Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

"Okay." Ran Ziyou took a sip of tea and thought, "We already have the sea, flowers, and fighting spirit and morale, so let's add a moon to represent homesickness."

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."

"The dew will be white from tonight, and the moon will shine brightly on my hometown." Yan Ziyuan said slowly.

Su Ping did not hesitate and directly answered with a poem that had some connection with himself. No matter the author or the event caused by the poem, they should be remembered.

"I guess the place where my heart breaks every year is the short pine hill on a moonlit night."

Zeng Xi, who had not yet answered, held a cup of tea in his hand and shook it gently, stirring up ripples on the surface of the tea in the cup.

Afterwards, there was an indescribable meaning in his eyes, as if all the vicissitudes of life had passed, youth was gone, and everything was desolate and bleak.

Even though there is no answer yet, it has already shown enough momentum.

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Zeng Xi looked away and said leisurely, "I raise my cup to the bright moon, and my shadow and I become three people..."

After the words fell, no one spoke again. Zeng Xi was a little confused. When he turned to look at the three people, he was suddenly in a state of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

It turned out that the three of them saw his state and thought that he was about to enter a state of artistic conception, so they all stretched half a leg out from under the table, ready to withdraw at any time to avoid disturbing him.

Who knew that this was just a "feint" and it did not enter the artistic conception, but instead caught the three people off guard.

"No, you three, are you planning to run away?" Zeng Xi smiled, shook his head slightly and sighed.

"No, no, Brother Zeng's entry is the most important thing."

"Yes, poetry can be composed at any time, but artistic conception cannot be entered at any time."

"It's a pity that I didn't get in this time..."

The three of them all had their own explanations, but one thing they all shared was concern.

"It's not that easy to get into the mood. Although I've been doing it more frequently recently, who can say for sure?" Zeng Xi spread his hands and said with a smile, "Keep going."

……

The next morning, all the old students woke up early and went to the cafeteria to eat in advance to avoid competing with their new classmates for the cafeteria.

After all, the number of new students admitted this year is much greater than that of last year and previous private recruitments. There are at least 500 students in the private school now.

Fortunately, the courtyard is spacious and has many empty yards, otherwise it would be difficult to accommodate these five hundred people.

From then on, Su Ping's title of the youngest junior could finally be passed on. He could also pat his chest and show off his favorite junior like the other seniors.

However, considering Su Ping's personality, it is only a thought. It is unlikely and very difficult for him to actually do such a thing.

It becomes more lively as the number of people increases, and of course there will be more things to do, such as lectures, so many senior students will be busy.

The Master also made some new reforms. He divided the 500 or so people into ten classes, with each class having about 50 people, and different people took turns to teach in each class.

This is to avoid the problem of uneven academic performance and also to examine the specific abilities of many students.

Anyway, the new year's private school has started. Su Ping feels that he is not yet ready to give lectures, so he sits down to listen to the lectures.

This is also something new this year. These seats are provided for students who have studied for a period of time but are still unable to become teachers.

This seat is at the end of the classroom and few people pay attention to it, but from the podium, one can clearly see every move of the person sitting in the seat.

Sitting in the seat with his name on it, Su Ping rested his chin on one hand, waiting for the new semester to begin. He ignored the strange looks from the new students, as he had long been immune to them.

But in this world, there are always some people who think that if they ignore it, they are incompetent or timid, and there is one such person at this moment.

"I wonder who this fellow student is, and what great achievements he has made that allow him to sit here and listen to the lectures."

The man was well-dressed and handsome. His sword-like brows and bright eyes made him look extraordinary, but unfortunately, there was a hint of viciousness between his brows.

He looked at the auditorium and saw a little brat in his eyes, who was sitting there. He looked at the little brat with disdain. It was not that he thought the little brat was unworthy, but he felt that even if he said something rude, nothing would happen to him.

"Su Ping." Su Ping spoke calmly, but his eyes were slightly closed, like an undercurrent surging beneath the surface of a windless lake. If this person really didn't know how to advance or retreat, he wouldn't mind talking.

"Oh, I haven't heard much about it. Have you ever written poetry or lyrics? If you tell me about it, I might be able to remember which literary figure it was!" After the young man said this, the people around him laughed.

The laughter was sarcastic, not directed at the young man, but at Su Ping.

"Sir, what can a child do? Please stop joking!"

"That's right, a kid half a person's height wants to write poetry! Hahahaha..."

"Hey, that's not right." The young man stopped them and said with a smile, "Who knows, maybe this fellow student has a deep background and is willing to spend a lot of money, that's fine!"

"Yes, sir, you are right."

Su Ping's expression remained unchanged. No matter how much he said to this person who was obviously looking for trouble, it would be useless and a waste of words.

If you want to make it collapse, you first let it go wild, and then when it reaches the peak, press your palm into the deepest quagmire. He had felt this kind of comfort several times in his previous life, and it was very good.

"My fellow student, it's okay for a person to have no achievements now, but if he has no ambition, he is no different from a salted fish. Listen to my advice and know that there is a sequence in learning the truth."

"What do you think, yes and no?" The young man said with a smile. Although he was smiling, he was like a poisonous snake who could show his fangs and bite people's vitals at any time.

His voice was quite loud, and he was standing here with a few people, which of course attracted many students to look back. Since the class had not started yet, they could walk around freely.

If it were class time, even if this young man had three courages, he would not dare to be so presumptuous.

While they were talking noisily, Su Ping did not reply, but spread out a piece of white paper, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote elegant words.

At this moment they stopped talking. Su Ping had just finished writing. He picked up the corner of the paper with one hand and stood in front of everyone.

There were four big characters on the paper. The strokes of the pen seemed to be endless and there was a hint of mockery in the sonorous and powerful voice.

"Ignorant?" The young man muttered the words on the paper, his eyes narrowed into slits, his look making him look even more vicious.

Su Ping nodded and pretended to be surprised: "I didn't expect you can read."

"Of course, if you can't read, how can you go to school? The teacher opened a private school to teach knowledge, not to help refugees!" The young man straightened his back and stood straight, but the position of his shoulders was a little strange.

Su Ping sneered in his heart. This young man, who could reveal the flaws with just a casual word, was a far cry from the smiling tigers he had faced before.

Su Ping snorted coldly, his eyes filled with determination. He opened his mouth and spoke righteously, "The teacher opened a private school for the purpose of educating people, but it does not distinguish between rich and poor. As long as you enter this school, no matter how high your status is, you are still a student!"

"You speak arrogantly, disrespect your elders, and even make things difficult for me. You have committed three offenses: first, you have disturbed the discipline of the private school; second, you have lowered the moral character of your students; and third, you have disrespected your fellow students!"

"These three people, two adults and one child, are now just starting to take effect in the academy. You are doing this with ulterior motives, are you trying to make the world laugh at the master? Do you want this Liyue to say that the master's education is not correct?!"

"You... Senior brother, please don't put accusations on me. I just asked about your name and whether you have any works. How can I say it's a disturbance?" The young man gritted his teeth, and the sinister look in his eyes became more and more intense.

He originally thought that the kid in front of him was just a little smarter than other kids, but his relentless offensive and the way he strangled people to death and put accusations on them made him look extremely mature.

The young man suddenly had an illusion that the person he was facing was not a child, but more like a shrewd and shrewd person who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

"Where is the disturbance?" Su Ping snorted coldly. He stood up and pointed at the nameplate on his desk. "It's clearly written on the desk. You are still asking. Are you deliberately humiliating me?"

"Asking about my poems, since you are here to study, even if you have never read it, you should know the "Qianyan Fu" that caused a sensation a few years ago."

"I don't know, so forget it. Maybe you just turn a deaf ear to the outside world and focus on reading the books of sages, but your words and deeds are not like those of a gentleman."

The young man exhaled heavily, veins on his forehead bulged, and his good teeth were almost broken. "Senior brother, this kind of aggressiveness is not in line with the style of a teacher's student, right?"

"The Master once said: The first person to make terracotta warriors will have no descendants." Su Ping swung his hand and slammed the paper on the table with a bang, which made the people around him tremble.

"This shows that the Master also cannot stand those rude people who are self-righteous and rely on their background to bully others."

"If you bully someone well, you will be seen as a person of no character and no moral integrity, and people will be angry but not able to speak out. But if you fail to bully someone well and get slapped back, you will be seen as a useless person!"

"In that case, you are good for nothing!" Su Ping pointed at him and sneered.

The older generation students who were surrounded by their younger sisters also laughed when they saw their younger brother successfully fight back.

The laughter seemed to trample on the young man's soul, as if countless sharp blades were piercing his chest and peeling him apart in such pain.

“No, I’m not. I’m not useless! I am useful! Useful!” the young man growled, his eyes turning red with bloodshot.

The people around were startled by the roar. When they reacted, the young man clenched his right fist and hit Su Ping while roaring.