After the family fell, I wanted to lie down

When Yingge appeared again at the gate of the school where Mr. Wang had taught before, people were puzzled, some laughed at her, and some were delighted, like Zhu Nian.

"Yingge, you are finally here. This time we can sit together." Mr. Wang, the teacher, lifted his drooping eyelids, glanced at Yingge, and without saying anything, let her sit down.

Yingge ignored Zhu Nian's invitation and walked straight to Mr. Wang and bowed. "Hello, sir. My name is Yingge. I am currently reading the third chapter of the Spring and Autumn Annals. I am here to listen today. Sorry to bother you, sir."

Yingge is now attending classes openly. Anyway, she has been told before that she can attend any class except Mr. Zichun's, so there is nothing wrong with her listening to what she needs.

Yingge's previous feat, that he would not become Mr. Zichun's disciple unless he passed the county exam, had offended all the teachers at Qinghe College. Now that he came to attend classes, it was already good enough that they didn't blame him. For them to be enthusiastic towards you, that would be a bit of a luxury.

Yingge walked to the place where Zhu Nian had called her and sat down. "What's wrong with you? Why are you so dirty? Did someone beat you up?"

"If you want to speak, go outside and speak." Zhu Nian shrank his head when he heard this. "Look, the teacher is angry with you."

You were clearly speaking in your class, so why am I the one saying this?

Zhu Nian was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks. He had a lot of questions to ask. He finally got through the class. After the class, Yingge got up and left.

"Hey, hey, Yingge, why are you walking so fast? I still have a lot to ask you!"

"Don't ask me, I don't have time. I'm going to study on my own. I've said it before. I'm leaving now. Bye!"

It’s not that Yingge doesn’t like talking to Zhu Nian or doesn’t like him, but she really doesn’t have time. She needs to learn real knowledge and skills, not just talk about them, and she also has to start formally attending the classes of those teachers. What Zhixing teaches are all life skills, and she has to learn them, and it’s also for her life, this is ancient times.

And all these take time, and she doesn't have as much free time as before.

Zhixing’s teaching became more and more serious and strict, and Yingge also learned more and more smoothly and proficiently.

When the rope tied around Yingge's waist was no longer a life-saving measure, Zhixing deliberately tried to grab it several times but failed. Later, he simply stopped looking at it.

Yingge climbed to the top of the mountain skillfully again and lay on her back on the grass. Her breathing was unusually steady, but a faint sound rang in her ears. Zhixing was not far away. Yingge was not worried and simply did not get up. She just looked over from the side and saw a tall man in a white coat.

The man walked over slowly, and Yingge straightened up, flipped in the air, and landed in front of him. The rope tied around her waist also fell down.

Well, Yingge was very satisfied with his action. It should be very handsome. Yingge brushed away the non-existent grass debris on his head and smiled faintly at the visitor.

"Hello, Master Zhilin, what a coincidence, I meet you here again."

Yingge remembered that the last time she came, she disturbed the boy while he was playing the flute. "I hope I didn't disturb you this time."

After she finished speaking, she looked down and saw that the man did not hold any musical instrument in his hand today.

"What a coincidence! I was waiting for you here on purpose."

On purpose, Yingge was a little delighted. "You don't have to call me Master, just call me Yingge."

"Then you don't have to call me Master Zhilin. After all, I am a slave."

Yingge forgot about this and scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Well, don't call me Master anymore, and I won't call you that either. Let's just call each other by our first names."

"Well, I think this is good." Zhou Zhilin said.

"Last time I thought you were skipping school, but it turns out that's not the case. You are here to study. I misunderstood you," he said, pointing at the rope around Yingge's waist.

Yingge untied the rope around her waist embarrassedly.

"By the way, you just said you were waiting for me, is there something you want to talk to me about?"

"Before you officially enrolled, you climbed over the mountain to get in. Now you can come here openly. Why are you still using this? It's a bit dangerous."

"Uh, this, as the ancients said, God bestows great responsibilities on people... to sharpen their minds."

"So the ancients had their mothers-in-law tattoo their characters, but now Yingge is crossing the mountains to study?"

"Uh, haha, haha, this, this..."

"Well, all right, Mr. Wang is about to start the class, you can go in!"

"You haven't told me what you want from me yet?"

"Nothing, I just want to say hello to you as a classmate. I waited for you at the main gate for a few days but didn't meet you, so I had no choice but to come here to wait."

"Then let's get acquainted formally. Hello, classmate. I'm Yingge." Yingge said this in a modern etiquette manner and extended a hand.

Mr. Zhilin was stunned for a moment, and probably understood what she meant. He slowly raised one of his hands and stretched out his hand. The moment he shook her hand, Yingge couldn't help but think in her heart, this hand is so smooth, it doesn't look like the hand of a laborer who has been doing hard labor for years, it's so warm.

"Yingge, Yingge?"

"Mr. Wang is about to start his class. He teaches quite well. You should go quickly."

After Zhilin left, Yingge slapped herself lightly and said, "I'm so crazy about you, I'm so crazy about you. There are so many handsome guys in the modern world, why am I so crazy about him?"

Alas, beauty can mislead people, and beauty is like a knife over your head.

When Yingge entered the school, Zhixing came out from the woods nearby, looking distressed. "Girls can't be kept when they grow up, girls can't be kept when they grow up, keeping them will only bring hatred!"

Of course Yingge didn’t know all this, after all, she was just appreciating it.

"Yingge, Ersanzilang." Yingge was speechless. What a mess of a name.

"Don't forget the contact information of the Juqiu Club. Remember to ask for it." This was naturally called by the players of the Juqiu game.

"Hmph, you are just a mean guy who only knows how to play dirty tricks." Someone from the Jifeng Society.

"I'll let you watch me in the next game."

"Okay, I'll be waiting."

"You just talk big."

Before she could finish her words, Yingge ran away. She was really in a hurry. She had just finished Mr. Wang's class and she still had to go to Zhixing's class. It was too late.

He simply gave up running and took a shortcut, jumping down from the path behind the school wall, which scared Fu Zijing who was walking below.

"Yingge!"

"Hello, Master Zijing. I'm in a hurry and need to leave."

A student who was following Fu Zijing exclaimed, "She is that Yingge. Why didn't she come forward to talk to you when she saw you?" In their eyes, Yingge was just a small person from a poor countryside place. When she met some powerful people in Mo City, why didn't she rush forward to curry favor with them?

Now when he met Fu Zijing, he just said hello and left?

"Don't talk nonsense. Someone who can write a song about the Dragon Boat Festival is extraordinary. She is good at poetry and calligraphy."

"Words, aren't they only used for poetry? How come there are also words?"

"It seems that you think highly of him."

"Don't talk nonsense. You look at her this way today, but maybe you will look at her differently tomorrow!"

"As expected, Zi Jing is still Zi Jing, and what he said makes sense."

"Hey, I heard someone asked your family to borrow that Spring Garden, but was rejected?"

"You don't have to ask deliberately. It's true. The prefect wanted to borrow it, but my family didn't agree."

"The Fu family is indeed worthy of being the Fu family. They can even refuse the prefect's request."

"No wonder the Qi family started adding slaves and building large-scale projects. It turns out that the prefect has found them again."

"I heard that the prefect did this mainly because Lu Gong is coming." Fu Zijing said to a student while covering his mouth with a fan.

"Is that so? I hope that the so-called supervisor of officials won't come."

"This time, Lu Gong came to..."

"Who knows? I heard that his whereabouts are always erratic. Even if someone comes, sometimes you may not see him."

"Why are you in Mo City? Why don't you stay in his palace in Shangjing and come here?"

"Who knows? I hope he won't show up."

Fu Zijing raised his hand and pointed forward, "Mr. Zichun is about to start class. Let's go quickly, or we'll be scolded."

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Yingge shuttled between Qinghe Academy and Xiaolin Hall every day, and the next place was the martial arts training ground. Just like modern college students who have to balance study and part-time work every day, he was always in a hurry. Every time Zhu Nian saw him, he couldn't say a word and could only shout at him.

"My sister has made some sugar cakes again. Do you want some? I'll ask her to make more later."

"Hey, I haven't finished talking yet." This situation is repeated almost every day.

One day, when Yingge was about to rush to the next game at a very fast speed, he was stopped by Liu Ziheng and his little cousin who was following him around.

"Are you sure you want to study on your own at Qinghe College in the future?"

"How can this be false? A true man keeps his word..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking. Self-study is actually quite interesting, isn't it?"

"Hey, why don't I tell my father and teach myself?" Liu Ziheng asked doubtfully.

"It's up to you. I taught myself in a school, but you just don't know it." Yingge moved closer to Liu Ziheng when she said this. Usually, this distance means there is a secret to be told, and Liu Ziheng was very curious.

"You have your own school, I'm afraid you are not lying! Well, if you say it is, then it is. I am leaving now."

"Are you going back now? Why so early?"

"I'm going to teach myself, and leave."

Liu Ziheng pulled Su Qinghe, whom he met later, and stood in front of the thatched cottage of Xiaolin Hall.

Xiaolin Hall.

This turned out to be Yingge’s own school, yes, yes, can this be considered a VIP school opened by one person?

This doesn’t count. In modern times, this can at most be called a one-on-one advanced private lesson.

Su Qinghe and Liu Ziheng were talking about this when someone suddenly tugged at the corner of their clothes. They looked down and saw an old man who was over 50 years old.

"Young man, do you want to buy a book?"

"A bookseller?"

"Nowadays, the service provided by book sellers is so good that they can deliver books to your doorstep?"

After all, Su Qinghe and Liu Ziheng were children of aristocratic families. They had read all kinds of books and encountered all kinds of situations. It was not surprising that they came here to sell books and took them out from a pile of tattered cloth bags.

Liu Ziheng became curious: "What books does the old man have?"

"The books I have here are all good books, including a complete set of ancient ladies' pictures..."

Su Qinghe shook his head helplessly, feeling funny.

"Forget about the books here. If you want to read them, you might as well go to my grandfather's study and search for two rare books."

"That's true. The books about romantic places like this may be better from my father's place."

The two of them ignored Zhixing and walked into Xiaolin Hall together.

"Hey, the desks here are pretty good. They are almost the same as those in Qinghe Academy. They are all very new."

"Summer is here now. I'll move a reclining chair and look at the scenery in the distance. It's quiet and private here. It's a paradise for those who skip classes."

Liu Ziheng was eager to try it out as he spoke.

Zhixing squatted beside him and muttered, "Humph, you invite everyone here. When did you ever have the final say here? This place is obviously mine, but now you think you're the master. You're taking over the magpie's nest, so overbearing!"

Su Qinghe closed the door of the school, blocking Zhixing who was looking inside.

"You really plan to study on your own here. Although this place is secluded, the conditions are still somewhat poor overall, and there are people passing by occasionally."

"It's okay. I just treat this as a way to sharpen my mind and not be disturbed by the outside world."

"Hey, Brother Qinghe, I think this place is great. Why didn't I think of building my own schoolhouse?"

Yingge smiled but didn't say anything. Su Qinghe saw this and said jokingly, "Are you starting to see the guests off now?"

"No, I can do two things at once, and I can entertain you."

"Host half?"

"Okay, we won't bother you anymore. We're leaving."

It's still the end of school now, so I still have to go back to study.

"Hey, I'm going to go back and talk to my uncle about this and see if he agrees. This is really good."

"You, instead of looking forward to this, you might as well think about Yingge passing the imperial examination and taking the county exam."

"If this really comes true in the future, not only you, but all the students in Mo City will build their own schools."

"I don't quite understand this Yingge. You said she's the kind of vain person? It seems not necessarily the case. But in every football match, she seemed to have no rules, but in fact, she had her own intentions. That time, she played into the opponent's hands."

"I guess she either had some plan to announce her success in the imperial examination, or she had other ideas. We just don't know yet, so let's wait and see."

"What could that be?"

"I don't know about that. You want someone in Mocheng who is as knowledgeable as Mr. Zichun, but she refuses to become his disciple. She had two chances before!"

"Let's not worry about her for now. We still have to pass the Tongsheng and County exams, otherwise grandfather will have something to say."

The difficult student life is about to begin.

As soon as the sound of reading stopped in Xiaolin Hall, a chapter of the book was finished, and Yingge stretched lazily. "Sir, I have finished reading."

"Humph, sir, how could I not know that I am your sir? From now on, you will be the one making the decisions in Xiaolin Hall."

"I am a teacher and I am ashamed to be here. I have to squat outside to teach while you sit inside. What kind of teachers are you?"

"Oh my, don't be angry, this is just a one-time thing, there is a long way to go, there is a long way to go, peace and joy!"

"Sir, come and check if what I just recited is correct. Did I make a few mistakes in the second paragraph? Sir, come quickly!"

"The third paragraph is wrong. This sentence of Tao also has Tao..."

"You recited it wrong."

"No, this is what it looks like!"

Zhixing was far away, staring with his big eyes, picked up a freshly broken branch and hit Yingge on the head, then ran away quickly.

"Sir, your honor."

"Sir, you can't be like this. You finally found a little fault in me today, didn't you?"

"You ran pretty fast after the fight."

"Humph, I'm a gentleman, I have to punish if I make a mistake. This is considered a mistake, and you didn't make many. Just ten times."

"Okay, okay, okay, you are the sir and you have the final say, okay."

The days passed in such a dull manner. For the people of Mo City, they had just watched a football game and celebrated the Dragon Boat Festival. The more exciting thing was that the young son-in-law of the Liu family threatened to take the imperial examination and was preparing to take the county examination and then become a disciple of Mr. Zichun. The people felt that this was a joke, and the former might be more ridiculous.