Chapter 58 Heading into the Future

Yunlushan Academy——

"Is that all? Are there any more?"

The teacher was a white-haired old man, stern and old-fashioned. He held a ruler in his hand and glanced at each student.

"Your parents sent you here so that you could study hard and pass the imperial examinations in the future. But look at you, look at yourself, what have you done?"

The old man's angry voice echoed throughout the academy.

He tapped the books on the table with the ruler in his hand, looked at the covers of the books one by one, and read out the names of the books.

“Wang Erbao and his fox wife,” “The Beggar’s Journey to Immortality,” “After exile, I became prime minister by farming,” “The Destitute Scholar and his Evil Ghost Sister”…”

The Master couldn't continue reading and was almost fainted by the fame of these books.

When coming to the academy, the books that students bring with them have been checked. Such books will never be brought into the academy;

And looking at the handwriting on the cover of the book, it is immature and a little messy, it is clearly the handwriting of a student!
"Who wrote these books? Who wrote them!" the teacher yelled, his throat breaking.

Ji Minghan lowered his head like a chicken and raised his hands.

"Sir, it is...I wrote it..."

The old man stared at Ji Minghan with his eyes wide open. "Oh, it's you. I remember that you recited "On the Six Kingdoms" well last time. How come you are so depraved? You wrote such disgusting things. Even an old man like me can't bear to read it anymore!"

Ji Minghan's face turned red.

Although he had a rebellious mentality, he was a child of the general's mansion after all, and words like "face" and "family" were engraved in his mind since he was a child.

The teacher walked up to him with a ruler in hand, "You still blush? Why didn't you blush when you were writing?"

Ji Minghan lowered his head, held out his palm, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "Sir, I know I was wrong. I will study hard in the future and never write it again."

The old man looked at his palm, shook his head, and did not hit him with the ruler. He just said, "Come and recite the Six Kingdoms Theory to me again."

Ji Minghan raised his head, looking confused.

He has been so busy with his creative work these days that he has completely forgotten about this article.

"You can't remember a single word?" The teacher stroked his gray beard, extremely disappointed with Ji Minghan.

"Have any of you read these books? Show me your hands."

Following the teacher's question, all the students in the class stretched out their white and tender hands.

The old man nearly died.

"Humph, there are so many of you, but not one of you can make me proud.

"Ji Minghan, look at yourself, how many people have you harmed here? You are the rat shit in the pot of porridge!"

The teacher's beard was shaking with anger. "We are going to take the imperial examinations in the future, not sing operas in restaurants and teahouses. Why do you want to do such vulgar things and treat yourselves so badly? If your parents knew, they would be so disappointed in you!"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the ruler and hit the row of white and tender hands stretched out by the students in the class.

It took a long time for the teacher to calm down.

"Go outside and start a fire. Burn all these harmful books." The old gentleman sighed, "Ji Minghan, go and throw these things into the fire with your own hands. Make sure they are burned thoroughly. Don't let them return to their old ways." Only if Ji Minghan does this personally can he remember it. Only if he burns them with his own hands can he say goodbye to the past completely.

Outside the classroom, the dry wood under the fire made crackling sounds, and the flames swayed in the wind, looking like they were going to devour everything.

Ji Minghan stood in front of the fire, holding the book he had written.

The stories in these books were all written by him personally, stroke by stroke.

The characters in these books are both good and bad, but they are all the fruits of his hard work. He really couldn't bear to burn these books.

"Ji Minghan, what are you waiting for? Burn these books quickly and this matter will be over."

The teacher's urging voice came from beside me.

If the master agreed to let him keep these books privately, he would be willing to reform himself and not write any more stories before passing the imperial examination.

But now, the teacher asked him to burn these books, and Ji Minghan felt more and more reluctant to do so.

On one side is family and reputation, on the other side is hard work and ideals; on one side is what others want him to become, on the other side is what he wants to live.

Perhaps influenced by Ji Chenxing, who was different from ordinary women, Ji Minghan gritted his teeth and made a choice after much hesitation.

"I can't burn it." Ji Minghan hugged his books tighter. "These are what I want to do. What about "On the Six Kingdoms" and astronomy and history? I won't read this book anymore, and I won't take the exam for official positions. Whoever wants to take the exam can do it."

The old man obviously didn't expect Ji Minghan to be so stubborn.

In the old gentleman's eyes, although Ji Minghan was a little naughty on weekdays, he would still listen as long as he was told a few words.

"It's up to you." The old man gave Ji Minghan one last look, "But I want to tell you that people should be responsible for their own actions. As long as you leave the door of my Yunlushan Academy today, don't even think about coming back in the future."

There was determination, fear, and confusion in Ji Minghan's eyes.

He didn't know what his life would be like after taking this step, but as the old man said, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back, and he must be responsible for the choices he has made.

"Okay, I won't come back." Ji Minghan agreed, holding his books, and resolutely rushed into the college dormitory, ready to pack his luggage and leave.

"Hey, Ji Minghan——"

Ji Minghan had only taken a few steps when he was stopped by Li Huaimin who caught up with him from behind.

Li Huaimin rushed over with a smile and put his arm around Ji Minghan's shoulders. "You want to go out and make money? How can you not call me brother? Do you want to keep it all for yourself?"

"I..." Ji Minghan was speechless for a moment and punched Li Huaimin fiercely. "What nonsense are you talking about? I warn you, don't let your imagination run wild. Don't even think about letting me take you with me."

"I have packed my luggage, don't try to get rid of me." Li Huaimin was still smiling.

Ji Minghan put on a bitter face and pushed Li Huaimin aside. "Now is not the time to joke. If you leave this door, your future will be ruined."

Li Huaimin waved his hand and said, "My grades are ranked last, and I don't have much of a future. I might as well go out with you and give it a try.

"I've seen your sister's world. They have a lot of new things there. We have this thing called 'live broadcast' to rely on. Do we still have to worry about not having food to eat in the future? The book you wrote is so good. We have to sell it even if it's only in the reviews. Do you still worry about not being able to get rich?"

Ji Minghan was still a little confused. Li Huaimin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid. You have a brother with you. Let's set off for the future together!"

(End of this chapter)