Chapter 39

After killing all the students in the Imperial College, Merton was completely famous in the Imperial College!

When each teacher teaches, he should specially call the roll to see Merton. Merton looks like a giant panda in the zoo.

"Well, not bad! Merton, sit down!" the doctor nodded with satisfaction

Merton wiped his cold sweat and sat down. Facing the surprise questions of Dr. Sinology, Merton used a little advanced ideas of later generations to brighten the eyes of Dr. Sinology. He was very satisfied. He even looked at Morton differently,

"Shameless!" watching Merton flatter all the teachers of the Imperial College one by one, the imperial college student couldn't help but despise him in his heart.

"Brother, you are my brother! Teach me a few hands!" Qin Huaiyu ran to ask for advice. He was an old master who was evil to him. How could he be kind to Merton? If he could learn a little, his studies would be much more leisurely in the future.

"Flattering the teacher means that you should be excellent in your studies in the future. Are you sure you can do it!" Merton raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Hey!" the three people left with a disappointed sigh.

Merton also smiled bitterly. He is not a silly nerd. He has offended countless students in the Imperial College. If he doesn't please the teacher, he may not be far from rolling out his bedding.

Regardless of other people's eyes, Merton continued his great cause of pleasing the master.

"The Mohist school is really good. He finished all the arithmetic I left in a quarter of an hour without any mistakes!" Shen Hongcai, a doctor of arithmetic, returned to the master's office with a look of emotion.

After a class,

Guozi's doctor also sighed with satisfaction: "Mohist's knowledge is really unique!"

Another class,

The doctor of law also appreciated: "the Mo family is so proficient in legalism. Some views are so similar to me, and some are unexpected to me.

All doctoral students were conquered by Merton and couldn't stop praising them when they came back. Although they teach all their life, they have a bit of Confucian and Mohist prejudice, but everyone has a love for talent. How can they not be happy in the face of such excellent students.

"Everybody, don't make a mistake! Merton is a descendant of Mohism. How can you favor him." Liu Yinian, a doctor of calligraphy, said discontentedly.

"What's the matter? Kong Sheng still studies in Lao Tzu and teaches the children of Mohism?" the doctor of Guozixue said indifferently.

"Kong Sheng proposed that there should be no classes! Why can't the Mohist family teach!" Shen Hongcai, a doctor of mathematics, argued.

Liu Yinian has always been arrogant since he defeated the Mohist School in the letter of confirmation, which has long aroused the dissatisfaction of other doctors. If you say something to me, Liu Yinian will be speechless.

Liu Yinian went to class with a stomach full of grievances.

"Merton, this is the big characters you handed in!" Liu Yinian angrily unfolded a rice paper. He saw that the crooked big characters on the rice paper were particularly dazzling.

"Hahaha!" all the national supervisors laughed loudly, of which Xiong maocai's laughter was the loudest.

"Merton, your word..."

Qin Huaiyu was stunned. They all knew that Mohist calligraphy was very bad, but they didn't expect it to be so bad. It was inferior to the font of a seven-year-old child.

"As a student of the Imperial College with the worst font since the founding of the Imperial College, what can you say?" Liu Yinian angrily said.

"Students can also write well, but they are not used to writing with a brush!" Merton explained. It is the result of his efforts to write words in future generations.

"What did you use before? Did you still carve bamboo slips and write on the sand table?" Liu Yinian said unkindly.

"They used to be very poor in Mojia village, so they probably couldn't afford to buy pens and paper!" Xiong maocai ridiculed loudly.

"Hahaha!" there was a burst of laughter from the national son's supervisor. They finally found a sense of superiority in mojiazi. It turned out that mojiazi was still flawed.

"Remember, I don't care how well you write on bamboo slips and sand tables, but it has already been eliminated! We Guozijian train officials who can write and review official documents. I don't care what method and pen you use, you must write neat fonts on the paper!" Liu Yinian roared.

"Pa Pa Pa!"

He beat Merton's palm red and swollen immediately.

"In the future, as long as you can't write well, continue to play the ruler until you write well!" Liu Yinian said before leaving.

Of course, he knows how difficult it is to write well. He just wants to use this method to force Merton to quit. In the future, if Merton can't stand the yardstick and voluntarily quit school, even the emperor can't blame him.

"Si!" Merton looked at the redness and swelling in her hand and couldn't help taking a breath. She didn't expect Liu Yinian to be so cruel!

"Old man Liu, this is a desperate posture!" Qin Huaiyu said discontentedly.

"Hum! If you can't hold on, you will automatically withdraw from the Imperial College, and the provincial people will stay here to ruin the reputation of the Imperial College!" Xiong maocai sneered.

He now has a full sense of superiority in front of Merton. Once he has the opportunity, he always targets Merton.

"Isn't it calligraphy? Merton can certainly practice well after a long time of practice!" Qin Huaiyu said loudly.

"Can you practice well after a long time?" Xiong maocai chuckled.

"It's OK for you generals to practice calligraphy. Do you know which one of us here doesn't practice three or nine times in winter and three or five times in summer? We haven't had the current font since the seven-year-old child began to practice. If you want to talk about learning or something, there's a genius, but we've never practiced calligraphy!" Xiong maocai said proudly.

Other Guozijian students around also nodded silently. Practicing calligraphy is indeed the hardest and slowest knowledge to achieve results. Which one has not made enough hard work to achieve today's achievements.

"What should I do? I can't escape old man Liu!" Qin Huaiyu said anxiously.

"Don't worry, I can only write well!" said Merton.

"Hum! Boast and don't draft. If you can write well in a short time, I Xiong maocai will see you retreat from it. If you can't write well, don't support it. Just drop out of school and save yourself humiliation." Xiong maocai taunted.

"It's a deal!" Merton said, staring at Xiong maocai word by word.

Xiong maocai saw Merton's confident eyes and couldn't help but burst into a sudden in his heart, but when he thought about his own experience, he only felt that there was no possibility of losing. He immediately nodded heavily and said, "it's a deal."

Merton succeeded in killing a man. He really couldn't write well with a brush, but it's not that he couldn't write well with other pens. In his previous life, he was good at hard pen calligraphy. Although the pen couldn't be made in Mojia village in a short time, he knew the predecessor of hard pen very well. He did it himself in the handicraft class in his previous life.