Chapter 2 Ignore

Seeing the boat getting closer and closer to the shore, a tense atmosphere gradually filled the air.

The people who had originally gathered by the lake subconsciously gathered around here, not wanting to miss the show that was about to take place.

Everyone could see that Han Xu's behavior had angered Wang Ran, and the son of the Cavalry General was by no means an easy person.

Under the gaze of everyone, the boat docked, and the sailor threw out the reins, tied them firmly to the piles, and circled them around to ensure that the hull would not rock.

If Han Xu fell down due to the shaking of the ship's hull, they would not be able to shoulder the blame.

After the ship stopped, a beautiful maid opened the gold-woven door curtain, and Han Xu slowly walked out. His long hair was spread over his shoulders, and his eyes were a little lazy, but he didn't feel the slightest bit decadent. On the contrary, it has a unique and charming charm.

Qing'er held the guqin in her arms and followed Han Xu obediently. Her charming appearance made people forget that she was a brothel girl, and she looked more like the freshly grown up girl next door, lovable.

When the two of them walk together, they are definitely an enviable pair of talented people and beautiful people.

Seeing Wang Ran, Qing'er's face flashed with worry, and she looked at Han Xu from the corner of her eye.

But he saw Han Xu walking straight forward without squinting, passing Wang Ran directly, as if Wang Ran did not exist in his eyes.

"Stop!" Wang Ran's voice was low, as if he was suppressing his anger.

"Is something wrong?" Han Xu stopped and asked.

"Didn't you see me?"

"I saw it."

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Wang Ran suddenly didn't know what to say, as if there was a fish bone stuck in his throat.

You saw it and you still chose to ignore it?

Seeing that Han Xu was about to leave again, Wang Ran moved his feet, as if changing his body, and stopped in front of Han Xu in an instant.

"If you have something to say, just say it. If nothing happens, don't block the way." Han Xu said.

Wang Ran unconsciously clenched his fist again, and then released it. He suppressed the anger in his heart, forced out a smile like a senior, and said: "Han Xu, the new year is approaching, and other students are working hard to practice. Want to be in the next year?" If you get a brilliant result in the end-of-year assessment, you will be at ease and have the time to play some melodious music here."

Wang Ran looked like a high-ranking and educated brother who was underachieving, and continued: "I think our Dawu dynasty relied on force to build a country. All the disciples who come out of my Jiuxiao Academy are masters among masters. Even the disciples of Beidou Academy who focus on strategy and cultivation I am also one of the best.”

"Only you, in the six years since you entered school, have not even crossed the threshold of cultivation. You have set a record that is unprecedented, and even unprecedented. The century-old honor of my Jiuxiao Academy will be destroyed by you alone."

After saying that, he still stared at Han Xu, as if he hated iron and steel, but he was thinking in his heart, I have said so much, you should give some response.

But Han Xu still didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward, which made Wang Ran feel like he had punched cotton and had nowhere to put any force.

"Miss Qing'er, you may not be clear about some things." Han Xu didn't speak, but that didn't mean that Wang Ran had stopped. He felt that he had an obligation to let Qing'er see Han Xu's ugly face clearly.

Wang Ran straightened his clothes and felt that the difference in appearance between himself and Han Xu had narrowed, and then he said: "Qing'er, you may have only known Han Xu for a short time, and you may have some misunderstandings about him."

"First of all, he is the son of the King of Han in the North, one of the four kings with different surnames. He has a distinguished status. I admit this. However, he is an out-and-out dandy and a waste."

"Han Xu came to the Royal City six years ago and entered the Imperial Academy's Jiuxiao Academy to practice with me." At this point, Wang Ran specifically emphasized that he enrolled in the same year to facilitate the subsequent comparison.

"As we all know, the disciples of Jiuxiao Academy are all nobles of the royal palace. The age limit for admission is eleven years old. In the first year, they learn poetry, poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting, with the aim of improving their cultivation and cultivating etiquette. From the second year, they will teach Basic training techniques.”

"After the second year, disciples will be assessed every year. If they can break through to become a first-class warrior before the age of fifteen, they will be promoted to the War God Academy to practice. The remaining disciples will be promoted to Beidou Academy to practice after breaking through to the first-class warrior."

"About 30% of the disciples who enroll in each batch are qualified to enter the God of War Academy. Even those with the lowest qualifications in history can enter the Beidou Academy before the age of seventeen, except for Han Xu."

"He has been in Jiuxiao Academy for six years, but he hasn't even touched the threshold of cultivation, and he can't cultivate a trace of spiritual power. He is still following a bunch of eleven-year-old kids to write and write. Everyone in the academy regards him as a shame."

"Miss Qing'er, you must not waste your wonderful youth for such a dandy."

After saying that, Wang Ran kept staring at Qing'er. He thought that through his righteous explanation, Qing'er would definitely recognize the scumbag and turn around.

However, I saw Qing'er lowering her head, with a shy face, and said timidly: "Qing'er is just an insignificant prostitute, and I don't think there is anything wrong with writing and writing."

"You" Wang Ran felt a little confused. His values ​​were greatly challenged. Not only him, but also other onlookers were a little overwhelmed.

In this world, what is admired is the strong and force.

Whether they are famous legendary figures in history or noble princes who hold great power in reality, they are all powerful and invincible men.

Even the meanest women and half-dressed beggars in the brothels all worship strong men. I have never heard of anyone who has made his name in history by relying on his romantic talents.

In this world, as long as you are strong enough, you can become a high-ranking official or dominate a region overnight and be admired by thousands of people. Of course, if you are not strong enough, even if you have an extremely prominent family background, it can disappear in an instant.

Obviously, in the eyes of everyone, Han Xu belongs to the latter, a pile of mud that can't be helped.

Wang Ran certainly doesn't believe that Qing'er really likes Han Xu's talent. Among Qing'er's many admirers, there are many talented and powerful ones, but she has never seen her smile to anyone.

There is only one explanation for Qing'er to say this, that is, she fell in love with Han Xu.

Because only love can be unreasonable.

Wang Ran felt dizzy, and then his reason gradually disappeared.

His father was also a general after all. Although his status was not as high as Han Xu's father, he was also a third-rank official. More importantly, he himself was very motivated. He had entered the third-rank realm when he was 18 years old.

Such talent is rare in the Jiuxiao Academy, which is full of talents. Such a genius can enter the army and rise to the top after graduating from the academy.

Others flattered him when they saw him. He had never suffered such grievances as today.

Wang Ran looked at Qing'er's innocent face, and his heart became more and more angry.

"Hmph, she is just a bitch. Do you really think you are a princess?"

"Since you are shameless, I will deal with Han Xu and then slap you hard in the face."

When he thought of this, Wang Ran suddenly showed a fierce light in his eyes and turned to Han Xu and said, "Han Xu, anyway, the end-of-year assessment is coming. Let me see if you have made any progress in your cultivation this year."

"Don't worry, I will be careful and show mercy." After speaking, Wang Ran stomped his feet fiercely, and the powerful power of the third-grade warrior bloomed without reservation. The ground trembled, and an invisible air wave spread out, like a gust of wind hanging in the flat ground.