Quick Transmigration: I Actually Became a System Bug

Ji Han looked up in the direction of the sound and could only see half of a face peeking out. Although he couldn't see the whole face, the mockery in the eyes was obvious.

Young Master Li, with his three children, didn't want to pay any attention to the man in front of him. He pretended not to know him and told the driver in front to continue.

However, there are some people who become more motivated the more you ignore them.

"Hey, Brother Li, don't go! It just so happens that Young Master Zhang is holding a poetry gathering at Wangxiang Tower today. Brother Li, why don't you come in and compose a couple of poems to broaden everyone's horizons!"

"Hahahaha, Brother He, you're always so funny, hahaha..."

The loud laughter from upstairs drew the attention of everyone on the street to Ji Han and his group. Young Master Li's face instantly turned red. If Ji Han and the others weren't there, he would definitely have gone upstairs to have a good "exchange" with those people. Anyway, he was only here to study, and he didn't care if he lost his exam qualification if something went wrong. He just didn't know if the rest of the people would care.

Young Master Li was furious. He looked down at the three children sitting around him and could only helplessly ignore their mockery. However, when he tried to leave, his carriage was blocked by several servants. Young Master Li looked up at the smug smile on the man's face upstairs and, unable to bear it any longer, jumped out of the carriage, rolled up his sleeves, and was ready to fight.

The remaining three, including Ji Han, had the driver quickly carry them downstairs. Then, they hurried after them with their short legs. Even so, by the time they reached the third floor, the scholar who had been sitting by the window had already been pinned down by Young Master Li and beaten several times.

Fortunately, bystanders pulled the two apart in time; otherwise, that man would have been out of the running for this year's provincial examination. Young Master Li, having vented his anger, remained extremely arrogant.

"What, does anyone else want to fight me? Anyway, I won't pass the provincial examination this time. If you don't want to pass either, then stand up and fight me."

Upon hearing this, not only did the fight stop, but even the people who had just broken up the fight loosened their grip considerably. After all, they had studied hard for many years and couldn't let it be ruined by someone who wasn't worth it.

Yes, in these people's minds, Li Kui, the young master who took so many years to finally pass the imperial examination and become a Xiucai, is a worthless person. Of course, the Xiucai He who just made a fuss is not much better than him.

The crowd dispersed somewhat, and Shi Shaoheng, with his two little ones, quickly squeezed in to stop Li Dashao.

"Uncle Li, he doesn't deserve it!"

In those people's eyes, Young Master Li was an unworthy person, and in Ji Han's eyes, those people were the unworthy ones.

Young Master Li glanced at Shi Shaoheng standing in front of him, and the two little kids clinging to his trouser legs on either side. Well, even the biggest fire was extinguished.

Seeing that Young Master Li had returned to normal, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Young Master Zhang, who had hosted the gathering, having had his fill of the commotion, finally spoke up leisurely.

"Brother Li, how have you been? The tea and snacks at Wangxianglou are quite good. Since you have your children with you, why don't you sit down and have some tea and pastries with us?"

Young Master Li might disregard others' feelings and even beat up Scholar He, but he couldn't do that with Young Master Zhang in front of him. This was because Young Master Zhang's grandfather was a second-rank official in the capital, and even his father was a fifth-rank official. If the Zhang family's ancestral home wasn't in Mengzhou Prefecture, Young Master Li and his ilk would probably have had a hard time getting in touch with a young master from a prominent family like Young Master Zhang.

Similarly, they couldn't afford to offend these young masters, nor could they embarrass them, since Young Master Li's actions at Young Master Zhang's poetry banquet were already quite impolite.

Young Master Li led Ji Han and the other two to sit at the table arranged by Young Master Zhang. The scene returned to a superficial calm, and everyone put on fake smiles and flattered Young Master Zhang. The poetry gathering then continued.

Frankly speaking, regardless of their character, these people have studied hard for so many years and are here to participate in the provincial examinations, so they must have some knowledge.

Because this year's provincial examination is in August, which is close to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the topic of writing poems at this time is "Mid-Autumn Festival". The people in front of him either miss their hometown, miss their loved ones, or write about the scenery. Soon it was Li Dashao's turn, or rather, those people deliberately left Li Dashao to the end.

At this moment, the best poem written on the table in front is by Young Master Zhang. This is not because others are praising him, but because this young master is indeed the best among those who wrote it before, and he is the best by a significant margin.

Young Master Li's forehead was already sweating profusely. He was not afraid of fighting, but writing poems and articles was a real headache for him. On the other hand, Shi Shaoheng next to him wrote a poem in a hurry and was ready to seize the opportunity to stuff it into Young Master Li's hand. Ji Han and Shi Shaoyu were also preparing to stuff notes into his hand.

However, for some reason, Young Master Li was incredibly unlucky. He failed to catch any of the three paper balls. Not only did he fail to catch them, but he also flicked them onto the table in front of him. Now everyone present knew that he had been stuffed with paper balls by three children, since the childish handwriting on the paper balls couldn't lie.

Young Master Zhang glanced at the four of them with interest. He had his servant open the three crumpled pieces of paper one by one and read the poems written inside aloud. Shi Shaoheng's poem was not particularly outstanding, but it was still in the middle to upper range among the people present. However, the poems "copied" by Ji Han and Shi Shaoyu caused a huge stir on the spot.

After all, those were classics that had survived hundreds and thousands of years of trials. How could they possibly lose to these impromptu scholars? At this moment, no one was in the mood to care about Young Master Li. They directly carried Ji Han and Shi Shaoyu to the table in front of them, looked at them for a while, and then praised the two poems extensively.

Ji Han/Shi Shaoyu...

Neither of them expected that their attempt to mediate the fight would turn them into "monkeys" being watched.

However, this was just the beginning. Wangxianglou had an unwritten rule that when a poetry gathering was held here every year, the poems that won first place would be displayed in the lobby of the restaurant for guests to enjoy.

This year, Ji Han and Shi Shaoyu's two poems tied for first place. The poems were copied by Zhang Gongzi himself, and it was specially marked in the corner that the two poems were written by two three-year-old children. As soon as they were hung in the hall, they attracted countless discussions and praises.

Starting that very evening, countless friends, both acquaintances and strangers of Shi Xiucai, came to visit him, all with the same purpose: to see Shi Shaoyu and Ji Han.

Actually, meeting them in person isn't the problem; the problem is that every guest who comes to see them puts them through an academic test. Even though they are top students in every field, they are still quite annoyed by the questions.