The Otherworldly Journey of a Quick Transmigrator

Su Yuanyuan sighed in the end, still not explaining things clearly to Zhu Yingtai. She was fine the way she was.

"You must keep your identity well hidden, or we'll have to go home."

In the end, she still managed to scare Zhu Yingtai a little, so that she definitely wouldn't easily admit her identity. Let Ma Wencai worry about the rest.

"I understand, I'll definitely hide it well."

After asking Zhu Yingtai to help her pack, Su Yuanyuan sat down and began to eat.

Su Yuanyuan gradually adapted to life at the academy, and Zhu Yingtai and Ma Wencai's relationship also got better and better. She saw more than once that Ma Wencai's eyes were hooked when he looked at Zhu Yingtai.

Su Yuanyuan has been turning a blind eye to their affair; let them do whatever they want.

The fighting on the border seemed to be getting more and more serious in the past six months. She could hear Gou Jubo talking about it with a group of people every day. She felt that the day when Gou Jubo would leave the academy was not far away.

She recently received several letters from Zhu Yingqi, urging them to come home. She brushed them off, but it wouldn't be long before they did.

She hadn't told Zhu Yingtai about this yet. The field holiday was coming soon. Although they didn't have to farm, they would still have a holiday.

When the holiday came, she told Zhu Yingtai about it.

That morning, Su Yuanyuan ate breakfast alone again. She didn't want to eat with Zhu Yingtai, fearing it would cause indigestion.

"Little Ten."

Zhu Yingtai sat opposite her, looking like she was about to finish eating and had something to say. Su Yuanyuan had also finished eating and put down her chopsticks.

"what happened?"

"Are you done eating?"

Su Yuanyuan nodded, and Zhu Yingtai pulled her to her feet.

"Hurry up, let's go to the notice board. The Master says he has something to announce."

When they arrived at the notice board, quite a few people had already gathered. Ma Wencai stood in front and waved to them.

Zhu Yingtai led her to squeeze inside. Su Yuanyuan really didn't want to go in, but Zhu Yingtai held on very tightly.

"Brother Wencai, do you know what the Master is going to say?"

Zhu Yingtai released her only after they had stopped standing still. Su Yuanyuan took a step to the side, ignoring what the two of them were saying.

She looked at the curtains hanging on both sides of the notice board. On the left was written "First Place in Character Selection" Ma Wencai, and on the right was "Second Place in Character Selection" Wang Lantian.

Su Yuanyuan looked at the curtain with a puzzled expression. Was this the academy's ranking?

Ma Wencai was in first place, so she didn't say anything. How could Wang Lantian possibly be in second place?

Su Yuanyuan can at least be considered above average, but Wang Lantian is practically at the bottom.

After the other students finished reading the curtain, they began to surround Wang Lantian to congratulate him. Ma Wencai only had Zhu Yingtai by his side, and no one else dared to approach.

At this moment, the teacher came over and stood in the middle, cleared his throat, and only spoke after seeing that the students had quieted down.

"This is a new decree issued by the imperial court. Each academy shall follow the example of the Nine-Rank System and establish a ranking system. The names of those with the highest ranking shall be displayed on a cloth curtain as a sign of commendation. This is the result of my evaluation after the new decree was issued."

The teacher glanced around and, seeing that the students were listening attentively, nodded in satisfaction. Just as he was about to continue, the dean walked over.

"Children, this curtain is just a pretext to motivate you to study, not the ultimate goal. You should still focus on your studies."

Many people began to chat quietly, some seemingly lost in thought. Su Yuanyuan looked at Zhu Yingtai and thought, "Very good, they are having a pleasant conversation."

The dean dismissed them, saying class was about to start. Su Yuanyuan followed behind the crowd, seemingly lost in thought.

Ahead of her were Zhu Yingtai and Ma Wencai, who were chatting and laughing. Zhu Yingtai would occasionally turn around to see if she was keeping up.

Seeing that she seemed lost in thought, he shook his head helplessly, reached out a hand to grab her sleeve to prevent her from falling because she wasn't looking where she was going.

Ma Wencai glanced at her with disdain, but didn't say anything in front of Zhu Yingtai.

As they approached the classroom, the noise in front of them suddenly grew louder, and Su Yuanyuan snapped out of her daze and looked over.

Four sedan chair bearers carried a small sedan chair over, accompanied by two maids and several servants.

Su Yuanyuan raised an eyebrow. Who is this? He's got such an air about him.

The sedan chair stopped outside the mountain gate, and a woman in a pink dress stepped out from inside.

The surrounding students began to stir, and some acquaintances started to exclaim in surprise.

"This is Xie Daoyun. I didn't expect her to come to the academy."

"Is she going to be our tutor?"

"What can a woman teach? Embroidery?"

Wang Lantian's voice was loud and stood out among the group. Su Yuanyuan saw Xie Daoyun glance in their direction.

Zhu Yingtai frowned, looking about to go up and argue, but Su Yuanyuan grabbed her.

“Ninth Brother, we don’t need to argue with them about whether Master Xie is capable or not. We’ll know after the next lesson.”

“Wang Lantian went too far. How could he say such a thing?”

Zhu Yingtai was still somewhat indignant, while Su Yuanyuan felt quite helpless.

"He's been foul-mouthed for a long time, arguing with him will only make you angry."

Ma Wencai looked at Zhu Yingtai quietly, his gaze deep and complex, but quickly returned to normal when Su Yuanyuan looked over.

Su Yuanyuan thought Xie Daoyun would rest for at least a day before teaching them, but as soon as she entered the classroom, she saw her sitting at the head of the table.

The students who had just entered the classroom quickly went to their seats, sat down, and opened their books.

Su Yuanyuan was the last to enter. She calmly returned to her seat, opened her book, and started reading. She never expected that the first lesson would be about Mulan's Ballad.

"This is a folk song from the Northern Wei Dynasty, about Hua Mulan joining the army in place of her father. I wonder what your thoughts are on this poem?"

Xie Daoyun smiled and looked around gently.

As soon as Xie Daoyun finished speaking, Liang Shanbo raised his hand. She smiled and nodded, signaling him to speak.

“I, Liang Shanbo, believe that this poem about Mulan must have been written by a man. Although he wrote about Mulan’s loyalty and filial piety, he failed to write about the woman’s sense of autonomy.”

Seeing Liang Shanbo's resolute expression, Xie Daoyun smiled gently, "Very well, does anyone else have anything to say?"

Su Yuanyuan held the book up in front of her to block Xie Daoyun's gaze as much as possible.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Wang Lantian stand up, looking disdainful. "I have a question to ask you."

"please say."

"Since ancient times, men have been superior to women. You, Master, are a woman. How can you have the face to sit above us and make all the men submit to you, while you show no shame?"

After he finished speaking, he raised an eyebrow at Xie Daoyun with a smug look.

Xie Daoyun simply smiled calmly upon hearing his words, her gaze sweeping over the crowd.

“Since ancient times, the academy has always respected those who are highly knowledgeable and skilled in their craft, while those who are ignorant and incompetent are considered inferior. This is why I can sit in the high position without feeling ashamed.”

Her words made Wang Lantian's face turn sour, and some students from poor families began to applaud Xie Daoyun.

Although there were fewer applause and the applause was sparse, it still made Wang Lantian indignant.

Su Yuanyuan was speechless; it felt like someone from a humble background was looking down on a noble family.