In the spring, the bandit Li gathered 100,000 people to attack Bian, but Luo failed. He then went south and gathered bandits along the way, gathering 170,000, claiming to be 500,000, and wanted to attack the important town of Wanjun.

--"Xia Ji·Emperor Ai·19th Year of Tianfeng"

Back at the academy, Wang Bo took out his pen, ink, paper, inkstone and writing quickly. It was not until midnight that he put down his worries and fell asleep with his head in his arms. It was indeed different without any burden. For the first time, he felt that he was sleeping soundly.

The next day was a routine holiday in the academy. Wang Bo slept until midnight before getting up. After washing up, he felt refreshed and said to himself: "Today is the time for me to make a big splash!"

When they came out, the busy classmates in the yard were surprised to see Wang Bo: Although his face was still the same as usual, he could feel the majesty that he didn't usually have. And Wang Bo was not as cold as usual, and greeted the classmates he met with a smile, which made the students who were suddenly treated with five-star treatment really uncomfortable.

The classmate originally wanted to stretch his face as usual to pretend not to see it, but saw Wang Bo greeting him warmly. He was a little flattered and smiled, but the muscles on his face didn't have time to react, and his expression was so weird!

The folks in Daxia are used to two meals. Wang Bo has used the meal in the canteen with satisfaction, and then walked towards the lecture hall of the academy.

?The scale of Yang Academy is far from that of Songyang and Yuelu, among other nationwide famous academies, but it has a characteristic, that is, the Six Arts Discussion will be held on the afternoon of every routine rest day, and the forum will speak freely without distinction between superiority and inferiority, and the famous scholars compete on the same stage. This enlightened teaching style has allowed the famous and status academies to cultivate several famous scholars and ministers and heroes who are famous in the court and the country.

When they arrived at the lecture hall, a few classmates gathered around: "Ha! Sanfan, you are a rare guest here! You won't go to the Sanbao Temple for nothing. Why did you come today?" "Yes! I wonder what Brother Wang has to say." "Hahaha, once Sanfan comes out, all living beings will be free! But it's not scared away, but laughs away!"

The lecture suddenly became lively, of course, the focus was Wang Bo. Wang Bo didn't care about how these students were enthusiastic, whether they were playing or ridiculed, or cold-eyed, and just said softly: "Don't be impatient!" Then he waited for the forum to start, and the people next to him slowly calmed down.

After a moment, Zhou Mao, the famous master of the academy, walked up to the forum and signaled the students to be quiet and the forum began.

Then two fierce debates began, and there were no more topics like "the white horse is not a horse" or "the wind is moving or the banner is moving". For Wang Bo, who was familiar with Hegel and horse philosophy, this was of course not worth a joke. However, the students next to him frequently looked at him, wondering when Wang Bo would end.

Wang Bo was not moved and quietly paid attention to the debate on the field.

After several rounds of debate, fewer and fewer students ended up. When Zhou and his son walked onto the podium and were about to announce the end of the debate, a voice came: "Let's wait." Then a figure walked into the podium and laughed loudly: "The future generations are foolish and Wang Bo waiting for the education!"

"Oh? Could it be the Sanfan boy that the students mentioned?" Zhou Maoshu's eyebrows trembled slightly and he said lightly, "What's the topic?"

"Unt title!" Wang Bo stepped forward and took a step forward, pointed to a Confucian scarf hanging in front of the plaque in the lecture hall, and said firmly, "I want to fight to win the crown!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the lecture hall was filled with an uproar.

It turned out that Yang Academy produced a great sage named Ganluo during the reign of Emperor Taizong, and was unique in the six arts and was known as a great scholar. In order to reward the academy's teaching, Taizong awarded a Confucian scarf to show his encouragement, and issued a battle to win the crown to encourage students to achieve some training. It was stipulated that if someone was the best in the six arts, Yang Academy could inherit this Confucian scarf, ranked as the Academy's master, and was treated as a national scholar. However, although Yang Academy was not as strong as other major academies, he had specialized in his skills and had outstanding talents in all aspects of the Six Arts, far surpassing other academies. In addition, the important town of Wanjun, it was known as the Nandu, and it has always had a strong talent, and local sages also supported one or two from time to time. Therefore, after the promulgation of this rule, except for a few ancient scholars who came to try their best and ended up falling into the sand, no one tried them in three hundred years!

Today, a student named "Sanfan Boy" in the academy made a request. Master Zhou couldn't help but feel confused as he was talking around him. But when he looked at the student who was not as young as the age of 1980s and was still young, his ordinary face seemed calm and firm. His eyes were filled with confidence that "I'll go even if I have thousands of people." Uncle Zhou Mao put down his idea of ​​suspicion that he was looking for the limelight and made a decision in his heart: "No matter whether it succeeds or fails, this child will not be the thing in the pool in the future!" Then he exhaled and said, "Absolute! Starting tomorrow, you need to challenge the chief of our college in poetry, books, sprints, music, calculations, and skimming six arts. Do you understand whether it is students or teachers?"

Wang Bo smiled slightly: "Students understand!"

This night of the college was destined to be a sleepless night, and the students were talking about it. Some wealthy children actually opened a bet, "I bet, and Sanfan's odds against the academy are as high as 35 to 1, and the hands are fast and slow, and there is no one..."

But the cute Comrade Sanfan was communicating with Duke Zhou. The pillow was already wet. He murmured and whispered for a while. If he listened carefully, he could vaguely hear: "Hehe, pig head, now I'm going to call me Mr. Sanfan!"

Early the next morning, the teacher and the students got up and gathered together to continue their endless speculation. A teacher even patted Wang Bo's window and shouted softly: "Boy Sanfan..." but heard a loud shout inside: "Pig Head! I've said it many times! Call me Mr.... Huhu ~~"

It suddenly fell out of the window...
Chapter completed!