Chapter 110: Clothes can’t fit into the normal size


    “Little old-fashioned.” Ye Qianning ran over happily...


    ?Sang Zhi turned around when he heard the shouting and saw Ye Qianning. Although he was surprised, he frowned when he saw the man running towards him with his robe.


    “Little old-fashioned.” Ye Qianning ran up to him, looking up with a childlike look on his face.


    “It is the rule of Loushan disciples not to move quickly,” Sang Zhi said.


    “I’m not running fast, I’m running.”


    ?Sang Zhi frowned even deeper when he heard this, as if he didn''t want to argue with her, he turned around and left.


    ?Ye Qianning followed him, her old-fashioned pace not only steady but also quite fast, her short legs jogging for a while.


    “What are you doing with me?” Sang Zhi turned around.


    “I am now also a student of Loushan Academy.”


    Sang Zhi didn’t believe it.


    “It’s true.” Ye Qianning said seriously.


    “Then why aren’t you wearing a student uniform?”


    "I...maybe I don''t have the size, I have to wait!" Ye Qianning didn''t see anyone giving her a school uniform, and she probably wouldn''t be able to wear a normal one for her body type!


    Sang Zhi stared at her, as if he was suddenly enlightened: "The rules of the academy are strict, and no student is allowed to enter the school without obeying the rules."


    “On the first day, Master should be accommodating.”


    Sang Zhi was displeased: "Master treats everyone equally, without exception. You should wait until there are students who are convinced before coming to the school."


    "I''ll give it a try. Just don''t let me come out again." Ye Qianning retorted.


    ‘咚咚’


    There was a sound of gongs.


    When Sang Zhi heard the gong, he remembered that he had not entered the school yet: "Go back quickly. If the Confucian teachers see you running around the school without wearing a student uniform, your qualification as a student will be revoked."


    After he finished speaking, he walked with small steps. Ye Qianning''s mouth twitched when he saw it. Most children really can''t learn this kind of pace, just like a man walking in the park.


    The gong sounded in the school palace and students had to sit down. There would be punishment for evening classes. When Sang Zhi arrived at the school, the master had already entered the school. “Master,” Sang Zhi called.


    "Eighth Prince, you are late again." Master Zhang saw the villain''s brows filled with displeasure.


    Sang Rui, who sat down, and a child sitting next to him covered their mouths and laughed.


    “The student accepts the punishment.” Sang Zhi said.


    “Then I’ll punish you for copying…”


    “Master, my eighth brother has been late many times, and every time he is punished by copying the disciple rules. The punishment is too light and he cannot remember it.” Sang Rui shouted from the seat below.


    Master Zhang thought so when he heard this, but turned to look at the person below: "Seventh Prince, master, don''t interrupt when you are talking. Do you also want to copy the disciple rules?"


    "Students don''t dare. It''s just that the master punishes the disciples every time. The punishment is too light, which makes us feel that there is no dignity in being late. This will make others follow suit. Anyway, if you are late, you can only copy the disciples'' rules with your hands. Don''t you think so? "Sang Rui asked.


    “Master, what the seventh prince said makes sense.”


    “The Eighth Prince has been late too many times, and Master is so tolerant every time. We will also want to sleep in next time.”


    “That is, the master does this again and again, and the students find it boring.”


    ??The rich kids sitting around Sangrui all agreed.


    ?Sang Zhi’s face was sullen, and he held the little hands in his sleeves.


    Master Zhang thought so. He looked at the little man at the door and said, "Then give him twenty strokes."


    “My master’s hand has become lighter.” Sang Rui shouted.


    “Then thirty.”


    “Master, it’s not etiquette to do this.”


    “What does the seventh prince mean?” Master Zhang was puzzled.


    “Master, just remove me from the academy. My eighth brother has repeatedly taught me in the academy and refuses to change. I often give in and ignore my disciples and my master. Only removal can make other students wake up.”


    (End of this chapter)