Chapter 135 One hundred and thirty-five : Not thinking ahead
Chapter 135 Chapter 135: Not wanting to make progress
Why are you, sir, in Wangshu Pavilion?
You clearly called Fang Shian and Fang Shutang's names before school and left together. Didn't you want to take the exam for them? Why did you bring them to Wangshu Pavilion?
Well, my husband took a student to visit Wangshuge. Although the student was not them, this made Ma Yulin and others feel a little lucky.
Maybe I can escape today?
While they were following Mr. upstairs, everyone was secretly picking on Fang Congyun. Why on earth did Mr. come to Wangshu Pavilion? Why did he take Fang Shian and not you?
Fang Congyun looked helpless. If he knew, would he still come with you?
When Xu Dajun was scolded by Fang Zian, he secretly murmured in his heart: He did know that Mr. was here, but he reminds you that you guys are not willing to listen! Who is to blame?
All the way into a wing room on the second floor, the teenagers didn't even care to look at who was in the room, and they didn't have the shamelessness to follow Fang Shi'an and the other two, but stood obediently on the side of the door.
In a row, look at the eyes, nose and heart.
"Why did Brother Mingde bring a group of students here?" A middle-aged man dressed as a scribe sitting cross-legged on the left leaning against the table asked in surprise.
The person next to him couldn't help but joke: "Is this because I'm afraid that two of them won't be able to use each other? I think if I bring a few more, there will always be two that can be used?"
This tone was not kind. Xu Dajun quickly raised his head and took a look. In addition to the gentleman, there were three other people sitting in the room. They were all dressed as scholars and were about the same age as the gentleman.
The husband was sitting with the same person, and two people were sitting opposite each other. There were two students standing behind each of them. It can be said that they were clearly separated.
Hearing this, Xu Dajun immediately gave him a look that said, "You're awesome!" and immediately let go.
In response to the other party's teasing, Mr. Fang's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "There are too many naughty students who don't want to make progress and bring long-term insights. I admire Mr. Huang's literary talent. I think Mr. Huang won't mind, right?"
Dong Shuangqi quickly begged for mercy, "Say! I'll say it!"
A group of people came in, making the small shop suddenly become crowded. There were only six or seven tables in the shop, and everyone was crowded enough to sit down.
"Wen He, come and try." Mr. Fang said.
After that, Mr. Fang started to leave, and Fang Congyun naturally followed quickly.
Even if Fang Congyun and the others get back 10% later, there are still Fang Zi'an, Fang Yuxing and Xu Dajun who are holding back. In short, if they get half and half, they still lose face.
As soon as Xu Dajun heard the music, he felt a little sleepy. Hey, I didn't sleep well last night. What should I do if I want to sleep?
It just so happened that the gentlemen were not doing anything else. It turned out that they were bringing the students to have an essay contest. Well, I couldn’t hold on any longer.
A group of young people followed the gentleman out of Wangshu Pavilion with their necks hunched and not daring to express their anger, and walked all the way to the east of the city.
Dong Shuangqi was mute for a long time, and he still said, "Hmm"
Mr. Fang glanced at his students and said in a warm tone, "Are you hungry? Come on, sir, I'll treat you to mutton soup today."
Ugh, what a shame.
After finally finishing the meal, Mr. Fang stood up, and everyone hurriedly followed suit.
Suddenly, all the sleepiness disappeared, don't call my name, don't call my name.
Fang Zian turned around and saw that Xu Dajun and Fang Yuxing were still there. He immediately smiled and the two brothers climbed up, "Let's go, let's go four!"
As he spoke, he clapped his hands together, and in the inner room through the gauze curtain, a faint figure raised his hand, and soon the gentle and melodious sound of the piano sounded in the side room.
"I can't finish copying even if I don't sleep all night!"
After leaving a group of teenagers behind, they finally relaxed as if they were liberated, and took away the knife hanging above their heads.
"Only once? Sir, you are very kind today! I have never had to copy it just once!"
After leaving the mutton shop, Mr. Fang turned around and swept away a quail, and said calmly: "Copy the Analects of Confucius and give it to me tomorrow morning."
"What? Sir really said I would hand it in tomorrow morning? Oh my, I was so excited that I only had to copy it once!"
Fang Wenhe stood aside and stood up, while Xu Dajun breathed a sigh of relief.
Dong Shuangqi touched his nose and chin unnaturally, "Ahem! Secret."
How wronged he is today. Wouldn't it be nice for him to memorize articles at home?
But the culprit is still making a botched suggestion, "Anyway, we've already been punished. How about we go back to Shuge and listen to some music?"
"Why do you always say words you haven't heard before?" Fang Zian clicked his tongue twice, "Can I copy it for you? If my husband finds out that the handwriting is different, how can I think of it?"
Soon, everyone had a bowl of mutton soup and a mutton pie.
Dong Shuangqi, the lucky son, had a sad face and kept looking at his husband, but his eyes didn't look at him at all and he didn't say anything to stop him.
The mutton soup with a few green onions floating in it was clear, hot, and fragrant, making people salivate just by smelling it, but when everyone drank it, they all couldn't taste it.
Fang Wenhe's knowledge is quite solid, and he did not lose face by standing up.
Mr. Huang was not convinced. He scanned the young men one by one and randomly named one person for him to answer.
Mr. Huang and another Mr. Du and their students were all smiling.
"Secret?" Xu Dajun's eyes were unkind, and he gave Fang Yuxing a wink. The two of them stepped forward, one on the left and the other on the right, and pressed Dong Shuangqi against the wall, "Don't tell me!"
Xu Dajun felt bad when he thought about how many words there were in The Analects of Confucius. He had to stay up late again and it hurt his liver!
Xu Dajun glared at Dong Shuangqi, "How do you get through every time?"
Even though the "stubborn and unprogressive" young people were curious about what they were doing, none of them dared to raise their heads to take a look. Instead, they felt shuddering because of Mr. Fang's words. Okay, there is no way to escape the punishment of copying books.
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As we were talking, on the right side was a time-honored restaurant, Niujiaxiang Mutton Soup Shop.
It was already the beginning of the lights, it was getting late, and it was time to go home, but the young people did not dare to mention going home at all.
"Then what? All my homework, like the penalty papers, was written for me by the red sweepers around me."
Xu Dajun was thinking vaguely, and suddenly he heard Mr. Huang change his subject and said: "Brother Mingde, why don't you let the students over there also participate?"
Mr. Huang smiled proudly, but he didn't bother to say anything about this matter anymore. Instead, he said: "Everyone is here, let's get started."
"Brother Mingde, you are a student who really doesn't want to make progress!"
"Hey! Don't even leave!"
This Douwen did not go to Boya Zhai, but came to Wangshu Pavilion. He was really elegant and charming.
As soon as he finished speaking, except Dong Shuangqi who was eager to give it a try, everyone else walked away.
"Come on, I'll hand it in tomorrow morning, don't even think about sleeping tonight!"
"Go to hell, you big-headed idiot! I stood still because I wanted to tell you, copy half of it for me!" Xu Dajun rolled his eyes.
It's a pity that no one paid attention to him.
"Does your father know about this?"
Dong Shuangqi was immediately furious, "If my father knew, would I still be here? We are good brothers, so you have to keep this secret for me, otherwise, hehe, I will come to you even if I am a ghost."
"Tsk." Xu Dajun touched his arm, "I don't want to have an affair with you."
"Okay, okay, let's go back to our homes and copy our books. See you tomorrow."