Otaku Engineer in Great Tang Dynasty

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Inside the dining hall of the Imperial College.

Hearing Sun Zifan's words, Li Zexuan stopped his chopsticks, raised his head, glanced at the little funny, and said angrily, "Go back and ask your father if he would like you to come to the math school and talk about it!"

It's not that Li Zexuan belittles himself, but that there is indeed a hierarchy among the six schools of the Imperial College.

The School of Mathematics, School of Calligraphy, and School of Law are basically at the bottom of the list. The students of these three schools only have the opportunity to be promoted to the four schools and then to the Taixue only if they stand out in the annual assessment. Hall, and finally the National Academy of Chinese Academy of Sciences.

Sun Zifan was able to enter the Taixue Academy directly because his father was a third-rank Dali Temple Shaoqing, but if his father was a little more powerful and was promoted to a third-grade Dali Temple Master, then he might go directly to Guozi Academy. hall.

Under the progressive hierarchical system of the current Guozijian, if Sun Fujia is willing to let Sun Zifan go to the math school, it will be a ghost.

Sun Zifan laughed and said: "Hey, Master, you always invented Pinyin, my father already knew about this, and he appreciated you very much. Besides, the king of Wei and the three sons of the state are all studying in the School of Mathematics. , is there anything my father doesn't want me to go to? Just say you can accept me as a student, right?"

The sky is falling, and there is a high stare. There are Li Tai, Cheng Chumo, Qin Huaiyu, Yuchi Baolin, the second-generation leaders of the arrogant playboy, so what else do others have to worry about?

Although Sun Zifan is open-mouthed, his heart is clear.

When other students heard this funny analysis, they all felt reasonable. In this way, the school not only has good "welfare benefits", and the teachers can negotiate amicably, but also have Li Tai and Cheng Chumo on their backs, so there is no need to worry about the future. Such a good place, fools will not go!

So the surroundings of Li Zexuan suddenly became lively.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Li, are you still recruiting people in the math school? My name is Wang Wenhua, and my math grades were good back then!"

"Wang Wenhua, you fart, your grades are better than mine? Dr. Li, don't listen to him, I'm better than him, so accept me!"

"Master, you have always accepted me!"

"Take me!"

"Take me!"

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Accept, accept, accept your sister!

Li Zexuan's forehead was full of black lines, and he couldn't even eat. Special mother, if a group of female students were crying and shouting to accept them, then he would be very excited, at least it proved that he was very attractive, but in front of these are some big men clamoring to accept them by himself. Come on, what the hell is this motherfucker?

"Ahem, I can't take charge of this matter. The prison rules of Guozijian don't allow you to go wherever you want. You can go to the sacrificial wine and talk about it!"

Li Zexuan hurriedly put aside his responsibilities, and if he really wanted to accept them, there would be too many offenders. Then, how could he still be in Guozijian at that time? Simply throw the problem to the old man Kong, let him have a headache!

He originally thought that saying this would also make Sun Zifan retreat in spite of difficulties. After all, as students, how many dare to meet the "Principal"? But he underestimated the urine quality of this product. Sun Zifan did not expressly reject the meaning of Li Zexuan's words. His eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Just look for it. Zu, you have to accept me!"

In his eyes, his father was a third-rank official, and Guozijian's sacrificial wine was also third-rank, so what else was there to be afraid of?

He is not afraid, but it does not mean that all students are not afraid, and some timid students secretly withdraw from the crowd. Most of these people rely on their own efforts and are poor children who have risen from the three schools of mathematics, books and laws. They have no background. Dare to follow Sun Zifan together.

But there are still two generations of ancestors who followed Sun Zifan and said, "Yes, yes, Zifan, for my brother, we will go with you to find Confucius' wine."

"I'm going too, I'm going too, I'm afraid of a ball!"

"Let's go together!"

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After all, this group of people didn't even eat, and ran out to find Kong Yingda.

Li Zexuan was stunned, these bastards are really lawless!

Shaking his head, he is too lazy to care about them, let Kong Yingda go to the headache!

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After having a hastily lunch, Li Zexuan came to a vermilion building in the center of the Guozijian. This is the "office building" for the teachers of the Guozijian. There are more than a dozen rooms of various sizes. Never been there before.

He didn't go back at noon two days ago, and just rested there, during which he met a lot of teachers.

"Mr. Li!"

"Dr. Li!"

As soon as he entered the "office", the two "colleagues" inside greeted Li Zexuan. Strictly speaking, they are also Li Zexuan's students, and Li Zexuan's reputation in Guozijian is so high recently, some respect is necessary.

"Hehe, Assistant Professor Zhao and Assistant Professor Mu, you two didn't go home?"

Li Zexuan also greeted the two with a smile. One of them is from the Simen Pavilion and the other is from the Taixue Pavilion.

"No, it's raining so hard, how can I go back!"

"Well, that's true!"

Several people chatted with each other, and seeing that there was still a long way to go before the afternoon training, Li Zexuan returned to his seat and began to mark the examination papers.

Zhao and Mu both looked at each other in surprise when they saw this. Although Li Zexuan had been to the "office" two days ago, he was here to chat with everyone, and then he fell asleep on the table. I came here to work today. Could it be that the sun is coming out from the west?

Li Zexuan didn't care about the thoughts of these two dear brothers. He raised the Zhubi and carefully graded the students' test papers. What I want to explain here is that the so-called vermilion pen is not a brush dipped in red ink, but a pigment made by grinding cinnabar into powder. Its main chemical component is mercury sulfide. Although this thing is poisonous, it is insoluble in water, and it is not easy to volatilize. As long as it is not swallowed directly, it will not be inhaled into the human body under normal circumstances, so Li Zexuan dares to use this thing.

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Li Zexuan is comfortable, but Kong Yingda is completely sad. The old man Kong had just finished eating and returned to his single "office". He was about to take a nap for a while when there was a knock on his door.

"Sacrifice wine, open the door, students are looking for you!"

"Yes, open the door for the sake, we have something to look for you!"

When Kong Yingda heard the noise outside, he frowned slightly, because he heard a few very familiar voices from the noisy crowd, and the owners of these voices were all the thorns of the Guozijian.

Kong Yingda rubbed his head with a headache and got up to open the door.

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