Chapter 1783 – Scholar or Marketing Account?
“Lan Cuiyu doesn’t bend: I…I always thought being a scholar was a prestigious profession, but it turns out…just reading a few books, being good at socializing, boasting, and marketing oneself allows one to claim the title of scholar…Why does this big shot’s explanation suddenly give off such a marketing account vibe?”
“Genius Guo Fengxiao: It’s not a marketing account, clearly a social butterfly.”
“Stowaway Non-Money: No, it’s definitely a social butterfly running a marketing account.”
Jiang Pengji glanced at the bullet screen, nearly unable to contain her laughter.
Indeed, the scholar circle has high-quality, cultured individuals like Feng Jue, a true talent, not to mention former Zhang Ping, who was one of those “high in reputation but not in office” types. But there are also opportunists leveraging their fame and connections as a stepping stone for advancement.
Analyzing it this way, the marketing account vibe is indeed undeniable.
Over the years, those scholars have not held back in using their prestige and connections to diss Jiang Pengji.
If it weren’t for Jiang Pengji’s abilities and Wei Ci’s impressive control over public opinion, her reputation would surely have been tarnished by these scholars.
Why do people say to not offend those cultured scholars? It’s because they’ve got the pen and can sway public opinion!
Once they set the tone, branding Jiang Pengji as a “tyrant,” who knows how many would follow suit in slandering her?
Never underestimate these scholars; when they unite to smear someone, it’s no joke.
Hearing Feng Jue bluntly diss others, she suddenly understood why she got along with Wei Ci so well in that life.
It’s simply a match made in heaven regarding temper.
If you don’t like it, fight back. If you can’t retort verbally, showing your fists is the way to go. No meal costs less than this!
The phrase “A gentleman takes revenge ten years later” is nonsense; the right path is to retaliate on the spot.
For instance, the girls from Golden Scales Academy really stood up for Jiang Pengji.
If the first group of sixteen girls had an impressive performance by luck, then the consistent perfect scores from the next three groups left the nitpickers speechless. It’s clear the girls worked hard on their horsemanship skills; anyone with eyes can see that.
And what about those who can’t see it?
They’re obviously blind.
However, nitpickers are not ones to easily admit defeat—what’s there to be proud of with the “Ming and Luan” duo’s excellent performance?
This stuff can be perfected with hard work; it hardly proves these girls are truly amazing.
Sun Lan, with keen hearing, finished the exam early and observed the people in the stands.
“What are you zoning out about?”
The third group’s Feng Yi completed the assessment, riding over.
He had a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his jade-like face was tinted with a rosy hue, making him exude an inexplicable youthful vigor on horseback.
The spring breeze rustled his wide sleeves, and his flying sash added to his charm; the boy stood out like a beacon among the crowd.
Sun Lan glanced at his buddy and chuckled, “I was just thinking about those blabbermouths—could it be they’re too thick-skinned to feel a thing?”
Feng Yi looked puzzled, dismounting gracefully, carefully tidying his appearance, and handing the reins to the approaching groom.
The groom was going to take the warhorse for the next group of students.
“What blabbermouths? You referring to them?”
Feng Yi, sharp-minded, could guess what those scholars must have said even if he hadn’t heard it firsthand.
Sun Lan sighed, “When it comes to horsemanship, the boys completely lost, yet those scholars keep finding excuses, making us seem even more incompetent.”
Desperately trying to save face can be fatal; the senior boys from Golden Scales Academy resigned to losing at riding and archery, and clueless outsiders were furiously spinning excuses for them. Sun Lan, thin-skinned, felt more and more embarrassed, wishing they’d just shut up.
Feng Yi replied, “It’s just how it is; to them, since women are considered naturally weaker than men, they shouldn’t excel in horsemanship or archery. When reality exceeds their expectations, of course, they’ll find all sorts of excuses to justify their arguments.”
Unintentionally, Feng Yi grasped the true essence of nitpickers.
Sun Lan said, “But isn’t it common knowledge about how Lan Ting encountered a celestial being who taught her?”
Everyone knows Lan Ting dreamed of meeting a celestial being in her youth, who imparted divine texts to her, teaching her how to compensate for the lack of yang energy women possess during conception. With that energy compensated, women’s physiques become akin to men’s, thus making it unreasonable to judge based on so-called common sense.
Before these scholars hastily conclude, don’t they know about the courses the girls at Golden Scales Academy have been undertaking over the years?
Regardless of gender, the morning lessons are the same. In the afternoon, boys study horsemanship and swordsmanship, while girls learn needlework, riding, and martial arts.
The martial arts skills these girls learn are on par with those of Lan Ting.
After a decade of study, if they can’t fight, then who can?
Did those boys at Golden Scales Academy not dare to provoke those girls?
Feng Yi pondered and concluded, “There will always be those who don’t believe in the unorthodox.”
Sun Lan replied, “That makes sense.”
While they chatted, Feng Yi’s results were announced—his “Ming and Luan” got only four points.
“Four points? Didn’t they say Feng Zishi’s skills were unmatched? How come his son couldn’t even get a little cover in shame?”
The scholars dissing Feng Zhen were all too proud, as Feng Zhen constantly bragged about how exceptional his son was, yet here he was with mere four points—an average score.
Feng Zhen, unaffected, felt embarrassed for the other party instead.
After all this boasting for years, it seems the bubble finally burst.
Feng Zhen remained composed, unaffected at all.
Feng Yi’s physique suited his father, and performing “Ming and Luan” drained both strength and energy. Their leader even removed the stirrups—what a difficult challenge! It required the rider to control the warhorse using core and leg strength… it was natural for Feng Yi not to score full points.
Zhang Ping, noticing his calm demeanor and that he still had the mood to encourage his son with his gaze, felt quite curious.
His son lost face for his father, yet Feng Langzi didn’t get upset?
Feng Zhen rolled his eyes, “Among the Five Arts, ‘Ming and Luan’ consumes the least energy, and the body of Reng Li inherited from me is weaker than average. If he had gone all out in the first event, he might have scored full points, but then he’d struggle with the following ‘Chasing Water Melody,’ ‘Dance of Connections,’ and ‘Chasing Birds.’ In the grand scheme of things, it would be counterproductive. Better to play it safe. With only thirty points in the Five Arts, if he performs well in the other five categories, the scores will balance out! Why worry about these two points?”
Zhang Ping sighed.
Feng Langzi may look unreliable; after all, he always shouted about practicing his trumpet with no regard for his eldest son, but he was more observant than anyone else.
On this front, he seemed to embody an exemplary father figure?
Zhang Ping would soon be a father too, and as a newcomer, a handy shortcut to accumulate experience is to study how other fathers do it.
Feng Zhen has a good son, and his educational details naturally attracted Zhang Ping’s interest.
Looking at it this way, it truly had its merits.
Zhang Ping said, “Hearing Zishi speak, it only makes those blabbering fools seem all the more laughable and lamentable.”
Feng Zhen smiled, “Of course! Otherwise, why do you think I’m favored by the lord, while they can only jump around?”
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Pure and innocent Feng Zishi: Langzi’s words are truly majestic; marketing accounts will always remain marketing accounts, never breaking into the official discourse.
