Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible - Chapter 137
Chapter 137: Competition
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
As he spoke, he even pushed the old man beside Xiaoxiao away. Then, he thought that he was funny and laughed out loud. However, Xiaoxiao’s face darkened as she helped the old man up.
“It’s true that 1 don’t know the dean of the academy, but at least I didn’t insult him other than saying ‘impatient’. So what if he was the former top scholar and was outstanding in literature? Can’t he be an ordinary and emotional mortal at the same time?”
“Who said that calm people can’t be annoyed? Who said that gentle people can’t have a temper? Who said that kind people shouldn’t calculate their gains and losses?”
“Even if I’m wrong, where’s the malice in my words? Can it compare to this person’s slander of my family background and parents? Can it compare to your push and disrespect to an innocent old man?”
The blue-clothed young master who spoke first blushed and hurriedly went forward to bow to the old man and apologize on behalf of his companions. However, the white-clothed young master who was criticized could not take it anymore.
“Brother Tan, why are you apologizing? This village girl humiliated our dean. It’s her fault!”
Seeing that this person was strong even if he did not answer directly, Xiaoxiao was so angry that she was amused. She raised her hand and pointed at the plaque. “Look at these four words carefully. The word ‘Bo’ is steady and strong, the word ‘Wen’ is like a dragon, and the word ‘Shu’ is elegant and flying. However, did the last few strokes of the word ‘Yuan’ penetrate the back of the paper, as if they can’t wait to soar into the sky?”
“From this, 1 guess he’s already impatient towards the end. Is this considered humiliation?”
“Then what’s the point of scolding me for being a bumpkin, a wild girl, a village girl, and a poor taste? Do we have a blood feud?”
“Even the current Emperor advocates agriculture. May I ask where you come from? You actually look down on us farmers?”
These few words were clear and powerful, and they involved the Emperor. The other party was speechless. In front of the academy, Lei Shaoming could not do anything to a little girl. He could only flick his sleeve and say angrily, “I won’t argue with an ignorant little girl.”
However, Xiaoxiao was angry. “If you say that I’m ignorant, then this young master must be talented in literature and history. Do you dare to compete with me? If you win, I’ll apologize to this academy’s plaque. If 1 win, you’ll apologize to me and my parents.”
She could not tolerate anyone talking about her and her parents and family!
The young master seemed to have heard a huge joke. “What do you want to compete with me in?”
Xiaoxiao glanced at the academy plaque again. “Since our argument started with words, it will also end with words. Let’s compete in writing. I’m younger than you and don’t read as much as you. Do you dare to answer my questions?”
It was a reasonable reprimand and a provocation, so the white-robed young master could only accept the challenge. Xiaoxiao said, “You will prepare the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.” She was also self-righteous when she asked for the reason. “I’m poor.”
Xiaoxiao did not notice the playful expression on the old man’s face behind her. There were trees planted on both sides of the academy. She helped him to the foot of the stairs that was covered by the shade of the trees and sat down. “Where is your house? Do you want me to get someone to pick you up?”
The old man shook his head. “There’s no need. I agreed to meet my friend here. I’ll be fine in a while.” However, after saying that, his stomach rumbled. He looked away awkwardly, wanting to pretend that nothing had happened.
However, this little girl was too insensitive and insisted on asking, “Are you hungry?”
The old man’s face was wooden. He shook his head at the few people who walked out of the academy, indicating for them not to come over. “It’s alright…” Didn’t he care about his face?
Xiaoxiao had already opened the bamboo basket she carried with her and took out the still warm sponge cake. “If you don’t mind, you can eat it first.”
The old man wanted to reject it at first, but this little thing was too fragrant.
His hand seemed to have its own consciousness, and his words were blocked by the soft texture.
