Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Chapter 682 The Academy Teacher

Another wooden stick, as thick as an arm, appeared in Meng Jianwen's hand, immediately boosting his confidence.

"Don't wooden pipes cost money? One for each person?" Lin Ping shook his head helplessly, deeply doubting the fighting ability of these servants.

Snapped!

Before Meng Jianwen could make a move, Lin Ping slapped him across the face.

Even with only a tenth of his strength, it was fatal to Meng Jianwen. He was not only slammed to the ground by the immense force, but his face was also swollen like a steamed bun, with blood continuously flowing from his nostrils.

Meng Jianwen's head was buzzing, as if countless stars were spinning around his head.

"What kind of sorcery did you use, kid? You're way too fast!" Meng Jianwen stood up unsteadily, ready to fight Lin Ping again.

Being beaten into a pig's head is insignificant, but losing to Meng Qingfan is unacceptable.

"Again?" Lin Ping was a good person and liked to grant others' wishes, so he slapped Meng Jianwen on the other side of his face.

Now look at it, it's symmetrical on both sides, just like a pig's head, and the already small eyes are completely buried underneath.

Meng Jianwen finally understood why Xiaoqiang and Erhu didn't fight back; it was because they couldn't win.

He wasn't stupid; he pretended not to see Lin Ping and ran away in the opposite direction, cursing.

"Lin Wuqing, how dare you hit my pageboy?" Seeing his underling being beaten, Meng Qingfan felt embarrassed.

Unfortunately, with his thin arms and legs, he was no match for Lin Ping and could only shout at him sternly.

"Young master, you're confused. I'm your page, and Meng Jianwen is just an ordinary servant," Lin Ping replied with a smile. How could he be threatened by a mere boy?

"This is the Meng residence. I'm going to tell my father," Meng Qingfan said through gritted teeth.

Lin Ping has little interest in children who tell their parents about every grievance they suffer.

However, this kid is very unruly, and if he isn't properly disciplined, he'll probably be a problem in the future.

"Young master, please go ahead and also explain to us about the people who beat me up tonight."

After saying that, Lin Ping turned and left, showing no respect for Meng Qingfan whatsoever.

Thinking of the thick leather whip in Huang Jiayu's hand, Meng Qingfan held back.

Because he was usually unruly, he was often whipped, so he naturally dared not make a big deal out of it.

"He's quite formidable. I wonder if he can beat Zhang Minghao?" Looking at Lin Ping's tall and straight back, Meng Qingfan felt a sense of anticipation.

Children always respect those with superior martial arts skills. The more assertive Lin Ping appeared, the more afraid the child became, and he even showed signs of submitting.

After all that fuss, Lin Ping finally went back to his room to rest.

In order to be a good page, Lin Ping got up very early and went straight to knock on Meng Qingfan's door.

"Brother Lin, you mustn't! The young master has a habit of sleeping in late, you mustn't offend him," Erhu hurriedly stopped him.

After yesterday's events, the two of them bowed down to Lin Ping and addressed him directly as their elder brother.

"You should spend this precious time studying. What good is sleeping in?" Lin Ping kicked the door open and grabbed Meng Qingfan by the ear to get him out of bed.

The other person winced in pain, about to unleash a torrent of curses, but upon seeing Lin Ping's fierce face, their momentum weakened considerably.

"I know we're going to the academy, so let go of me, it hurts," Meng Qingfan said politely.

Baiyue Academy is located in Mingyufang, adjacent to Rizhongfang, and only three miles away from the Meng residence. Even so, Meng Qingfan was almost late.

Upon reaching the academy gate, Erhu and Xiaoqiang could only stand still, while only Lin Ping, who was a pageboy, was allowed to enter.

"Oh, isn't this Young Master Meng? Why did you change your page today? Could it be that you couldn't afford to pay his monthly wages and just picked a beggar off the street?" a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy said sarcastically.

Lin Ping was still wearing the same tattered clothes, looking almost like a beggar, so there was a reason for the other party's mockery.

Meng Qingfan, who had been so arrogant, suddenly became like a deflated balloon, hanging his head and not saying a word.

Only after the other person had walked away did she say to Lin Ping with dissatisfaction, "Change your clothes another day. This is embarrassing for the Meng family."

"New clothes last three years, old clothes last three years, patched and mended for another three years. I've only worn these clothes for seven years, why should I replace them?" Lin Ping replied confidently.

He naturally didn't take Meng Qingfan's words to heart, but was curious about the identity of the person from earlier.

"You don't often get bullied by this kid, do you?" Lin Ping asked curiously.

Meng Qingfan's face flushed red instantly, and he tried to cover it up by saying, "This young master will never be bullied by others!"

"So he's just a bully at home." Looking at Meng Qingfan's embarrassed expression, Lin Ping seemed to understand everything.

It seems that Meng Qingfan is not only ignorant and incompetent, but also a coward, and has no ability to compete with Meng Qingchao for the position of clan leader.

His only support was Meng Qingge. Only after his elder sister paved the way for him could he rightfully inherit the position of clan leader.

Baiyue Academy was a private school established by a first-class family in the capital. Most of its teachers were retired officials from the Imperial Academy, which gave it a great reputation.

For this reason, the courses taught at Baiyue Academy were no different from those at the Imperial Academy, mostly consisting of the Four Books and Five Classics, which perfectly suited the requirements of the Eight-Legged Essay examination system.

After the students were seated, an old man with a goatee strode in.

This man, named Zhang Hongxian, was once a Doctor of the Five Classics at the Imperial Academy, holding the rank of eighth grade. Now, in his old age, he has retired and returned to his hometown. He was hired by the academy's director at a high price, making him a man of exceptionally high status.

This person lectured on the content and annotations of the Book of Poetry, spending the entire class having students memorize the text while he leisurely sipped tea with his legs crossed.

Watching Meng Qingfan and the others recite their lessons with their heads swaying, Lin Ping kept dozing off, and even when he was standing, he almost fell asleep.

Not only Lin Ping, but the students were in no better condition. Some even fell asleep on their desks, their snoring fortunately masked by the sound of reading aloud.

"Alright, that concludes today's lesson," Zhang Hongxian said loudly, tapping the desk with his ruler.

These students were all from wealthy families, and few of them were studious. Upon hearing this, they immediately perked up and were ready to rush out.

"Sir, you asked everyone to write a poem yesterday," a student said loudly just as everyone was about to leave.

This is like when the teacher says get out of class is over, a mischievous child suddenly stands up and reminds them, "Teacher, you haven't assigned any homework yet!"

This person immediately became the target of everyone's anger. Even Lin Ping wanted to go up and slap him a few times. Wasn't this just asking for trouble?

However, most people turned their attention back to him, clearly not daring to challenge him.

He was the same person who had insulted Meng Qingfan outside the door, and now he was looking this way with disdain.

Zhang Hongxian nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad. Yesterday, I asked you all to write a poem on the theme of autumn. I wonder if you have all finished it?"

Baiyue Academy, modeled after the Imperial College, requires students to assign homework after school; this is a mandatory requirement.

Failure to complete the task will have serious consequences. At best, one will be reprimanded with a ruler; at worst, one will be expelled from school.

Zhang Hongxian had already picked up the ruler, clearly ready to discipline the student.