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Liu Fuzi saw Sun Bev lower her head without saying a word, and her fat body was trembling slightly. He knew that Sun Bev couldn't say anything in front of him, so he just stopped looking at him and looked around.

However, he saw that even Little Yun Qi, who usually liked to joke around the most, was standing with the crowd and holding his breath. His innocent black eyes looked up at the young man next to him with a look of longing and timidness.

Liu Fuzi sighed lightly. He glanced at the young man and covered his astonished gaze as he thought in his heart: "How is this person here to admire and comment on poems?" He was obviously here to be 'rewarded'.

In his current state, this year's young genius of Qizhang Academy was far inferior to his. With such a good Poetry Competition, what good poem could he use?

The light from tens of thousands of feet was only on him. Forget it, forget it …

"Ye Qi, tell me, what's going on?"

Liu Fuzi looked around and saw that Qimu's eyes were clear and focused on the young man. He felt gratified. He stroked his beard and smiled as he said in a gentle voice.

"Teacher, so it's just the students from another school competing in calligraphy and commenting on each other's progress. Unexpectedly, Student Sun and Student Song suddenly appeared. They are the inner sect's scholars, so they are giving us pointers."

"Before Teacher came, he was talking about Ye Qi's calligraphy work."

These words were spoken in a euphemistic manner, but how could Liu Fuzi, who had experienced a hundred things, not understand? Obviously, it was Sun Song and his classmate, relying on their age and talent to bully people.

Although Qimu's body was thin, she stood tall and straight. She had a smile on her lips as she replied in a clear and orderly manner. Her confident posture was like a cypress.

"Oh? Show it to me, I haven't seen your handwriting in a long time. "

Liu Fuzi looked at Sun Peifu meaningfully, then smiled and said to Qimu.

When Qimu heard this, she smiled and walked to the side of Student Song, smiling at him. On Song Ru's face, there was an awkward expression as he handed the paper over to Qimu.

Sun Peifu, who was standing at the side, felt Liu Fuzi's gaze on him. Cold sweat broke out on his back. It was clearly spring in March, but the weather was pleasant, yet he felt like he was in an icehouse, regretting his decision.

He knew from the beginning that Ye Qi was under Liu Fuzi's protection, so why did he choose to travel like a tiger when he knew there were tigers? He had truly had too many good days. If there was nothing to do, he would be making a fool out of himself and provoking someone he shouldn't have …

"Ye Qi, your calligraphy has improved quite a bit. Although you still lack a few characters, it's still decent."

Liu Fuzi looked at Qimu's calligraphy seriously as he commented. Honestly speaking, Qimu's calligraphy was not good enough for such an evaluation.

In the end, he did not forget to speak up on behalf of Qimu and the student in Nesher even though he had already spoken up for Sun Song and Qimu.

The two were so embarrassed that their faces fell to the ground and their heads were lowered. The usually domineering duo couldn't wait to turn into dust and hide in an empty corner.

The young man glanced at Qimu's calligraphy indifferently. His eyes were bright and his heart was slightly surprised by Liu Fuzi's evaluation, but he didn't show it on the surface. He still had the appearance of a handsome young man.

The calligraphy was very ordinary, slightly more correct than the average student. Liu Fuzi, who had always been strict with his students' work requirements, actually had a day when he let them go?

The teenager couldn't help but look at Qimu. With just a glance, his eyebrows shot up, and the smile on his face became even wider, shining like the stars in the sky.

It was her.

Dressed up as a man and entering the academy, this matter was much more interesting than the so-called poetry meet. It was not in vain for him to casually walk around.

"..."

At the Agility Lake, there was a small pavilion.

There were several people in the small pavilion, led by the Head of the Hall, Liu Fuzi. At the right was the handsome youth, and the rest was the teachers of the academy.

There was a small square table in the pavilion, and an old man was making tea.

Liu Fuzi looked outside the pavilion at the news of the arrival of his students. He nodded with a light smile and said in a loud voice:

"This year's poetry meet has arrived, yet another year's time has passed. Last year, my body was unwell and I did not manage it. However, while I was alone in the bamboo forest, I did hear a few good poems."

"Now, I hope everyone here can keep up the good work, open your mouth, and spit out half of the Embroidery Empire of Donghua."

"Zhang Zhang, originally you were one of the outstanding students of the academy, but now you have a slightly unorthodox attitude. Today, we will use 'To study' as the topic and invite the students to compete for it."

Qimu stood in the middle of the crowd and thought to herself, "Looks like Liu Fuzi has put today's matter of Sun Song in his heart."

While Qimu was deep in thought, someone went up to give a poem. That person was Roger from A class. Not only did he look like a talent, but he was also known to be the most talented student.

There had even once been a girl who had bravely barged into the academy to give him a personal gift. It was once a beautiful story given by a fellow teenager, and it was widely spread.

Roger walked up and stood outside the pavilion, but his gaze couldn't help but look at the young man with the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix within the pavilion.

Roger's temperament was very good. After a while, he calmed down and started to write an inscription poem. He was originally pretty, but when he concentrated, he gave off a scholarly air.

Liu Fuzi was also very appreciative of his performance. With talent and strength, one would not be surprised by that person's appearance, but lose confidence. If such a person did not reach the top, who could?

"How many words do you want to say when you are one year old and you cook tea?

It's a time when students are diligent, don't forget to follow the teachings of the teacher. "

In just a few breaths, Roger had already finished preparing a poem. After he handed the poem to Liu Fuzi, he began to chant loudly towards the students outside the pavilion. This was the rule of the poetry meet.

His voice was clear, his manner calm, and the content of the poem was very good. Combined with the scene yesterday, he instantly won a round of applause.

Amidst the high morale, a few more people went up and wrote a poem confidently. Qimu smiled and followed after them, her steps calm and unhurried.

Sun Peifu, who was hiding in the crowd, saw Qimu walking up to him calmly. Gritting his teeth, he pulled Song Ru along and followed.

His appearance didn't seem like he was going to recite a poem or fight with others, but rather like he was going to fight a group battle. The people in the pavilion all slightly frowned, especially Liu Fuzi, who looked the most displeased.

Sun Peifu was thinking on his own. In any case, he was going to participate. It would be better if he attended earlier than later. He had to let that brat know just how powerful he was!

No matter how powerful an outsider was, he was just a stepping stone for the inner sect! He was brought here by Liu Fuzi himself. Wasn't he going to be defeated by Sun Xiuxiu?