Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Sang Biao stood at the door of the largest gambling house in the capital, looking at the bustling crowd trying to squeeze in. They held up silver bills, their faces flushed with excitement, and kept shouting the names of their favorite academies.

She looked up and looked at the betting signs specially made by the gambling house. She searched for a long time but couldn't find Panshi Academy.

She pulled a random waiter and asked curiously, "Why can't I buy the Rock Academy? I don't see any brand."

The guy looked at her like she was stupid. "How can Rock Academy possibly win? Buy it? Wouldn't that mean you lose your pants? We're not stupid."

At this time, a man ran in from outside, sweating profusely in the winter. After panting a few times, he shouted loudly: "Panshi Academy won the preliminary round of policy essays."

There was an uproar in the gambling house, and the owner quickly asked his waiter to hang up the sign of Panshi Academy.

But for a long time no one dared to come forward to place a bet, for fear that this was just a flash in the pan for Panshi Academy, a victory gained by sheer luck.

They still prefer to bet their money on other colleges, which seems to be safer.

Sang Biao had no such concerns. He took the money and walked to the stall of Panshi Academy. Then he handed the money to the other party and asked him to buy all the Panshi books to win.

The guy was surprised, but he was well-informed after all. Every year in the gambling game, there were a few people who were desperate and wanted to take risks and buy options with high odds, but he had never seen anyone turn the tide against the odds. They all ended up with badly beaten heads.

"Should I buy a single item, or all of them?"

Sang Biao said impatiently: "Buy them all, win all the preliminary rounds, and win all the semi-finals."

Everyone in the gambling house thought she was crazy about gambling and laughed at her in private.

"Is this guy crazy? Buying everything? Even if Panshi Academy has more staying power, it's impossible for them to win all of them. After all, the four opposing academies are all well-established academies."

"Panshi Academy isn't young anymore. It was founded by Emperor Taizong."

"What's the point? It's already fallen on hard times. It almost couldn't be opened a while ago. Anyway, I'm not buying the Rock Academy. If it loses money, I'll lose everything."

Sang Biao didn't care what others said. She took the ticket and walked out of the gambling house with a strange face.

At this time, the academy competition had already entered the stage of skill competition. Among the four items of competition, namely music, chess, calligraphy and painting, the topic drawn this time was Go.

All the students waiting to participate in Go stepped onto the platform. After a few of them drew lots to decide their opponents, all the teachers and students of Jiangsong Academy breathed a sigh of relief, and the teachers and students of other academies expressed envy.

The Go player from Jiangsong Academy looked at Ma Teng from Panshi Academy with contempt, and suddenly he became confident and full of ambition, and the original tense atmosphere was swept away.

He even had the mood to take out an incense burner, take the sandalwood prepared on the scene, and light it with fire.

After that, we have to seize a position with better terrain first and then wait for Ma Teng.

But he is pretentious, and there are people who are even more pretentious than him.

Ma Teng, wearing a white robe, first knelt down and kowtowed solemnly in the direction of the empress, then stood up and meditated for a moment amid everyone's confusion.

Just when the eunuchs could no longer bear it and reminded him to enter the competition, he took out an exquisite incense burner from his sleeve.

He was standing diagonally opposite to the other team, and then shamelessly asked the eunuch beside him for a cup of fragrant tea.

The students of Jiangsong Academy had terribly gloomy faces, but because he was the first to join in the complicated etiquette, he could only swallow his anger.

"You boy, wait for me."

The students from other academies were angry but dared not speak out. The teachers wanted to protest, but their protests were rejected on the grounds that this was the ancient etiquette of Tang Go.

Could Ma Teng be afraid? How could he possibly be afraid? He was filled with rage and had no one to vent it on.

Isn't this just learning Go? Who could be more miserable than him? The old man in the dream simply didn't treat him as a human being.

He had obviously learned Go before, but the old man insisted that he start from the basics and beat him to a pulp right from the start.

Then she appeared in his dreams every day, not only to lay a solid foundation for him, but also to help him break the deadlock.

If he couldn't solve it, the old man would really punish him! What about hanging from the beams in the toilet to practice the score? Acupuncture and moxibustion to death, electric shock to memorize the score.

As a result, he could still smell the stench all over his body even when he woke up. His nose stopped working and twitched from time to time.

After repeating this for a month or two, even a fool would be able to play a few games against others. If he didn't really like Go, he would have quit long ago.

Is this teaching? This is abuse!

Before, his family didn't want him to study, saying that he only needed to know the basics and that all his energy should be focused on the imperial examinations.

But now, he has to study Go so hard every day that he has lost interest in playing Go. Fortunately, the final result is pretty good. At least he is still confident that he can deal with these little trash in the academy.

"you lose!"

Ma Teng picked up the tea and took a sip pretentiously. It was so bitter that it made his tongue numb. Who on earth would like to drink this stuff?

But he still pretended to be profound and said, "Thank you."

"Impossible! You must have cheated! How could you possibly beat me? This is impossible! Impossible!"

Not only did they win, but the process was incredibly quick. This wasn't a matter of winning or losing. This was a matter of rubbing your face against the ground.

The student from Jiangsong Academy was furious and could not accept this outcome. He stood up and impulsively tried to overturn the chessboard.

At this time, several imperial guards rushed out from a hidden corner, subdued the man, stuffed his mouth, lifted him up and dragged him off the stage.

Ma Teng's heart was pounding with fear. He covered his chest and moved his butt back, secretly warning himself not to be arrogant next time.

There is always someone better than you. It's not embarrassing to lose, but it's embarrassing to lose after pretending to be cool. How can this person survive in the world? He should want to die. This is more miserable than cleaning the toilet.

The Jiangsong Academy team unexpectedly lost, and a student was kicked off the competition. It was clear that the student would never be able to return to the competition.

The empress did not punish him for disrupting the competition, which was already a form of leniency. However, he will definitely lose the qualification for the competition, and it is hard to say whether he can still study in Jiangsong Academy in the future.

But not many people on the scene sympathized with him, and some even thought that he was impulsive and had a poor brain.

This is just the preliminary round. Even if they lose to Panshi Academy, it does not mean that Panshi Academy will win the final.

However, this man's impulsive behavior caused Jiangsong Academy to be at a clear disadvantage in the skills competition. Even though some of their companions entered the finals, their momentum was greatly reduced.

At this time, the teachers and students of other academies could not help but feel fortunate. They had just seen Jiangsong Academy draw the Panshi Academy and thought they were lucky. However, they did not expect that they would meet such a tough opponent and were completely defeated.

In the crowd outside the martial arts arena, Fu Zichan and Yan Sui were hiding in the crowd wearing cloaks.

Fu Zichan watched the entire Go competition at Panshi Academy. Ma Teng won several games in a row and entered the finals.

He couldn't help but reveal a fierce look in his eyes.

"We can't let them enter the finals. Even if they win the preliminary round, we can't let them enter the final exam room."

Yan Sui agreed deeply.