Recognizing Words

The Prince immediately ran off to look for Dark Iron, then summoned the best blacksmith in the Imperial City and had him start forging iron overnight to make wrist guards.

And so, the matter of Luo Yunji learning to write was delayed a little, while he instead put effort into the classics.

In class, he spoke confidently and at length, leaving the teacher and his classmates astonished. He cited the past to discuss the present, his views were fresh, and some of his ideas were quite interesting.

Young people's worldview was simple and straightforward: if they did not like you, they isolated you, or even cursed you and beat you up.

Whether the students of Diding Class came from noble, wealthy families or poor, humble backgrounds, the more they looked at Luo Yunji, the more irritated they became.

None of them had anyone waiting on them, but Luo Yunji did. They had gone through untold hardships to get into the Academy, while Luo Yunji had only needed the Emperor and the Prince to say a word. They attended class properly, respected their teachers and valued the Dao, while Luo Yunji dozed off in class, yet the teacher had no objections at all. There were far too many such things that made them feel aggrieved.

When jealousy and resentment accumulated to a certain point, they were bound to erupt.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the three classmates lying at his feet and sighed at how frail they were. "They really can't take a beating!"

"A gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists!" Every time Zhang Xiaofan heard them shouting that line, he inwardly looked down on their ignorance and narrow experience.

"If Little Junior Brother really used his mouth! That result—even Master would be afraid!"

Those teeth of Luo Yunji's could even