavilion.Under the surprised or gloating gazes of his classmates, Cheng Qianren packed up his things and followed out.

Nanshan College is built on the mountain, and the Hanhai Pavilion is where the gentlemen here work, and it is built on a relatively flat terrain.It consists of five attics, connected by wooden bridges, surrounded by mountain springs, green pines and full of natural wildness.

The stone steps are flatter and wider than ordinary mountain paths, and there are smooth wooden handrails everywhere.

Old Mr. Xu didn't support him at all, he walked with his hands behind his back, walking like flying, occasionally stopping to say hello to a familiar gentleman, and Cheng Qianren silently followed behind him, constantly bowing to him.

After going up to the attic and pushing open the door of the Economics Department, several gentlemen in the room were chatting. Mr. Xu sat down at his desk, and immediately a deacon brought him tea.

He took a sip, and seemed to remember that he had brought a student in: "Go and sign up for this year's 'Double Academy Fight'."

Cheng Qianren was stunned: "The student may... be incompetent."

Beilan College in the imperial capital, and their Nanyuan College, as the two major institutions of higher learning in the mainland, take turns hosting each year and hold a grand meeting for exchanges and exchanges, which are divided into literary examinations and martial arts examinations.

Last year, Beilan was the host, and Cheng Qianren was in the first year of school. It was not the turn of the freshmen to play. I only heard that among the more than forty seniors who went to the imperial capital, less than ten of them got the rankings.

He is already a senior student this year and is eligible to apply.

The gentleman sighed: "Go and try it. The top three can get talisman artifacts, ancient scrolls, and 500 taels as extras. Even if you don't make it to the top three, the top 300 can get [-] taels. If you live all day Working in the market place is too much of a delay in your studies.”

He also knows about this student's situation. His comprehension could have been outstanding in the field of calculation and classics, but now he can only fall into the upper-middle class, which is a pity.

Sure enough, when he mentioned '500 taels' and '300 taels', Cheng Qianren's eyes brightened up, as if they had light.

My husband is also very helpless. I always talk about 'fighting for honor', 'fighting for fame' and 'being a sage' with other students. With this one, I can only talk about money.

"This year, I will be Nanyuan's host, so I don't need to travel elsewhere, and it won't affect your care of your younger brother. If you want to sign up, I can give you a leave of absence when the martial arts battle is approaching, so that you can fully prepare for the literary test."

Cheng Qianren bowed to the ground and said solemnly: "Thank you sir, the students are willing to try their best."

Mr. Xu took another sip of tea, waved his hands, and a deacon brought him a three-layer food box: "Okay, I'm going to eat, you can go too."

Cheng Qianren was completely exhausted, and trotted down the mountain, like a needy person being helped out of poverty, barely singing.

People still have dreams, and if they come true, they still have to apply for the name, and what if they happen to be admitted to the top 300!If the ticket is done, [-] taels, you don't have to worry about enrolling in school.

This delay happened to avoid the rush hour of school opening, avoiding crowding, and it was not raining today, so Cheng Qianren went up to the fourth floor of the library building in a good mood.

The beautiful woman was still sitting there flipping through the files, as if she had never changed.

"Dare to ask that..." Cheng Qianren remembered that he didn't know the name of the young deacon, and it seemed that he would ask for advice next time. "Is that gentleman here? I'll return the book."

"He has something to do recently, and he won't be able to come back in three or four days. You should keep it for now."

Cheng Qianren thought for a while, it was more polite to return it face to face and thank him, then saluted and left.

On the way back, I saw the empty martial arts arena, and my heart tightened. After a whole morning's work, the book of war should be in Xu Ran's hands.

There is no class in the afternoon, do you want to call?