I looked at it carefully, and compared it again and again. Huayue College is worthy of being a Huayue College. It has all the liberal arts courses, and it also has all-round development of morality, intelligence and physical fitness. It not only has poetry, music, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also men.
There are more cavalry and archery skills, women have more cooking skills, and there are also some arts that are more obscure but classified as elegant, such as root carving, stone carving, etc.
"Master, can't women learn to ride and shoot?" Xi'er still focused on the booklet and asked without raising her head.
"It's not that it's impossible, it's just that since the academy was built, no women have chosen this cavalry and shooting position. As time goes by, women are no longer considered."
"Can Xi'er choose this class?" Xi'er still didn't raise her head. Anyway, she just asked casually, riding and shooting? If she understood correctly, it should be something only used on the battlefield, and she had no interest in it.
Yuan Yue thought for a while and shook her head. Xi'er curled her lips and said secretly: "It is indeed so."
Yuan Yue said: "If Xi'er likes this, the master can teach you, but you don't have to go to class with those boys. After all, they are all men, but it is inconvenient for you as a woman."
"Master, can you?" The surprise, the absolute surprise, was even more surprising than discovering that Yuan Yue's spring-like expression was filled with rage.
No matter how you look at this Yuanyue, he is just a weak scholar. I didn't expect that he would actually be able to ride and shoot. What a surprise.
Yuan Yue nodded humbly, "Master, I was also studying at Huayue College back then, so I naturally had the opportunity to learn."
Xi'er stared hard at Yuanyue, from her head to her feet, barely able to see from the inside out. She looked left and right, hard, and hard until Yuan Yue's face showed a suspicious red color, and she expressed annoyance.
A voice interrupted: "What are you looking at?"
"Master, your riding and shooting skills must have failed, right?"
"Failed? What do you mean?"
"It means, uh, it means a perfect score of ten, but you didn't get a six."
"Let's put... uh, it's nonsense. How could your master and me do something like that? No matter which subject I study in my first month, as long as I decide to study it, I will definitely get full marks. How dare you, little guy, say that?