Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 688 - 628: Law is a Game for the Strong!_2

Chapter 688: Chapter 628: Law is a Game for the Strong!_2

Law Class A had all walked over.

"There are twenty-five students here who have slandered their teacher. Go and restrain them all. If anyone resists, it is a slap for them. If I break anything, I’ll pay for it, and if there’s trouble, I’ll take responsibility. But if you fail to control them, it means you haven’t completed the assignment given by the teacher, and you will be punished,"

The students knew that what their own teacher, Zhang San, said about the rules was indeed the rule.

So, they burst through the main entrance of the classroom and climbed over the classroom windows.

Originally, except for walls at the front and back, the classrooms of the Imperial College only had low railings on the sides, and the windows were really just waist-high barriers.

The crowd rushed in immediately, shouting apologies, but their actions were ruthlessly harsh.

Especially the Students from Humble Backgrounds, upon seeing a student with accessories that looked expensive, punched them to the ground without a word, then swiped the desktop clean of its contents, and finally lifted the desk and pressed it directly onto the student on the floor, sitting heavily on the desk like a pagoda suppressing a river demon.

The Great Scholar, seeing the chaos in the classroom, was completely dumbfounded.

"Audacious, Zhang San! You... you... what are you doing?"

Although the Great Scholar was filled with righteous indignation and brimming with anger, he still sat behind his desk without any intention of standing up to help his students.

Of course, being a scholar, besides talking, he had no ability to fight.

"This esteemed teacher, although I do not know your name, and I do not care, your students were disrespectful to their superiors, and this is their punishment. This is the rule of the Imperial College, I did nothing wrong, so you can’t blame me, right?"

The Great Scholar wanted to argue, but after opening his mouth, he ultimately chose to remain silent.

Slandering a teacher, naturally, is a grave crime in the Imperial College.

Even in Confucianism, it is a grave crime.

This, the Great Scholar could not refute.

"And you, as a teacher at the Imperial College, publicly insult a general who fought in the battle at Longyun Path and shed blood for the nation, saving Emperor Kaihuang at the risk of his own life! Shouldn’t you apologize?"

Upon hearing this, the Great Scholar swallowed nervously and then... choked.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... Zhang San... your words are baseless! Cough cough... The Minister of Rites Jiang Huaiyuan is still investigating your matter, so whatever you said about shedding blood for the nation does not count!"

The words of the Great Scholar completely amused Zhang San.

At this moment, teachers and many students from the three neighboring Literature classes B, C, and D also came out to watch the excitement.

After all, on the first day of school, Law Class A thrashing Literature Class A was just too explosive a matter!

Being so close, it was impossible not to watch.

Zhang San smirked and said, "I died for the sake of saving Emperor Kaihuang, and it was only by a Secret Technique that I could be revived. Yet here you slander a general who has contributed to saving the Emperor; that’s disloyalty!"

"I, Zhang San, alone ventured deep into the northern plains to dissuade Tujue’s four divisions. Not to mention saving the lives of countless civilians, but if it weren’t for me, Tujue’s five divisions would have marched south, and you think Capital Region Road would have stood a chance! Saying that I saved your life is not an exaggeration! A life-saving grace warrants calling me ’father,’ yet now you publicly disparage your own ’father,’ which is filial piety!"

"I, Zhang San, shed blood and fought for the country. In the battle of Ren City, my clever plan repelled the Tujue army, saving tens of thousands of innocent civilians used as cannon fodder by them, yet you ignored the suffering of the civilians, only to stir up trouble after the victory, which is unkindness!"

"Of course, I can still give you a chance. Given that you’re just a teacher at the Imperial College, likely a nobody in Confucianism too. Tell me who is behind you instructing you to slander me. While betraying your own people is unrighteous, at least you wouldn’t have to suffer. Speak up! Will you or will you not!"

Upon hearing Zhang San’s words, the Great Scholar trembled all over, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Although the moral standards of loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness have always been dictated by Confucianism, in all these years, Confucianism has used this to label many people, thereby often taking the moral high ground.

How could this high ground of Confucianism be captured by a follower of Legalism?

"I... I... I don’t know what you’re talking about! Until Minister of Rites Jiang Huaiyuan clarifies things, you, Zhang San, are under suspicion!"

Zhang San smirked, knowing that without any other argument, the Great Scholar would cling to the investigation by Jiang Huaiyuan about him.

Of course, they could go everywhere saying if Zhang San was not at fault, why would Emperor Kaihuang order an investigation into him.

But, not to mention that Zhang San was not afraid of being investigated, even if it truly concerned actions he had taken, the Ministry of Punishment not acting, Legalism not stepping in, even the Ministry of War staying out of it, what could a Ministry of Personnel person investigate! You can’t even enter a military camp, who would you ask? What would you ask?

Naturally, Zhang San knew that Emperor Kaihuang agreeing to the investigation was just to block the mouths of those officials at the time.

After all, Kaihuang couldn’t act like him, striking whomever he wanted.

That’s the difficulty of being an Emperor, maintaining face.

Zhang San looked at the Great Scholar, smiled slightly, and said, "Since you are unwilling to speak, I won’t press you. But these students have shown disrespect to their teacher, so I’m asking them to go into the river to sober up. You should agree to that, right?"

As he spoke, Zhang San reached out, grabbed the Great Scholar’s head, and pressed it down.

The students of Literature Class A, suppressed by Law Class A, were dumbfounded at this scene.

Is this even allowed!?

"Since the teacher of Literature Class A has agreed, come, throw these twenty-five students into the river!"

At that moment, Wen Bi asked, "Teacher, they’ll just climb up after being thrown in, what should we do? Should we tie a rock to them?"

Zhang San said coldly, "Tie a rock? They are not corpses to be sunk. They just need to stay in the water a little longer. Let’s do this, strip them of their trousers before throwing them into the river!"

"Got it!"

The students of Law Class A were more excited than the next upon hearing this order!

Splash!

Splash!

The students from Classes B, C, and D didn’t dare to interfere, and those from Law Class A, who had experienced Zhang San’s terrifying ordeal, now faced the other students without fear, stripped them of their trousers, and threw them into the river.

Some of them, feeling too humiliated, voluntarily jumped into the river to avoid being watched by onlookers.

After all, once in the river, they were only submerged up to their waists, and as long as they didn’t leap up, no one could see anything.

After all the students from Literature Class A were thrown into the river, Zhang San dragged the Great Scholar, whose face was etched with shock, to the stone bridge over the river, and made him look down.

"What a disgrace to scholarship! Truly a disgrace! You... As a teacher of the Imperial College, how could you do such a thing to your students!"

Zhang San, seeing more and more students and teachers gathering around to watch, burst into laughter.

What a disgrace to scholarship? When you slandered and maligned our generals who have bled for the country in front of your own students, did you consider what ’scholarship’ meant? When you, as a teacher, spewed nonsense, did you think about ’scholarship’? Now you speak of scholarship? Why not sooner? Has old age blurred your mind, or can’t your tongue be contained by your teeth anymore? As a Great Scholar, you opt to act shamelessly, so let me help you out."

As he spoke, Zhang San grabbed the Great Scholar’s face, forcing him to open his mouth, then reached in and slightly exerted force.

Crack!

One tooth was broken in half and left on the stone bridge.

Pop!

This time, an entire tooth was pulled out.

"Since you are here today, bear witness. This man spread rumors and insulted our frontline soldiers, and this is the price!"

Zhang San continued, pulling teeth from the Great Scholar’s mouth.

As teeth, whole or in pieces, fell onto the stone bridge, some even landing in the river.

The crowd of onlooking students and teachers, besides secretly laughing at the Great Scholar’s plight, also knew that this Zhang San was not to be messed with, absolutely not.

Extracting teeth from the Great Scholar on the first day of school!

Meanwhile, the students of Literature Class A in the water were now not only crouching down but were also bowing their heads.

They were likely unable to raise their heads for the rest of the year at the Imperial College.

Just then, a loud command came from afar.

"Stop!"