While walking in the Imperial College, Qin Feng did not hear the sound of reading loudly, nor did he see the students studying hard in cold windows.
A group of well-dressed young men wearing various decorations were chatting there.
But Qin Feng listened carefully and found that what they were talking about was either romance, which brothel had a beautiful oiran, which girl was beautiful, and they didn't talk about anything serious.
Even if there are teachers giving lectures in some halls, most of the people in the audience are listless, and some people are even sleeping on the table in the open.
This is very different from the image of those scholars in Qin Feng's impression.
It’s not without reason that Da Qian worshiped martial arts but was weak in literature. He couldn’t help but sigh.
Passing a school, Lan Ningshuang suddenly exclaimed: "Look, uncle, isn't that boy the one who led us earlier? Why is he standing outside the house?"
Qin Feng then looked around and saw a young man standing outside the house.
The clothes on his body were already thin, and coupled with the cold weather, he couldn't help shivering from the cold.
There was more than one young man like him, and there were seven or eight people standing beside him. Their faces were all red from the cold, and their bodies were shaking constantly.
But even so, they still looked carefully into the school and listened carefully to the lecture of a young man on the stage.
Looking at the room, a group of young men were not focused on the lecturer, but on the young men outside the room.
The disdain and contempt in his eyes were clearly evident, and he was even sneering and pointing.
Qin Feng frowned. He had known for a long time that Haowen Academy was not friendly to the children of poor families, but he never imagined that it would be so heartless and crazy.
The young people on the stage were treated so differently, and they were simply ashamed of being human teachers!
But as an outsider, Qin Feng couldn't directly accuse the young man, otherwise it would be counterproductive and make these young men suffer even more unfair treatment in the future.
He thought carefully, and then took out many clothes from the Sumeru Ring.
Lan Ningshuang understood the idea, walked forward with clothes in hand, and put them on the young men one by one.
This sudden move left all the young people at a loss. They came from poor families and came to Haowen Courtyard just because they liked reading.
They have long been used to being treated unfairly and sarcastically spoken to.
When have you ever received such kindness?
The moment of sadness and emotion made their eyes red.
The young man leading the way obviously recognized Qin Feng and said weakly: "Thank you, brother."
Qin Feng smiled and nodded. He could help these teenagers, but what he could do was indeed limited.
After giving away the clothes, he was about to leave. Just then, an arrogant young master arrived belatedly and said loudly: "Master Li, Han Zhi and the others did not pay attention to the class!"
Master Li was naturally the young man who gave the lecture, and Han Zhi was the young man who led Qin Feng.
The young man giving the lecture had long seen the actions of Qin Feng and the two people outside the room. He originally planned to turn a blind eye. After all, he didn't care whether those poor disciples came or not or what they were doing.
But when someone spoke up, he could no longer turn a blind eye.
Because the arrogant young master who arrived late is the youngest son of a third-rank official in the court, whether he can rise to prominence in the court in the future will depend on the background behind this little guy.
"Han Zhi, what are you doing? If you don't want to attend my class, you don't have to come.
And who are you? I let them attend classes outside as punishment for being late for class. If they can't bear this hardship, they should stop thinking about studying as soon as possible and go back as soon as possible.
It also helps me to be out of sight and out of mind." The young man shouted loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man said kindly to the arrogant young man: "Master Fu, come in quickly, it's freezing outside, don't let your body freeze."
The young man named Fu walked into the school with a proud look on his face.
The teenagers outside the house lowered their heads silently, not knowing where to put their hands.
This naked differential treatment,
Qin Feng couldn't help but laugh angrily, and he couldn't bear it anymore and asked directly: "There is nothing wrong with being punished for being late.
But as a teacher, you should treat everyone equally. Why do they need to listen to the class outside and be punished, but the young man who just came now can come into the class and listen to the class?
Young people are inherently naughty, and as a teacher, you should set an example.
Even if you treat the rich and the poor differently like this, won't they become like you in the future?"
Hearing this, the young man surnamed Li turned his head and frowned and said, "This is my school. It's not up to outsiders to tell me what to do or how to teach.
What's more, as the son of Zongzheng, how can Master Fu be like these people in the market?
He has to receive etiquette lessons at home on weekdays, so there is nothing wrong with coming in late.
But what important things do these poor people have to do? They were just having fun on the road, so they arrived late."
At this time, the young man named Fu raised his hand and said, "Master Li, what you said is wrong. I just overslept because of the cold weather."
The young man surnamed Li was slapped in the face on the spot, and the scene was a bit embarrassing for a while.
He couldn't get angry at Master Fu, so he had to vent his anger on the poor disciples outside the house: "If I had known you were so naughty, I shouldn't have accepted you into the hall in the first place.
Looking at the entire Imperial College, how many teachers are willing to accept you is really unlucky.
If you still want to listen to my class, just take off the clothes that person gave you, and then stand outside honestly.
Otherwise, you won’t be able to come here anymore.”
When the young men in the room heard this, they immediately made a fuss.
Han Zhi and a group of other teenagers were young after all, and all the sadness and grievances they had accumulated in their daily lives surged into their hearts at this moment, turning into tears and rolling down their faces.
When the young man surnamed Li saw this, not only did he not feel any guilt, but he looked at Qin Feng triumphantly and said: "The Imperial College is not for everyone. If you influence other people's teaching, you will break the rules and you won't give me any treatment."
Leave far away?"
"You!" Lan Ningshuang frowned slightly. She couldn't stand the other person's mean face for a long time. Now when she heard the other person insulting her uncle, she wanted to step forward and teach her a lesson.
However, there was a figure in black who was faster than him, taking three steps and two steps at a time, and ran into the school, and then he heard the sound of crisp slaps.
For a moment, the whole place was silent.
Master Li covered his face in disbelief: "You dare to hit me?!"
Qin Feng rubbed his wrist: "So what if I hit you?"
"Do you know where this is? This is the Imperial College. You dare to take action here. You are simply desperate. Come on, come on!" The young man was hysterical.
Snapped!
Qin Feng slapped him again with his backhand. The young man was stunned and froze on the spot. He even forgot to shout.
"Sorry, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. Seeing that one side of your face is swollen and the other side is fine, I always feel uncomfortable.
You won’t blame me, will you?”
The young man didn't know what obsessive-compulsive disorder meant. He only knew that he had been publicly humiliated twice.
Immediately, he couldn't care about anything anymore and rushed towards Qin Feng like crazy: "I'm going to kill you!" Latest website: