The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 209: Fast, Precise, and Ruthless—No One Picks Like Her
It’s really a strange thing.
Even Wei Shen can guide Ren Qi now.
No matter how talented he is, no one has ever taken up the responsibility to teach him, and he’s spent years fighting in battles outside.
How much energy does he really have left to study?
Most likely, Wei Shen is just muddling through, like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse by luck, isn’t he?
"I’ll listen to you say this, but if others hear it, they’ll most likely laugh at you."
"Why don’t you say he can become the top scholar!"
Yu Tingwan blinked, looking at Wei Zhao, "Can he?"
After all, the young lady was unsure, as Wei Zhao had never shown his true abilities in front of her.
Academics, none.
Martial arts, none either.
In front of her, Wei Zhao seemed really too delicate.
Yu Tingwan just couldn’t imagine Wei Zhao on the battlefield, slaying foes with a fierce aura.
"He can."
His tone was casual, almost dismissive.
"However, I don’t value such empty reputations."
"And I don’t have the time to participate in the imperial examinations."
Yu Tingwan nodded. Now, she wouldn’t think Wei Zhao was just boasting.
But Mr. Zhao was silent.
Brother Wei is good in every way, except he loves face too much.
How can the top scholar exam be so easy? Many spend their whole lives pursuing it, yet die as mere scholars. Even Yang Weiweng, Mr. Yang, winning the third place at such a young age was extremely rare.
Old Master Sun: ???
He looked incredulously at Yu Tingwan beside him, then at Wei Zhao.
No wonder they became a couple.
Truly each pot matches its corresponding lid!
Not a hint of modesty.
He intentionally wanted to test Wei Zhao’s knowledge.
"I heard from Ren Qi that he showed you some books before?"
There was something like that indeed.
Wei Zhao flipped through a few pages, but hadn’t moved them since.
Old Master Sun sighed, "The book with the cyan cover was something I bought from a bookstore in Jiangnan back then. It’s collections from poets’ gatherings, recorded and only a hundred copies were made. It emptied my pockets at the time. But worth it, I greatly benefitted from it."
"Do you have any thoughts on it?"
Wei Zhao blandly said, "All show, no substance."
Recalling the poems’ lofty ambitions, Wei Zhao hit the nail on the head, "Just a bunch of empty lamentations. No wonder they can’t enter officialdom."
Old Master Sun: ???
Wei Zhao continued, "If the Master likes poetry, I’ll have someone send some good ones later on."
Old Master Sun: ???
Though wanting to refute, pondering in that direction, it seemed... there was a tad bit of sense.
"Then what about the book with the black cover?"
Old Master Sun straightened his back.
That book was exceptional!
"It was written by the Minister of the Imperial College, widely circulated among the commoners these years."
Wei Zhao: ...
He hadn’t opened it.
Because he knew what was inside.
He had even helped revise a few parts back then.
Wei Zhao: "It’s still pretty presentable."
Old Master Sun wanted to ask more, but his peripheral vision caught Yu Tingwan secretly laughing.
"What’s so funny? They’re all brought to you, now hurry and copy them, let me see if your handwriting has improved!"
The smile on Yu Tingwan’s face vanished.
"This matter, we should probably discuss it again."
Old Master Sun: "Will you make me chase you again?"
After speaking, he turned to Wei Zhao, "Just right, you write a few for me to see too."
As he said this, he opened the book intended for Nannan, letting Wei Zhao choose a sentence to write.
Wei Zhao, though weak-handed, still casually wrote a few words. Unlike his usual style.
Yu Tingwan peeked over, smugly amused.
To her surprise, it was identical to the script in the book.
Unexpectedly, he had this skill too.
Wei Zhao sighed, "Does this work?"
Old Master Sun: ...
This kid has some skills!
Even he almost mistook it for his own handwriting.
Wei Zhao tapped, his long fingers landing on the book.
"This part is wrong."
This was Old Master Sun’s pride and joy, "How is it wrong?"
His face almost dropped.
Wei Zhao briefly explained.
Old Master Sun paused for a moment, "Please take another look for me."
Wei Zhao reluctantly agreed.
He read quickly, flipping through the book swiftly.
"This part is also wrong."
He continued explaining.
Flip, flip, flip.
"Here it’s the same old problem."
Wei Zhao grew tired of explaining, directly altering it.
Mr. Zhao listened intently.
Old Master Sun went from initial dislike, to a face full of rosiness, even many confusions suddenly cleared.
Yu Tingwan on the side took up a snack, munching away.
Once Wei Zhao nearly finished speaking, she wiped her mouth, hastily stating her stand.
"Since there are so many flaws, I won’t copy it."
Turns out, reading does have its uses.
Previously, it was just her straining her brain to outwit, yet Wei Zhao effortlessly left the Master speechless.
Yu Tingwan, like a cat having tasted fish, grinned at Old Master Sun, "Students actually aren’t nitpicking for the sake of it. But I pondered, you definitely have a bit that isn’t quite presentable."
"You’ve always accepted criticism well, striving for the best, why not take it back to think carefully and revise?"
Old Master Sun is now quite worried.
He almost feels Yu Tingwan, this troublemaker, doesn’t match with a Wei Family offspring.
Fortunately, she captured him!
Struck fast, precise, and fierce.
Who’s as adept at picking as she is!
He slapped the table, shouting out loud.
"Wei Shen!"
Yu Tingwan’s heart trembled thrice.
Wei Zhao didn’t react.
Old Master Sun slapped again.
Wei Zhao: "Oh."
"Almost forgot."
"You’re calling me."
Old Master Sun: "Are you interested in teaching at the academy?"
He was extremely excited.
"With your talent, you could certainly teach out..."
No, that’s not right.
"That would be underrating you."
He paused.
"You should take the civil examinations!"
The Wei Family Army is disbanded, Wei Shen, once recovered, where could he go?
The other camps aren’t good places either.
Wei Zhao: "No."
"Listen to me."
Old Master Sun suddenly stood up, "Though I lack connections, in the civil exam one still relies on one’s own ability."
"But no one in the county academy can teach you anymore. You should step out, go to Jiangnan! Go to Shangjing!"
"With your talent, don’t fear those places won’t accept you. Once you showcase your abilities, most likely they’d be eager to have you."
He placed a hand on Wei Zhao’s shoulder, giving an inspiring pat.
"However, I highly recommend Huaqing Academy in Shangjing."
Wei Zhao’s eyelid twitched.
Yu Tingwan sipped water.
Truly, when the Master finds out Wei Zhao’s identity later, he’ll definitely be too embarrassed to show face.
Yu Tingwan just... really wants to see it happen.
Mr. Zhao was also stirred, "Huaqing Academy was established back when Grand Tutor Gu returned to the Capital to take office. The tuition is cheap, not to mention, the Gu Family contributes a significant amount of silver each year to improve the students’ meals. The academy only admits learned students from humble backgrounds."
Old Master Sun nodded, "Correct, his daughter is frail, Grand Tutor Gu does this to support the underprivileged students, and also with the personal intent to bless his daughter for a smooth life."
"One wishes for a child to be simple and honest, without disaster or difficulty for lifelong peace. Pitiful is a parent’s heart."
Old Master Sun turned, looking at the rebellious student.
"Don’t look at the Grand Tutor’s high status, with a world of difference between him and us, but he’s like your father, both loving fathers."
Yu Tingwan’s expression remained unchanged.
Yet, her hands on her knees twisted anxiously.
She spoke softly, "Is he?"
