When Wen Zhao was thirteen years old, he entered the Imperial Academy by paying tribute.
He set three rules for himself: cause less trouble, owe no favors, and send home a penny of tuition money every month.
On the first day of school, all three rules are invalidated.
[The Imperial Master Re-employment System is loaded.
[The host is eighty years old, a master of the emperors of three dynasties, and has peaches and plums all over the world.
[Please persuade the eldest disciple who is about to be expelled from the master's sect before class ends today.
Wen Zhao looked up. The boy in the corridor who was waiting to be expelled from the Imperial College was fifteen years old, a head taller than him, and had a very bad temper.
"Who is your disciple?"
"... I want to know too."
The system came sixty-seven years too early.
What it brought was not good: the eldest disciple dropped out of school, famous ministers died in prison, seven disciples turned against each other, and the Imperial College was burned to the ground overnight.
At first, Wen Zhao just wanted to keep his school status and tuition fees, and save the unlucky classmate in front of him. But a piece of paper withdrew from school showed that the quota had been exchanged, and the missing tuition fees were connected with the medicine that the mother could not afford. Those who will be written in the future school journal are still young people who are hungry, afraid, and make mistakes.
The task bar identified the word "accepting a disciple", but Wen Zhao had no time to pretend to be a teacher. He first asked Xiao Jibai: How do you want to reverse this punishment? When the old files didn't match the evidence in front of him, he would rather go to the clerk's room two more times than convict someone for a crime that didn't happen. After investigating several cases, no one in the Imperial College was really willing to treat him as their husband; strangely, when he was in trouble, people would still knock on his window.
Only my deskmate Qi Hanzhang did not have his name in Taoli Lu.
Qi Hanzhang saved a seat for him, went through punishments with him, and was invited out with him and a heater because he paid for his medicine. Wen Zhao could search the rest of the world's lives, but he couldn't figure out why this person came back after a quarrel.
Later, Qi Hanzhang put the two people's small accounts on the table.
"Sir, don't you know how to do math?"
"You are not my student."
"Exactly." Qi Hanzhang said, "I don't intend to listen to you either."
The humble high school student Shou, who knows how to calculate favors clearly, wants to make him owe his life to the fallen emperor and grandson Gong.
Intention: The world is undecided, we are still confused