The famine-escape cub vs. the fake daughter cub

Ren Haobo didn't respond either.

Everyone in the academy knows that Senior Brother Yan is not good at riding and shooting, and is physically weak. He likes Senior Brother Li's exquisite works the most.

Before the flying car, Senior Brother Li used a wooden horse-drawn car to travel. When Senior Brother Yan saw it, he asked to borrow it for a day. And then there was no more.

Senior Brother Li was furious that time, and since then he has lost his innocence. He even drew an eye on his forehead to remind himself to always be on guard against people like Senior Brother Yan who have no morals.

It is normal to run away when you see him.

After paying respect to Senior Brother Yan, Ren Haobo also walked into the forest. Since he had promised to help the headmaster, he should naturally complete the task seriously.

Before he took two steps out, he heard a chaotic voice suddenly coming from the woods, "Hurry up! Someone is injured!"

Ren Haobo and Yan Mingzhi looked at each other and hurriedly ran towards the sound.

While Ren Haobo was running, he did not forget to pull Yan Mingzhi. Yan Mingzhi thanked him breathlessly, "Thank you very much, Junior Brother Ren... for pulling me. Next time... don't pull me. Huff huff..."

Ren Haobo smiled cunningly, "You're welcome, senior brother. Helping each other is the virtue of our Wenshan Academy!"

Senior Brother Yan is a man of great learning and talent, but his physical fitness is slightly poor. If I don't bully him at this time, will I wait for him to bully me in schoolwork?

When the two finally ran to the scene of the incident, Ren Haobo let go of Yan Mingzhi's hand.

Yan Mingzhi sat down on the ground, panting and praising the thin figure in front of him, "Li, Li, Senior Brother, you're here so fast!"

Li Tong pressed the wound of the injured man and carefully checked whether his bones were broken. He just said perfunctorily, "Yeah."

After a long while, he heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the students around him, "Who shot this arrow?"

"Brother, everyone was aiming at a colorful pheasant just now, and in the panic we really didn't see whose arrow hit Brother Sun!" A man stood up and said in a panic.

This is a life! Who dares to take it?

"Is there anyone who can come out and admit it?" Ren Haobo asked with a frown as he went over to help press on the wound.

I didn't expect that in just one month, I would bleed.

The quality of this year's freshmen is a bit poor!

He remembered that a group of freshmen were competing with each other in terms of family background. But which aristocratic family didn't practice riding and shooting from a young age? Of course, Yan Mingzhi was an exception, as his physical fitness couldn't keep up. Which aristocratic family would fall behind in the six arts of etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics?

With just one shot, he was able to avoid the prey and accurately hit his classmate, which shows how poor his shooting skills are.

Shaking his head, Ren Haobo stopped thinking about it. After confirming that no one had come forward to admit it, he took out the booklet and began to write, "Except for the injured Sun Xilu, all the students shirked responsibility, covered up for each other, and failed to learn their skills well. Ten points will be deducted! I hope that all the junior brothers will study hard and strive to make some progress in the next monthly competition!"

Everyone was shocked.

very!

"Brother Ren, we are not shirking responsibility, nor are we covering up for someone. We really didn't see clearly who shot the arrow!"

The candidates became anxious and came over to explain and plead.

Ren Haobo felt a headache after hearing this, and hurriedly called a halt, "You are all well-known talents, and you are all famous for your extraordinary wisdom. Since you entered school, the first thing the academy taught you was riding and archery. Anyone can say that they are not good at riding and archery, but the students of our Wenshan Academy cannot do that!"

"You all came to Wenshan Academy to study in order to pass the imperial examinations and serve the court. At present, natural disasters continue to occur, and man-made disasters are everywhere. Who can say that they don't need these real kung fu to protect themselves and their families? If your relatives were in the woods, would you still shoot them randomly? If you need to go to the battlefield, would you dare to be with your comrades who shot your own people? If the person lying on the ground at this moment is someone you know, would you still let it go and not care about anything?!"

"When riding and shooting, shoot the heart first! I hope all of you fellow disciples will reflect on yourselves!"

Only then did everyone react.

The ten points deducted are for their conduct.

Yan Mingzhi finally calmed down after a while. He ignored Ren Haobo's instructions to his fellow students and walked quickly to Li Tong. "How is he injured?"

Although it can be seen from Li Tong's expression that the student's life is not in danger, he still needs Li Tong to say it himself before he can feel at ease.

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. Once the doctor treats it, you should be fine after a month of rest."

"It's good that your life is not in danger." Yan Mingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Master Sun, who was lying on the ground with his teeth bared in pain, "You should take good care of your injuries. When you have finished your missed lessons, I will come to explain them to you in person. Don't worry."

"Why are you talking about all this now? Where's the doctor? Why didn't you call the doctor over first?" Li Tong looked at him with disdain, "Why did you run over here? You can't catch your breath. Should the doctor see you first or him? You're just causing trouble for others!"

The faint smile on Yan Mingzhi's face gradually disappeared, "If I say that I was forced to come here by Junior Brother Ren, would you believe it?"

Li Tong glanced at Ren Haobo, who was teaching his apprentice seriously, and believed it. But he just said it so casually. Didn't he care about his face?

"Brother, I think I can still survive. Don't give up on me!"

Sun Xilu on the ground quickly spoke out to make some presence felt.

How come these two people were just chatting and no longer cared about his life or death? They even took their hands off the wound!

Li Tong shook his numb hand, and with a helpless look, he changed his hand to help him press the wound, "Don't talk nonsense, take a good rest, you'll be fine."

He stretched out his hand and poked Yan Mingzhi's chin, "Give me a piece of ginseng."

Yan Mingzhi took out a ginseng slice from the pouch on his waist, but instead of handing it to Li Tong, he stuffed it directly into Sun Xilu's mouth, praising him, "Senior brother really understands me!"

Li Tong rolled his eyes. What's so great about this? This guy is weak, and anyone who knows him knows that he carries all kinds of life-saving pills with him, and ginseng slices are just the most common one.

At this time, a servant carrying a medicine box came running from a distance, followed by a strong man carrying an old man, and four or five people holding stretchers and other things.

After letting the servant take over the pressing work, Li Tong breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

"Xiao Li, how is the injured young master doing?"

When the old doctor saw that there was someone he knew, he hurriedly asked questions before he got off the strong man's back.

"Don't worry, Doctor Qi. There is no injury to the vital parts. Just remove the arrow and rest for a while."

"Oh my! He lost so much blood, I'm afraid he needs to be healed! Quick, quickly carry him to the stretcher, the arrow must be taken back before it can be removed."

The old doctor, who had just put his mind at ease, was frightened again by the amount of bleeding. After a simple bandage, he hurriedly directed everyone to carry Young Master Sun away.

As the injured left, the forest became more and more eerily quiet. The students looked at each other, not knowing what to do, and looked at the three leading brothers.