Volume 1: This Heart's Bent Chapter 42: Majestic Jing Tai Blue

  The old man with the red face immediately strode over, his expression still gloomy. He ordered someone to carry Zheng Yu away for treatment while frowning and blocking Taishi Lan.

  "Where did this course selection form come from?"

  "It was given by Mr. Zheng."

  "This isn't yours," said the red-faced old man in a flat tone, "Put it back."

  "Is it really you, Master Ienari?"

  "Huh?" The old man with a red face was taken aback.

  "What is your job?"

  "The old man with a red face was caught off guard by Tai Shi's sudden question and hesitated for a moment before answering, 'In charge of internal and external liaison affairs and instructor management within the 25th camp...'"

  "What does Zheng Yu manage?"

  "Course Affairs."

  "Full authority?"

  "Full authority." The old man with a red face looked a bit ugly, but still answered truthfully.

  "Everyone has their own duties and doesn't interfere with others." Taishi Lan said, "Zheng Yu allows us to choose courses like this, if you want to stop it, ask Zheng Yu first."

  The old man with a red face opened his mouth and looked back at Zheng Yu being carried away - half of his life was gone, how could he ask?

  "Zheng Yu has full authority to manage the course selection affairs, and it is also the power we have granted." A middle-aged man had been staring coldly at Tai Shi Lan, and suddenly spoke up, "Naturally, we can also take it back."

  Tai Shi Lan turned around and looked at him.

  "Now," a middle-aged man with a greenish face, a cold smile appeared on his face. "I will ask the Dean to take back Zheng Yu's right to choose courses and I will take care of it personally. And I," he pointed at his own nose, "will not allow it."

  He spread out his palm to Tai Shi Lan, "Return the course selection form, and I can let this offense slide."

  "This is Vice Captain," Shen Meihua whispered behind Tai Shilan's back, "from the Zheng family..."

  Tai Shi-lan was just about to speak when Hua Xiren suddenly walked back in, dragging a gun behind her. She stopped the gun and smiled: "Old Zheng, your words are also correct, but I remembered that our 25th Regiment has another rule?"

  "What business does a woman have here? What do you know?" Zheng Ying frowned and retorted.

  "Understand you little brother so soon!" Flower smiled and raised an eyebrow, pointing with her middle finger.

  "You..."

  Too shi lan worship...

  "The Duke of Jin had once set a rule, but it hasn't been used in so many years that we've all forgotten about it." Huaxian Huan chuckled and said with a pleased expression, "For any student, if one of the four schools has an objection to a certain rule, they can propose a modification to the General Institute."

  A quarter of the students proposed a protest, and the school rules can be changed. Tai Shi Lan counted the number of people, and the children of poor families accounted for more than one-third, but the question is, do these one-third dare to stand up?

  There are people like Qiu Tang who abandon their own origins and cling to the nobility, and there are more timid people.

  Su Yu gazed longingly at the list in Tai Shi Lan's hand, and then looked yearningly towards the crowd. Tai Shi Lan, on the other hand, was not optimistic, thinking that if they really had the courage, the rules of this camp would not have lasted so long.

  She held the tray and slowly approached the crowd.

  The sons of poor families all had strange expressions - excitement, tension, worry, hesitation... Everyone was stiff and motionless.

  Tai Shi Lan slowly walked past them.

  Most people hesitated and didn't dare to receive it. They stretched out their hands, then withdrew them again. Those who didn't dare to receive it, Taishi Lan didn't even look at, directly walked past.

  She has no interest in being a leader of the underclass, nor does she have any interest in doing so. She just wants fairness, wherever it may be, and to own the freedom to choose without being inferior to others.

  A coward who doesn't even have the courage to stand up on his own, she won't help him.

  She walked around in a circle, but no one dared to take it. She slightly raised the corner of her mouth, stacked up the bill and prepared to tear it off.

  Jing Tai Lan stared blankly at her movements, suddenly pulled her collar, and Ta Shi Lan squatted down.

  "Why don't they want it?"

  "Because they didn't have the courage." Ta Shi Lan looked into the child's clear eyes.

  "You gave them..." Jing Tai's chubby fingers pointed at those people, and the ones being pointed at by this child all lowered their heads in shame.

  "A person without courage, even if given something, cannot grasp it."

  Jingtai Lan listened with a seemingly understanding yet puzzled expression. People's eyes darted away in the face of the child's clear yet uncomprehending gaze.

  Tai Shi stretched out his hand and tore off the single child.

  One hand held her down, it was Su Ya, she had taken a photo first.

  Another hand stretched out, white and slender.

  Shuǐ shé yāo xiǎo bái liǎn gōng Xiāo Dà Qiáng, ná zhe xuǎn kè dān zhuǎn shǒu jiāo gěi Xióng Xiǎo Jiā, duì tài shǐ lán xiào le xiào, "Xiǎo Jiā xiǎng dàng ge zhēnzhèng de zhànshì."

  Scar-faced Da Han Xiong Xiao Jia also drew a card and handed it to Xiao Qiang, "Qiang is suitable for learning archery."

  The two of them gazed lovingly at each other and smiled, embracing each other, saying in unison: "If you let us study, we'll study; if not, we'll just elope!"

  Qing Dynasty blue tears filled her eyes forty-five degrees angel gaze upwards.

  Tai Shi quietly smoothed out the goosebumps on his arm.

  Someone took the lead, and more and more people quietly walked out, although their expressions were different, some calm, some dodging, or hesitant, but in the end they all chose to withdraw their course selection forms under the gaze of the officials from the 25th camp.

  Tai Shi Lan found that almost all the women chose to support, in Er Wu Ying, women were the ones who really made up the numbers, with the lowest status. However, the low status did not erase the deep-seated blood nature.

  Since ancient times, many women of humble origin have been extraordinary individuals.

  A hand suddenly stretched out from the crowd, quickly snatching a course selection form, with a speed as if afraid of regretting it, and an action as if afraid of being seen.

  It's plum blossom in Shenyang.

  Fewer and fewer people came out, Tai Shi Lan counted them, over a hundred, still short of a quarter.

  She didn't have any regrets either, and tossed the remaining course selection form - those who chose to stand out, even if they weren't successful today, had already planted a seed of discontent in their hearts, which would one day sprout and bloom on the mountains and rivers of self.

  Jingtai Lan suddenly walked over.

  He picked up the course selection forms on the ground, grasped them in his hand, and swayed back and forth as he walked to those freshmen who hadn't taken their course selection forms, smiling and looking at them with a tilted head.

  Everyone thought that this doll was going to hand them a bill, and everyone's face turned pale, tense and hesitant.

  Tai Shi Lan hugged her chest and looked at her half-son, wanting to know the results of these few days' education.

  Jingtai Lan slammed his mouth shut and chose a student from a poor family who looked the strongest, handed him a course selection form, and put it on the ground in front of him.

  He subconsciously took a step back, then felt how tense he was in front of a child, swallowed his saliva, and stood still with difficulty, but his eyes were uneasy.

  Jing Tai Lan was still smiling and looking at him with her head tilted, kicking the bill in front of him, then unbuttoned his pants.

  "Whoosh."

  A drop of urine landed precisely on the bill.

  The bamboo shoots quickly became soft and rotten, dispersing in the muddy soil...

  The man's face turned pale and he stumbled backward a step, as if the urine had been suddenly poured onto his face.

  It was not just him, but all the poor students around him who didn't receive any red envelopes suddenly lost their composure.

  This is the greatest insult, more resounding than a slap in the face and more devastating to one's morale.

  Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, staring at the smiling doll, with bated breath, so quiet that a pin could be heard dropping.

  No one could have imagined that today's turbulent and stormy Er Wu Camp, the legendary figures of Southern Qi who would make their names known in the future, at the moment when each of them first showed off their talents, the most unexpected and shocking turn of events came from a two-year-old child.

  Before he could even get to the next person, Jing Tai Lan walked up and urinated again, and the remaining people's hands stretched out desperately, snatching away the orders.

  In the blink of an eye, nothing was left on the ground.

  Jingtai Blue nodded his eyes contentedly, let out a long breath, and puffed out his little belly.

  Tai Shi Lan came over at this time and helped him put on his pants, saying "Don't hold your urine next time, it's not good for your body."

  "But what if one bubble of urine is not enough?" asked Jing Tai Lan with a milky voice.

  "You can take a shit."

  "What if the stool is not enough?"

  "Spit."

  ……

  The whole audience was silent - indeed, a son must have his mother.

  It turns out that being fierce is cultivated in this way.

  Tai Shi Lan turned around, stretched out his empty hands in front of the high-level officials, stood upright, and his voice echoed throughout the hall.

  "There are currently 146 students from humble backgrounds who unanimously request a change to the college's course selection system, allowing children from humble families to study any one of the four subjects!"