Inheritance of Two Trillion

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: The Death of the Well-Versed Pervert_1

Lu Wenqian was completely focused, writing on the small blackboard.

Her handwriting was beautiful, just like Lu Qingfeng’s, clearly practiced.

”Regretting meeting so late, resenting the swift departure. The willow threads are long, hard to tie the jade horse, hating not to hang the oblique sunlight in the sparse forest. The horse saunters on, the carriage follows swiftly, yet they announce the retreat from Acacia Bird, parting ways too soon with the unfinished riddle...”

Initially, she had written quickly, but after a few lines, she slowed down.

It was understandable.

Yuan operas, unlike poetry and couplets, leaned more towards colloquial language and were tougher to memorize. Lu Wenqian was careful, not daring to make a mistake. If she, the examiner who posed the question, erred, it would be quite the joke.

”The ’cong’ in ’jade horse’ is wrong, it shouldn’t contain a cross.”

Fortunately, someone beside her gave a reminder.

Lu Wenqian looked back and saw the mistake. She quickly erased it, and couldn’t resist uttering a cute thank you.

After saying it, she realized something was amiss.

Who reminded her?

Turning around, Lu Wenqian saw Bai Xiaosheng smiling at the blackboard.

”Not bad, the writing is pretty.”

”What are you doing up here? I haven’t said to start continuing the writing yet,” Lu Wenqian couldn’t help but exclaim.

This girl was just like Shi Xiangyun from the Dream of the Red Chamber—forthright, lively, talented, and unmatched in her cuteness.

Zheng Pangzi sat there, his elbow on the stone table, palm supporting his face, the more he watched his goddess, the more godlike she became to him.

”I saw you were writing too slowly, looked too tired, so I thought I’d write for you,” Bai Xiaosheng teased, too, as he took the chalk and began scribbling away with remarkable speed.

His handwriting, once mocked by Wei Xuelian for being ugly, did not affect Lu Wenqian’s amazement in the slightest.

Bai Xiaosheng continued from where she left off, without a single mistake:

”Hearing a farewell ’leave also,’ the golden pins are loosened; gazing upon the ten-mile-long pavilion, thinning the jade complexion; who knows this sorrow?”

”Yuan opera, The Romance of the Western Chamber—Sending Off at the Long Pavilion, such a classic and well-known piece. Little Sister Lu, you’ve truly assisted me. Thanks for giving me the win on this round,” Bai Xiaosheng teased.

As if I wanted to let you win!

Lu Wenqian had that written all over her face.

Watching Bai Xiaosheng tease the girl, Wei Xuelian couldn’t help but chuckle with mirth.

”How do you know I wanted you to continue writing downwards? Maybe, I wanted you... to write upwards,” Lu Wenqian said with a cunning glint in her big eyes.

It was a quick-witted response.

Bai Xiaosheng laughed.

”Azure Cloud Sky, Yellow Flower Land, the west wind tightens. The geese fly south from the north. In the morning, who has intoxicated the frosted forest? It’s always the tears of the parted,” Bai Xiaosheng recited leisurely.

Red Lotus followed him in sync.

Even if Red Lotus hadn’t recited along, that passage was so widely known that Bai Xiaosheng remembered it very clearly.

”Whether you want to listen to the part before or after, or else, shall I recite the entire thing for you? How about that?” Bai Xiaosheng said with a grin, ”If you need a translation, that’s no issue either, as long as you have an answer for comparison.”

With Red Lotus’s cooperation, he could recite it backward if need be.

Lu Wenqian was flabbergasted.

Not just her, everyone else was speechless with astonishment.

Were all scholars this monstrous these days?

My silly girl, are you helping your brother or setting him up by choosing a Yuan opera!

Lu Yun couldn’t help but shoot Lu Wenqian a look—he didn’t know that just a few days ago, she had discussed these things with Lu Qingfeng, which should have given her an edge...

Lu Wenqian’s face fell in dismay.

Lu Qingfeng managed a bitter smile.

His little sister had let him down, only to let a big ”white” shark in instead, someone who could recite and translate the entire piece.

He couldn’t win at all!

Rather than that, he might as well show some grace in front of Xuelian.

”This round, I concede,” Lu Qingfeng admitted.

Then, he picked up his glass of draft beer and downed it in a single gulp.

The homemade beer at home luckily still tasted pretty good.

The servant by the side, quite ”observant,” promptly refilled Lu Qingfeng’s cup.

But this second cup didn’t taste as nice; after all, it was two pints of beer, chugging it down one after the other, it was equivalent to about four small bottles of mineral water...

Halfway through the second cup, Lu Qingfeng couldn’t help but stop and catch her breath.

Her stomach felt a bit bloated.

”Why don’t you take a break? It’s also fine to spill it, or you could put the cup aside to raise fish,” Bai Xiaosheng suggested very kindly, fanning the flames.

This kid was too malicious, knowing full well that Qingfeng had a straightforward temper and still baiting her!

Lu Yun couldn’t help but sigh to himself.

Lu Wenqian gave Bai Xiaosheng a cold look.

Zhengdong Province watched Lu Qingfeng, holding back his laughter.

Wei Xuelian bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, also trying not to laugh.

Sensing everyone’s expressions, Lu Qingfeng gritted her teeth and poured the second half of the cup, about a bottle’s worth of beer, straight down her throat.

With the last big gulp, she stared with her eyes wide open, puffing her cheeks for a good while before she could swallow it down.

Bai Xiaosheng was so happy that he laughed out loud.

I’ll show you who’s trying to outsmart me; I’ll make him drink to his heart’s content!

”Come on, the next round, don’t even think you can win!” Lu Qingfeng slammed down her cup and declared.

”That will depend on the question Lu sets, whether it’ll be as simple as Wenqian’s or not,” Bai Xiaosheng picked up the chalk eraser, wiped off Lu Wenqian’s writing, then leisurely began writing a series of letters and numbers with the chalk.

”Or perhaps, as easy as Xuelian’s.”

As Bai Xiaosheng wrote, an incredulous look flashed through Lu Qingfeng’s eyes!

In one breath, Bai Xiaosheng solved the problem Wei Xuelian had presented, this time with a cleaner and more efficient method!

Initially smiling, Wei Xuelian gradually, too, wore a face of surprise.

The method Bai Xiaosheng used this time was completely different from the past, another new approach!

Lu Qingfeng looked at Bai Xiaosheng with utter amazement.

It turned out that in the first competition, Bai Xiaosheng hadn’t even thought about competing!

He, Lu Qingfeng, a proud masters graduate in STEM, had actually been given a concession in mathematical problems by a liberal arts student!

This deathly unpredictable scholar in both arts and sciences!

Although Lu Yun, Lu Wenqian, and Zhengdong Province did not understand Bai Xiaosheng’s method, they could tell by the expressions of Lu Qingfeng and Wei Xuelian that it was astonishing and were equally shocked.

Bai Xiaosheng put down the chalk and leisurely walked back to his seat.

”Next up, it’s Lu’s turn to present the problem, don’t make it too simple.” Bai Xiaosheng yawned a long, seemingly bored yawn, ”Ideally, leave us some time to think.”

Lu Yun’s gaze shimmered as he slowly stood up and made his way to the small blackboard.

Bai Xiaosheng looked on lazily, yet there was a clear trace of earnestness in his eyes.

Just now, his deliberate show of skill wasn’t only to show off.

He knew that the question Lu Yun would set would definitely be tough, one that couldn’t be found online with ready answers, and surely it would be advantageous for Lu Qingfeng.

Even with Red Lotus’s searching ability, Bai Xiaosheng might not have an upper hand.

So, with that in mind, he’d do the opposite, displaying his peerless strength.

Let Lu Yun make the questions harder.

As long as it was difficult enough, providing both of them time to think, Bai Xiaosheng believed that with Red Lotus’s help,

He could win this round!

Lu Yun pinched the chalk between his fingers, pondering in front of the small blackboard.

The question he originally wanted to set was discarded, as he began to rethink.

Why not use a real test to evaluate the abilities of the two young people?

Lu Yun suddenly found his interest piqued, setting aside his thoughts of going easy.

”Got it!”

His eyes brightening, Lu Yun started to write furiously on the blackboard.