On the live stream, I committed the perfect crime

As the live broadcast camera went out and then lit up again, at that moment, the live broadcast room seemed to be swept back to ancient times by the torrent of time, and a strong ancient charm came to the face.

The originally modern picture instantly switched to a unique ancient style, which instantly aroused the audience's curiosity.

The first thing that catches everyone's eye is an ancient and imposing academy.

The academy's gate is solemn and majestic, its vermilion lacquer, caressed by time, embodying a deep and restrained luster. A plaque hangs high above the lintel, inscribed with the four powerful characters "Datong Academy," the strokes of which reveal a profound cultural heritage.

Entering the academy, one sees pavilions and towers arranged in an orderly fashion, with winding streams flowing through them. The clear stream shimmers in the sunlight. Willow trees sway by the stream, their slender branches dancing in the breeze, as if telling the academy's long history.

Every corner here undoubtedly exudes a strong sense of elegance, making people feel as if they are in a poetic world.

The academy was filled with young scholars in long robes, gathered in groups of three or five, each busy with their own affairs.

Some scholars were sitting around the stone table, reciting poems and composing couplets while shaking their heads, and their folding fans opened and closed from time to time, as if to add some charm to their wonderful sentences;

Some were playing the zither and flute, the melodious music flowing slowly in the air, as if it could soothe the restlessness in people's hearts;

Others were playing chess, with black and white pieces interlaced on the board. Both players had focused expressions, their eyes revealing their desire for victory.

There were also some scholars who were interested in martial arts. They would draw their bows and shoot arrows in an open field. The moment the arrowhead left the string, it made a light "whoosh" sound and accurately hit the center of the bull's eye.

As the camera slowly zoomed in, the voices of the crowd gradually became clearer.

A thin scholar, his eyes gleaming with excitement, quickly said to his companion beside him, "I heard that Dean Huang has come up with a couplet this time. Let's go take a look."

"It's rare that there are couplets that can interest Xiaolong." Vincent said as he walked towards the young scholar who had spoken earlier.

When he saw the pot of gorgeous flowers in the young scholar's hand, his eyes lit up and he immediately gave a thumbs up, praising sincerely, "This pot of flowers is really well taken care of."

"Well, this evening gloom flower grows on the hill behind the school, and it only blooms three hours before sunrise. There's been rumors of haunted hills in the last year, hasn't it? I was so worried that I picked just this one!"

The young scholar held the flower pot carefully, his face full of pride.

When the camera turned to the young scholar who was speaking, a line of text suddenly appeared on the screen: "Xiaolong, NPC, although a poor student in the academy, he is extremely good at growing flowers."

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a tall young man.

The young man held his head high, his face brimming with arrogance as he shouted, "Xiaolong, don't waste your energy! Trash like you deserve to spend the rest of your life with your broken flowers. What's the point of reading couplets? Even if you could match all of them, what good would it do? Flower cultivation isn't even a part of the imperial examination!"

At the same time, a line of description appeared next to the tall young man: "Guo Lin, NPC, a talented scholar from Datong Academy, arrogant and unruly."

Although Xiaolong is a poor student in college, he is young and full of vigor after all.

Hearing Guo Lin's humiliating words, his face instantly flushed red, his eyes burning with anger. He glared at Guo Lin fiercely and said unhappily, "I'll give this to you. Even if you match all the couplets, what's the point? You still can't beat Lin Feng and Vincent in the exam?"

As the saying goes, don't expose people's weaknesses, and don't hit people in the face.

It is true as Xiaolong said, although Guo Lin’s grades are very good, they are still a little worse than Lin Feng and Vincent.

This is also recognized by students throughout the college.

Even if Guo Lin was unwilling to admit it, he had no way to refute it at this time.

His face instantly turned livid, and he could no longer suppress the rage in his heart. He rushed towards Xiaolong with a dark face. However, he was not paying attention and kicked over the pot of dusk bloom flower that Xiaolong loved so much.

The flowerpot fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound, soil splattered everywhere, and the dusk flowers were instantly broken into pieces.

Xiaolong suddenly became furious, his eyes turned red, like an angry lion, and rushed forward to wrestle with Guo Lin.

The students around were startled by this sudden scene, their faces full of horror, and they rushed over to stop it.

However, both men were young and full of energy, and were in a state of rage. How could they possibly stop him? They exchanged punches and kicks, neither of them giving in, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

Fortunately, this situation didn't last long. Just when everyone was at their wit's end, Huang Xu approached with steady steps. His eyes held a majesty that made people dare not look directly at him.

Seeing Huang Xu approach, everyone quickly stepped aside. Guo Lin and Xiao Long also reluctantly separated, each snorting coldly and returning to their seats, filled with anger.

Huang Xu stepped aside until everyone quieted down. With a respectful look on his face, he pointed to Tian Xiaowei beside him and said, "This is Tian Xiaowei, a third-rank official of the current dynasty. His knowledge is renowned throughout the world, and I have finally invited him to the academy to tutor everyone. If you have any questions, please contact this Master Tian as soon as possible."

Many students responded in unison, their faces full of reverence, and bowed to Tian Xiaowei at the same time.

After class, the students made an appointment to go to the court to play Cuju.

Most of the students in the academy are well-mannered and they play Cuju in a very disciplined and elegant manner, showing the demeanor of scholars.

Only Guo Lin seemed to be an outlier. Although his footwork skills were average, his kicking was dirty and brutal.

He rushed around recklessly, completely disregarding others. When the ball reached his feet, it flew everywhere like an out-of-control cannonball.

In a short while, both Vincent and Lin Feng were knocked down by him.

Lin Feng was fine. As a child from a poor family who got into school through the back door, he was well aware of his situation and certainly would not cause trouble.

He silently got up from the ground and brushed off the dust on his body. Although a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, he still chose to endure it.

But Vincent, the son of the prefect, couldn't stand it. He had been pampered since childhood, so when had he ever been subjected to such humiliation?

His face flushed red, his eyes were full of anger, and he argued with Guo Lin for a few words. Neither of them gave in, the atmosphere was tense, and they almost started fighting.

However, they were students of the academy after all. After being persuaded by everyone, they exchanged a few trash words and agreed to have a duel that night at the back mountain of the academy.

Watching this scene, the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but laugh.

"What's wrong with this Guo Lin? He's like a human teddy bear! It's fine that he fought that poor student, but he actually dared to fight Vincent, a second-generation kid. Do you think he has a mental problem?"

"Maybe he did it on purpose. Otherwise, why would he invite the other party to the back mountain for a duel? Others may not know what's in the back mountain, but how could you not know?"

As soon as this last comment was posted, everyone in the live broadcast room suddenly lost their composure.

"Fuck, according to you, could it be that this Guo Lin is the student who got the secret mission?"

"That's impossible, right? Didn't Zhang Dachui hint earlier that the student who got the secret mission might be Lin Feng?"

"Hey, if he hadn't said that, how could he have tricked you into coming? Zhang Dachui is determined to turn this show into a TV series. And the protagonist of this show is obviously Lin Feng. Just imagine, how can a serial killer be the protagonist of this TV series?"

"Guo Lin's role is too small. It seems a bit inappropriate to have him play the villain in a show."

"That's what we call professionalism. They're trying to trap you in your own fixed mindset, and then make you all fall into the trap set by the director team in advance."

"Don't tell me, Zhang Dachui is quite shrewd. My curiosity has already been piqued. Even if you asked me to stop watching this show, I'm afraid it would be difficult to do so."

"I still think it's unlikely. I'll go to Lin Feng's live broadcast room and see what he's doing right now. If I find any clues, I'll go back to the live broadcast room and call you."

……

Even if these people had not joined later, Lin Feng's live broadcast room has always been the most popular one among many live broadcast rooms.

However, as soon as people entered his live broadcast room, they saw a ridiculous scene.

At this time, classes at the academy had already ended and the students had all gone home.

However, just a few steps out of the academy, Lin Feng was stopped by a group of strange-looking women.

"Mr. Lin, the daughter of Mr. Zhang is only 28 years old this year. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has long admired you. When would you like to go with me to Mr. Zhang's house to take a look?"

"Oh, Master Lin, don't listen to her. The Miss Zhang she's talking about is a cripple. How could a man of your caliber, who will become a noble and a prime minister in the future, marry her? You should look at the daughter of Mr. Zhu from the Mi family. She's a beauty beyond compare..."

"Good fellows, can you please stop making trouble? From what I know, Miss Zhu has a large birthmark on her face. If this is considered a national beauty, then I can enter the palace and become an empress."

For a while, the matchmakers were arguing with each other, while Lin Feng stood in the middle, looking helpless and at a loss whether to laugh or cry.