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If it weren't for the addition of new sports equipment, playgrounds, etc., this is the mansion of the Qin nobles.

The environment here is also better than that of Heming Academy, at least not that crowded.

Even if the entire Daqin Royal Academy has been expanded, there are only a few hundred people.

However, there are nearly 4,000 people in Heming Academy now.

Of course, there is no way to do this. Heming Academy was almost paying for it himself before, and now he has finally managed to make a balance between income and expenditure.

As for the balanced money, most of it comes from the Royal Academy of the Qin Dynasty.

After all, my father is now a ruthless character who dares to collect thousands of taels of gold as a student.

Moreover, all the money was given by the nobles, and he was not as cruel as his father.

Just as Zhao Lang was thinking about his thoughts while walking, a Cuju ball slowly rolled to his feet.

Zhao Lang's eyes lit up. It seemed that the Royal Academy had also introduced the sport of Cuju. Just when he wanted to play, a shout came from the side.

"Hey, boy over there, send the ball to the boys."

Zhao Lang turned his head and saw a group of noble children shouting at him on the court, and there was a familiar figure among them.

Hearing the shouts, Zhao Lang smiled and returned calmly.

"Why don't you come here to get it yourself?"

If this group of people were more polite, Zhao Lang wouldn't mind kicking them.

He is just a soft but not hard.

Hearing this, the nobles came over excitedly, and the leader looked at Zhao Lang and said with a bit of arrogance.

"I haven't seen you in the academy. It seems that I have recently handed in the money."

"Dare you so arrogant, what is your father's title?"

"Hmph, I think it's probably not even one."

After this man said this, the nobles behind him also burst into laughter.

They were all the second group of people who entered the Royal Academy, and their ranks were above level 15.

So they will bully these newcomers, and then form cliques.

There was only one person standing in the middle, showing a terrified expression, but Zhao Lang stopped him with a look of his eyes.

Zhao Lang then said,

"I'm not a Chinese-Address in my family. But what does it have to do with the college being a place for teaching and educating people? "

The nobles led by the leader showed a sneer, said,

"Are you stupid to study? My military achievements in the Qin Dynasty are the most important. My fathers in our family have made great contributions, so they have higher titles and smaller contributions. Naturally, they have to listen to us."

Listening to the other party's persuasion, Zhao Lang couldn't help but be angry and laughed, saying,

"According to your words, can I bully you as long as my family has a higher title than you?"

The nobles in the head raised their heads and said,

"What's wrong? The highest status in the academy is not me, but the royal family."

"Look at this one is a member of the royal family, Ying Ziying."

The nobles introduced the people next to him with some pride, but did not notice that Yin Ziying had already turned pale and continued to say,

"So as long as your title is higher than me, and I can let you bully it, what can I do?"

"But do you have one?"

Listening to the other party's aggressive words, the slave beside him could hardly help it.

He hoped that the master would immediately reveal his identity and slapped the other person in the face.

But I didn't expect that Zhao Lang was silent when he heard this. He said it after a while.

"You said it's my fault."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Seeing that the other party admitted his conscience, how could the nobles give up easily? He was about to speak out and called him to stop him, but was caught by Ziying next to him and said with a little trembling,

"For our previous friendship, I will only give you one suggestion and send someone to invite your father immediately!"

Then he hurriedly left the place, leaving only the children of nobles with inexplicable expressions.

This is Zhao Lang walking on the college road with a gloomy face and said to the slave beside him.

"Gather all the students! Let's see if there are any farm work in Zhuangzi around Xianyang that has not been completed!"

These bastards just need to be cleaned up!
Chapter completed!