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Standing in front of the desk, Qimu's hair was slightly disheveled from the breeze blowing on her forehead, blocking her view. She had no choice but to wipe her hair and return to her meditative state.

When Sun Peifu saw this scene, he let out a few cold laughs. The fat on his face trembled with the laughter. It was a very disgusting scene as he thought in his heart:

"As expected of the outer sect disciples. They really can't enter the stage. It's been so long, yet they can't even write a single word. Hehe."

Sun Peifu was quite pleased with himself. He looked at the pen he had just written and looked at Qimu sarcastically. Then he picked up the pen and continued writing.

As his body was plump and his movements were clumsy, others looked at him with confused expressions.

Qimu did not say anything. It was not that she did not see Sun Xiusheng's actions; she had already sensed his enmity from the moment he entered the stage with her.

From the very beginning, Qimu had clearly seen all of Sun Xiucai's actions.

However, Qimu really didn't care much about such petty thoughts and actions. She didn't need to care about it at all, and it didn't really affect her, so she just treated it as an ugly stepping stone.

It wasn't that she couldn't write it, she was just thinking about what should be written. There were too many poems in line with what Liu Fuzi said. She didn't want to be too stunning, but she couldn't be too mediocre and be surpassed.

In the end, Qimu's lips curled up into a smile and with a steady gaze, she took out her brush and began writing with ease. Her speed was so fast that it was as if she was practicing calligraphy.

Even the graceful youth sitting in the pavilion looked at her twice. His extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes reflected the side of Qimu's serious face. His calm posture flashed with a trace of a smile.

"..."

"Learning is the key to success, there are tens of thousands of books in the window.

Three winters is all that is needed now, but who dares to laugh at the emptiness in their stomach? "

Liu Fuzi read the poem with great calligraphy on the paper in a low voice. His face was filled with satisfaction as he looked outside the pavilion at a student standing proudly. He stroked his beard and said,

"Very good, very good."

The piece of paper holding the poem circulated among the students in the pavilion, and without exception, all received unanimous praises. All the teachers nodded in succession, and their faces were filled with joy from the bottom of their hearts.

Due to the rise of the other academies, they had been lonely these past few years due to the awakening of the talents. Although they still maintained the position of number one in all the academies, generally speaking, they were the ones who were shaken.

But now, a good student with a good poem, how could he not be happy?

Hearing this, the student standing outside the pavilion, Class B's Wang Kun, could not help but straighten his body even more. His face was filled with the pride and confidence of a youth, calm but not repulsive.

Qimu looked at the handsome Wang Kun and sighed in admiration. She then looked at Liu Fuzi, who was standing in the pavilion. He was evaluating Sun Xiucai's poem.

Looking at the peaceful expression on Liu Fuzi's face, the corner of his mouth unconsciously twitched. Qimu smiled as she looked at Sun Bifu, who looked like a meatball in front of the pavilion, and thought to herself:

"With the jade bead in front of you, how can the stone even catch your eye? "The mischievous stone too."

However, Sun Xiu Cai raised his head, looking at the other students that were staring at him. His voice became louder as he recited the poem and raised his head even higher.

"One, two, three, four, five, all day long.

Early in the morning and late in the evening, his hands were still holding the book.

One, two, three, four, five.

"She talked about it with her classmates, and also talked about it with her teacher."

After Sun Peifu finished reciting the poem that he had painstakingly written, the students below were stunned for a moment before all of them burst out laughing. They all said:

"One, two, three, four, five …"

Sun Peifu's face immediately turned as red as a roasted pig's hoof. He stood there awkwardly, wanting to leave as soon as possible, but before Liu Fuzi could comment, he didn't dare to. He stood there feeling uneasy, as if his heart was in a pot of boiling oil.

After Liu Fuzi finished reading Sun Peifu's poem, he calmly held the paper in his hand. He wanted to pass it to the others in the pavilion, but he didn't expect that no one around him would be willing to accept it.

Sun Peifu, you are a student of the inner sect. You are only a few years older, but as an example to a student of the outer sect, although you are talented in poetry, you can also be diligent.

The meaning behind his words was, "Sun Peifu, what exactly are you doing?" No one was even willing to watch it? In any case, you're still someone from the inner sect, so don't make a disgrace out of your Qizhang Academy. Don't participate in this writing, find a place to properly study first.

As soon as Liu Fuzi finished speaking, Sun Peifu ignored the formalities. He looked at Qimu angrily, covered his face, and ran out of the circle of students. Listening to the students' laughter, the anger in his heart went up a notch.

"Confucius said:" Kindness is kindness, one day Kindness is kindness, the world is benevolence, and pay attention to words and deeds.

Liu Fuzi glanced at the students outside the pavilion and said.

When the students heard this, they saw Liu Fuzi's serious expression, they immediately stopped laughing and agreed.

"Ye Qi."

Liu Fuzi looked at Qimu. Although there was no smile on his face, his eyes were calm as usual.

"Yes, Teacher."

Qimu nodded her head in agreement. She held her work in both hands and respectfully handed it to Liu Fuzi. Then, she stood in front of the pavilion and said with a voice full of confidence:

"The light of the sun shines in the middle of the night. This is when a man is studying."

Black hair who doesn't know how to work hard early, white head Fang regrets reading late. "

As soon as he finished reading, praises and praises came from below. The awkward atmosphere in the pavilion due to Sun Bifu's "One, Two, Three, Four, Five" instantly vanished.

"The light of the sun shines in the middle of the night. This is when a man is studying. Ye Qi, I presume this is your usual work and rest schedule, right? To have such awareness at such a young age, and to be talented in poetry, that was extremely good! "Good!"

Liu Fuzi looked at Qimu and said with a satisfied smile.

If this girl was a man and had been nurtured for a few more years, it would have been such a pity to have someone else following her. The men of the academy were actually inferior to a woman!

"The black hair does not know diligently study early, the white head Fang regrets reading late. This is something that I have only just comprehended since I was young and abandoned my studies. I never thought that a young boy like you would be the one to say it. "

After the old man who was wholeheartedly preparing the tea heard the poem, he raised his eyes and looked at Qimu as he spoke in a joking tone.

"You, very good! This is great! "

He lifted a cup of tea, and the rich fragrance of it permeated the air. The old man turned to Qimu and said,

"Your name is Ye Qi?" You shall receive this reward! "

Qimu did not pretend to be delicate and graceful. She bowed to the old man and started to carefully taste the tea. After she tasted it, she felt very comfortable and said with a smile,

"Is this Longjing?"

In her previous life, when she was busy with work, she loved to drink tea to refresh her spirit. In a few years, she had drunk all the good tea in the world.

The old man nodded with a smile and said:

"Yes, this is this year's West Lake Longjing. The first eight are only a little scattered each year. I still have to drag down others' blessings in order to have a taste. You sure are lucky."

Qimu smiled faintly when she heard this. She drained her cup of tea and returned the teacup to the elder. Just as she was about to leave, she heard a gentle and magnetic voice say,

"Teacher Zhou, so you still remember me as an outsider. Then I will do as you say. With the blessings of Ye Xuanzi, I have the gall to request a pint of the West Lake's Longjing."

Qimu glanced back and saw the youth sitting cross-legged with a smile on his handsome face. He was the only one who managed to suppress the splendor of the lake and mountains.