Wait for me, and watch me fight my way back to the reincarnation path

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qin Qiong used both hands to press down the other's shoulders tightly, preventing him from standing up.

At the same time, he said fiercely: "If you dare to scream, I will go out and shout for help. I will say you are a pervert. I will cry louder than ever before. I will tell your dean and everyone!"

"I've seen people like you before. They were the kind of people that were executed in our village's ancestral temple. Because of your eyes, you look like the kind of person who would set his sights on young girls..."

"Think about it carefully. Do you think others don't know what you have done? Don't they think about it?"

"They just don't say it, just like a boil that doesn't pop out. But if I say it, then the boil will pop out. Think about it, some things become true as long as they are spoken out."

"Think about it. How do you think the academy will treat this? What will your colleagues think of you? Think about it. You are finished..."

"No!" Mr. Yu roared and pushed the little girl away.

"Snapped"

At this moment, the girl snatched the ruler from Mr. Yu's hand and hit the empty table next to her...

There was silence in the classroom and everyone was shocked.

The children held their breath and stood there at a loss.

Mr. Yu had already fallen to the ground. He was gasping for breath and looking fiercely at the girl in front of him.

After a while...

"Sir" Qin Qiong slowly squatted down in front of Mr. Yu.

"This is a disease, you have to treat it. If you continue like this," the little girl looked at Mr. Yu's already somewhat distracted eyes and said softly, "you will become more and more addicted, and in the end someone will die. No matter if it's you or someone else, your life will be over... In the next life, you will become an animal."

The little girl stood up after she finished speaking, turned around and said to the Seventh Young Master: "The teacher is tired, send him back, and let's study on our own."

……

During this day of self-study, the children did not play games. They all sat in their seats and read books. When school was over, they obediently got on their own carriages and went home.

Nothing happened that night. Xiao Fuzi and the others found that Xiao Juzi was still not beaten, which was really... great.

The next day, when the Seventh Young Master and his friends arrived at the academy, they learned one thing: Mr. Yu was ill and could not come... maybe, never come again.

"Alas! At this time," Master Wang sighed, "Why at this time, it's really..."

So, in the Seventh Young Master's classroom, whether it was the young masters sitting inside or the maids and servants outside, there was an exclamation of surprise in every voice.

That day, during lunch, the servant who had spoken to Qin Qiong that day came over and took the initiative to talk to her.

"Hello, I'm from the Wu family. My name is Songzhen. What's your name?"

"Hello, my name is Xiaojuzi"

"Hello, hello! ... You are awesome!"

"what?"

"Yes, it was yesterday..."

"Yesterday? What happened? Did you hear anything yesterday?"

"No, no, I just saw you talking to the teacher and then he sat down on the floor," the child waved his hands.

"Yes, maybe the gentleman was not feeling well that day, so he sat on the ground and did not come, right?"

“Hmm…right…”

"Is it not good?"

"Okay! ... That's right, that's right"

"what?"

"Can you...can you also ask Mr. Wang not to come?"

"..."

A few days passed like this, and as expected, after school that day, as soon as the Seventh Young Master arrived at the gate of the mansion, he was asked to go to the Madam's courtyard with Xiao Juzi.

Qin Qiong knew that this matter would sooner or later be known to the adults in the mansion. Children are easy to deceive, and adults are a little troublesome. However, in the past few days he has been trying to find a way to teach the Seventh Young Master to recite.

In fact, the seventh young master's class is not that difficult. Think about it, he has been in school for a year, and he is with a group of children who have just learned to read. You can see how stupid he is... It can't be said that way, it's just...

The class is not difficult. At his current stage, Young Master Seventh only needs to memorize the text and understand its meaning. It is very simple.

It's just that this kid is very active and his mind is too lively. I can't keep up with his temper. Plus, he speaks too slowly, so he can't memorize it well.

So, these few days she has been teaching the Seventh Young Master the method of shaking his head. This method is actually very good. It can exercise the shoulders and suppress the rhyme. Most ancient Chinese texts have rhymes.

As soon as they entered the lady's room, they saw the second young master was also there. Qin Qiong frowned, it seemed that the second young master came back to tell this matter.

Sure enough, as soon as they came in, Mrs. He asked everyone else to kneel aside and only called Qin Qiong to kneel in the middle.

Qin Qiong knelt down, and not only did he kneel down, he also half-prostrated himself, with his head bowed low. This was a trick he discovered later, which made it look very flattering from above, and also made the person kneeling below feel comfortable.

"...Then tell me, was it this girl who made the master angry?" the lady above asked the Seventh Young Master.

"Well, no, he fell ill by himself. Xiaojuzi went up to help him, and he also pushed Xiaojuzi," said the Seventh Young Master.

"Nonsense, you think I don't know"

The lady above said slowly, "It's all spread in the school that your servants irritated the teacher and that's why he fell ill. Now, there's only one teacher and it happened to be this time, so everyone's studies have been delayed. Is that right?"

"No, no! Absolutely not! Then..." The Seventh Young Master was so anxious that he jumped up and down. He had memorized all the books in the past few days. He patted his mother's legs and said hurriedly.

"That teacher didn't teach well. After he left, I was able to memorize the book. Mr. Wang said it was good and he hasn't beaten me for many days. If you don't believe me, ask Xiaojuzi."

"Ask her?..." The wife held her son and looked at the little girl kneeling below: "Xiaojuzi?"

"Yes, ma'am." Little Orange looked very happy.

"Have you memorized all the books that the master asked you to memorize these days?"

"Yes, I have memorized them all. Today, Mr. Wang even praised you for your good memorization."

"……real?!"

"Yes, I praised it in class. Several young masters in the class were all there."

"Really? Oh, really?" He said this to his son.

"Of course, I could have memorized it, but Mr. Yu is not good."

"Don't talk nonsense!" The second young master on the side spoke.

"Sir, do you think you can say that?...Since you said you can recite well, then recite one for your mother now."

"If you want to recite it, I will..."

"Just recite the thirteenth article in college."

"Ah... I, I just learned..."

Qin Qiong also frowned. This article has a lot of words, and this kid has only read it a few times. Plus he is so nervous, it might cause trouble.

"Be diligent in practice... Confucius said: The Tao..." The Seventh Young Master began to recite.

Sure enough, he was a little confused again. Everyone in the room was looking at him. Qin Qiong shook her head. This would only make the boy more nervous. No, if the situation continued to develop in this way, the Seventh Young Master would fall out of favor and they, the servants, would be beaten.

"Madam," Qin Qiong raised her head and said, "When the Seventh Young Master recited, he always had his hands behind his back, looking very imposing. Moreover, Mr. Wang said that this university is the knowledge of saints, and we can't just recite but also remember, so we can't be impatient, we have to go slowly."

"Yep"

The Seventh Young Master remembered it immediately. He stepped back two feet, put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, thought for a while, and then began to recite it while shaking his head.

"The Way is not far from people. If a person practices the Way but distances himself from others, it cannot be considered the Way. The Book of Songs says: 'Cut the wood, chop the wood; its principle is not far away.' Holding a stick to chop wood, I glance at it and see it..."