"Well, I'll admit I couldn't figure out this crazy question. But I don't believe you can fix it, especially when you're seven years old. Unless you tell me the answer right away, I'll think you're cheating. Truth be told, if you cheat, there will be a very serious consequence for the academy, especially for me and the people who are angry today. This is not a warning to you, but a friendly reminder.

At the table near the west window, Ning Que stepped on the chair with his right foot, supported his chin with his right arm supporting the window, happily reading the guy's message, his eyebrows twitching happily from time to time. Seeing the word "angry", he couldn't help laughing, which made the female professor in the east window frown and look at him.

Ning Que quickly straightened up, and then continued to read the guy's information.

He didn't know who was angered by the news, and thought it was an excuse for the guy to keep his face. If he knew that it was the legendary second brother on the second floor who got angry and left with his sleeves in anger, people would wonder if he would have become much happier, or if he would have been frightened to death.

As for the guy being accused of cheating, Ning Que didn't care at all. As Stockholm's patient solution to a math problem, he knows all too well the pain and anger that comes when one can't find the answer to a problem – the guy's accusation in the message is nothing more than extreme curiosity about the answer.

Do you want to know the answer to this question? It's simple, tell me the answer to your medical question, and then we do this test. If you don't believe me, we can continue the game later.

Outside the window is the brilliant late spring and the little cicadas crying desperately. Ning Que shook his head, chuckled, rolled up his sleeves and poured water to polish the ink, and then, he dipped the brush in the ink stone and wrote the words on the paper.

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The next night, the carriage left the academy, passed through the Vermilion Bird Gate in the south of Chang'an, and then arrived at the 47th Street of Dongchenglin, where it stopped in front of the old brush shop. Ning Que turned around and thanked the carriage driver and walked into the store.

Sangsang closed the door of the shop and walked out with a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup left over from the morning. She placed the soup and chopsticks and towel in front of Ning Que, and then took out a bowl of vinegar-soaked vegetable heads and a plate of salad from under the table.

After studying hard all day in the academy, Ning Que had to eat leftovers and small pickles when he returned home. He thought they should treat themselves well, because they had two thousand taels of silver in their hands after all. If it happened in daily life, maybe he would directly teach the little maid a lesson. However, he was in a good mood today, so he just shook his head, picked up his chopsticks and ate happily, while asking about the business of the store today.

Sangsang had already eaten in the afternoon. She sat beside him, her thin folded arms on the table, and her little black face was attached to her arms. She stared with willow-shaped eyes, looking up at Ning Que's face. After a long time, she asked curiously, "Young Master, are you in a good mood today?"

"yes." Ning Que put a piece of black and salty cabbage into his mouth and ate it crunching. He frowned bitterly and replied vaguely, "I recently met a charming guy at the Academy.

Sang Sang laughed happily, raised his little face, and asked with concern when he heard that he had met a new friend in the academy. "Is this person your classmate? Male or female?

Ning Que looked at the little maid's face, was slightly stunned, and dipped his chopsticks into the warm and sour noodle soup. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "I've never met that person, but...... Probably a man, right?

"No, no."

Thinking of the obscene metaphor of the guy who read a book but didn't understand the meaning of the first message, he shook his head and said categorically: "Impossible, that guy must be a man, a very poor and pitiful man, who has suffered many losses at the hands of women."

"Poor and pitiful..."Sangsang began to think, wrinkling his nose. They seem to be two different words.

"Poor experience and poor temperament." Ning Que explained seriously.

Sang Sang sat up and asked curiously, "Does it mean that he is ugly?"

"Like I said, I've never met him."

Ning Que took out a piece of paper from the corpse and handed it to her. "Several medicinal herbs and their uses are written in the paper. Tomorrow you go to the pharmacy to take your medicine and come back to deal with it yourself. Remember not to let others see it.

Sang Sang took it and frowned. "Why can't anyone else see it?"

Ning Que thought of the guy who left him a message in the old library, and couldn't help but smile: "If I'm not mistaken, that guy should be a student on the second floor of the academy." So this recipe must be a subtle secret recipe on the second floor. We secretly got a huge benefit from that guy, so we'd better keep it a secret.

There were a lot of people around the old library and the upstairs was quiet as usual.

On the bookshelf were some precious spiral-bound cultivation books, and inside the books were ordinary tissue paper used by the academy students. On the desk next to the west window, a brush, ink, and stone lay quietly there. Near the east window, the female professor carefully practiced her small and regular characters. Ning Que sat cross-legged on the ground, engrossed in contemplation, just taking some notes on the paper and occasionally stuffing them into the book. As night fell, another fat lad appeared on the second floor, and after reading the notes, he would reply with a few sentences or long comments next to the west window.

Their handwriting, elegantly beautiful or infinitely free, is left on paper. Ning Que and Chen Pipi, two young men who didn't know each other, kept communicating by writing letters. The days of late spring and early summer passed quickly, but calmly and happily, with their every stroke and laughter.

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"Mr. Nameless, do you have a way to soften the sword power in the book?"

"Idiot! If it is soft, how can it be called sword power? By the way, the math problem you gave yesterday about cows on the prairie was...... It's weird. What do you mean by quantity relationship?

"You idiot, please don't call everything you don't understand weird. Besides, isn't there really another way to make acupuncture points work? I still can't believe that Haotian would be so unfair to a genius like me!

"Indeed, there is another way, but I advise you not to count on it. Often, there is only a short distance between a genius and an idiot. However, if anyone counts on such hope, whatever he was before, he will end up being a poor fool. What's more, I have to repeat, the math problem you raised yesterday is really strange and lacks aesthetics.

"I've heard that the devil's teachings take a different approach than the others. Instead of resorting to a connection with the breath of nature, they try to forcibly absorb it into their bodies. Is this a possible cultivation method for people who have failed to activate acupuncture points? In addition, I will provide you with a third math problem below. Think about it and don't always ask me for answers.

"This is a very elementary question! Are you insulting me? With regard to the doctrine of the devil, I have to warn you not to mention these two words, whether you are inside or outside the college. Otherwise, you will be tragically chased and killed by righteous and powerful people all over the world. "What's more, I have to tell you with a smile that even the path of the Demon Sect needs the activation of acupuncture points, because only in this case can the natural qi connect and flow in your body."

"What a pity! I guess maybe there's another way to do it.

"Since you can use Eight Strokes of Calligraphy to deconstruct this character, you are an unusual person. I'm really worried about the way you're trying the devil's teachings if you can't find any other way. Actually, you should feel lucky, but not pitiful. Otherwise, maybe one day, if you resort to demons, I will have to divide you into three parts.

"To be honest, your words make a lot of sense, but I'm very disappointed."

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"I think we're pen pals, right? But why don't you ask me who I am? Aren't you curious at all? Don't you think it's a lucky opportunity for you to communicate with me?

"I'm not always curious about other people. Besides, you didn't ask me about my identity.

"Well, who are you? Where are you from? Which classroom in the college? Do you have a beautiful sister at home?

"I am Ning Que from Wei City, and I am a student in the third classroom of the college. There's only one black handmaid in my house... Who are you and where are you from? Do you hate women so much because you already have a fierce wife or concubine?

"I'm Chen Pipi and I'm from Xishan. That's all.