Pei Yan did not continue thinking about it.
Standing before the door, he waited for the person inside to tell him to enter.
Yet the person inside remained silent for a long time.
Inside the classroom, the lecture was still proceeding as usual.
Pei Yan shook his head and smiled with a sigh.
The tutor was still as devoid of worldly tact as ever.
When Pei Yan and his father and son Pei Yuning were studying at the Imperial College, their tutor had been the exact same person.
This person had always been unversed in worldly affairs, nor did he know how to curry favor, and his temper was as stinky and hard as stone.
During class, even if the Libationer knocked on the door, he would not proactively invite people in.
However, this person was quite capable indeed; among those who passed the top three ranks in every imperial examination, at least one was always his student.
And Pei Yan had guessed that he wouldn’t speak up to open the door, merely knocking out of a scholar’s politeness.
At this moment, Pei Yan turned around with a touch of languidness, leaning against the hallway wall as he waited for the class to end.
Meanwhile, Xiao Jing’an was sitting on the rooftop opposite, his deep gaze quietly landing on Pei Yan through the skylight.
Pei Yan stood for a moment, lowering his gaze to look at the clothes on his body.
“I have bowed my head to ‘might’ and worn this white outfit.”
Opposite him, Xiao Jing’an’s gaze fixed upon Pei Yan’s gently parting and closing rosy lips.
Sheng Dong was squatting right on the rooftop above Pei Yan’s head, having quietly pried open a piece of glazed tile and pressed his ear against it.
He then used hand gestures to relay the sentence Pei Yan had just spoken to Xiao Jing’an on the opposite side.
At this moment, Xiao Jing’an softly muttered, repeating the sentence Pei Yan had just uttered: “Bow to ‘might’ and wear this white outfit?”
With that, he let out an ambiguous, mocking chuckle.
Pei Yan could never have anticipated that Xiao Jing’an would monitor him with such painstaking effort.
Still, he softly muttered to himself.
“When I can wear those bright red and green brocade robes on my body, I will have completely broken free from ‘might’.”
After saying that, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.
Sheng Dong seized the free moment to converse with Sheng Nan beside him.
“Why is the master personally monitoring him?”
Sheng Nan was holding a piece of glazed tile: “The master wants to understand everything about him.”
After thinking for a moment, he secretly glanced at Xiao Jing’an on the opposite side.
“The master’s interest in Pei Yan is far more intense than we imagined.”
Hearing this remark, Sheng Dong associated it with a certain matter and said with a heavy sense of stealthiness: “I feel that the task the master ordered us to do is somewhat morbid.”
Suddenly, a “crack” sound came through.
Sheng Dong was too caught up in gossiping and, losing focus for a moment, stepped on and broke a piece of glazed tile.
Pei Yan abruptly opened his eyes and raised his gaze to look up.
Seeming to realize something, he hurriedly looked through the skylight toward the opposite side.
The rooftop opposite was already empty and devoid of anyone.
Without wasting a single second, Pei Yan swiftly dashed out.
And then.
Sheng Dong and Sheng Nan greeted him with silly, naive smiles.
Well then, they were going to get beaten with planks.
Seeing this, Pei Yan helplessly massaged his temples, and out of politeness, smiled along with them.
This was bad.
Little dad had been targeted by that cut-sleeve pervert.
He couldn’t afford to use an egg to strike a rock either.
He could only protect his little dad well.
Dazzling sunlight fell upon the vermilion eaves, and the bronze bell vibrated and echoed into the distance.
With a single class ending, Pei Yan quickly threw a sentence to Sheng Dong and Sheng Nan: “Tell your master not to let talents like you two go to waste,” before stepping away in a hurry.
The tutor liked to drag on past the bell, and even after class had ended for quite a while, there was still no sign of him letting Pei Yan in.
Unwilling to keep waiting outside any longer, Pei Yan gently tapped twice on the door and walked inside.
He cupped his hands and respectfully bowed to the tutor in salute.
“Tutor, this junior is a new student newly enrolled under your tutelage, named Pei Yan. In the future, I still hope the tutor will generously offer your teachings.”
Cheng Yue’s brows were tightly knitted as he stared at Pei Yan, saying in a deep voice: “Impertinent, did I give you permission to enter?”
Pei Yuning, sitting in the classroom, had his complexion turn from pale to whiter still, startled by the sudden appearance of Pei Yan.
He had no idea what kind of scheme Pei Yan was trying to pull.
The other students also broke into whispering conversations, discussing Pei Yan.
Without a trace of panic, Pei Yan retrieved a small scroll from his sleeve pocket and presented it to Cheng Yue with both hands.
“This student heard that the Imperial College is about to hold a poetry competition with the Wenxuan Pavilion in the near future, and this is the poetry I drafted. My reckless intrusion just now was truly due to a moment of urgency, wishing to present the drafted poetry for the tutor’s review, and I hope the tutor will forgive me.”
Although Cheng Yue had a bad temper and was unversed in worldly affairs, he was someone who cherished talent.
No matter how mischievous or disobedient a student was, as long as their literary attainment was high, he would grant them leeway before his eyes.
As for the poetry competition with the Wenxuan Pavilion, Pei Yan had learned about it from his father in his past life.
Having heard Pei Yan’s words, Cheng Yue stroked the tuft of dark ink-colored beard on his chin and let out a deep, cold “hum.”
“You receive news quite swiftly, truly worthy of being recommended by Prince Ye.”
With that, he snatched the scroll from Pei Yan’s hands and began examining it closely.
Seated at his desk, Pei Yuning kept his eyes fixed on Pei Yan, wondering what medicine was sold in his gourd.
There was a faint glimmer of light in Lin Zhaoru’s eyes as he analyzed the person named Pei Yan.
And there was yet another person whose gaze had been sizing up Pei Yan’s peerless and matchless handsome face inch by inch the entire time.
Pei Yan’s gaze swept past Zhuang Zhi behind Pei Yuning.
This person was the one who poisoned little dad on the eve of the imperial examination.
Therefore, he had to eliminate this person before the eve of the imperial examination.
Following that, Pei Yan’s gaze swiftly brushed past Lin Zhaoru.
And this enemy of his,
“Is this written by you?”
Cheng Yue’s somewhat incredulous voice rang out beside his ear.
Pei Yan nodded with utmost seriousness.
“This piece of poetry is a work that this student deliberated word by word and painstakingly polished.”
Cheng Yue silently stroked his beard, then beckoned to Lin Zhaoru: “Come here.”
Pei Yan slightly raised his handsome eyebrows.
A flash of bewilderment crossed Lin Zhaoru’s expression as he stood up and walked over.
Cheng Yue glanced at Pei Yan standing beside him, folding half of the poetry on the scroll away.
He showed the remaining half to Lin Zhaoru: “Is this poem written by you?”
Poetry, much like the handwriting written by each individual, possessed its own uniqueness; those who frequently interacted with someone could recognize it at a glance.
As for Pei Yan, a transmigrator, his greatest specialty was walking other people’s paths and leaving them with nowhere to walk!
He had simply swiped the masterpiece that won Lin Zhaoru first place in the poetry competition between the Imperial College and the Wenxuan Pavilion in his past life and used it himself!
His initial intention was naturally not to strive for fame and fortune, but merely to officially open his path of revenge.
Outside the door, Xiao Jing’an was leaning against the very wall Pei Yan had leaned against earlier, the corners of his lips curling upward into an arc.
He burst into a low, soft laugh.