ps: The next chapter is after twelve o'clock noon

This person suddenly ignited the teachers and students who were lucky, so everyone expressed their desire to start over and the time had to be extended.

A hint of relief appeared on Hong Bingzheng's face, and Chen Mao also wiped his sweat secretly.

"I don't have the time to talk nonsense with you!"

Fang Xing stretched and pointed directly at the question that Hong Bingzheng did not answer and said, "You don't even know this question. Do students from the Imperial College dare to say that they are well-read?"

When everyone heard this, they asked people with good eyesight, but in the end they still found nothing.

"Is this a question raised by someone?"

Fang Xing smiled and walked over to the blackboard to start answering.

Gradually, some of the doubters exclaimed: "Isn't this Liu Hui's round-cutting technique?"

"Who is Liu Hui?"

Someone asked.

In an almost neat voice, he said, "Liu Hui is the author of Jiuzhang Arithmetic Notes!"

When it comes to Nine Chapters of Arithmetic Notes, even students who are not interested in arithmetic know it, so...

"alright!"

Fang Xing threw the chalk and turned around and said, "Liu Hui's round-cutting technique has a great effect in actual use. If you learn it, you will not benefit from it from now on."

After saying that, Fang Xing went to find the guy who said he was young and Hong Bing was old, so he wanted to compete again.

"Where are people?"

The man has disappeared.

However, there are faults and debts, as long as Hong Bingzheng doesn't leave.

"Mr. Hong, you claim to be a master of mathematics. Do you dare to ask if you have any research on Liu Hui's round-cutting technique? Do you have to think about this kind of problem again and again?"

Hong Bingzheng's face was so bleak that he didn't say anything, but everyone knew the truth.

It's like a Confucian expert. When he reaches Hong Bingzheng's age, if someone asks him what kind of university, moderate one, he can guarantee that he can respond quickly.

This is not a matter of age, but an advantage of knowledge accumulation.

At this time, Fang Xing no longer covered up, but firepower was fully activated.

"Some time ago, I met Qiuju who stole my exercises, and was at the foot of Jubao Mountain. But it was very strange. In such a place where powerful people gathered, there were actually human traffickers who wanted to abuse a woman, and they were not afraid of being discovered."

Seeing Hong Bingzheng closing his eyes, Fang Xing continued, "I thought it was strange at that time. But with my kindness, I saved her and took her in. But what was it in the end? The woman and the thief worked together inside and outside and stole the exercises she thought were precious."

A large drop of sweat dripped from Hong Bingzheng's jaw. He listened to Fang Xing's words and felt that this was the death bell, the death bell that sounded for himself.

"Mr. Hong probably got my exercises, and then studied them for a while, thinking that I was just like that, so he turned around and said that I stole his secrets."

"Secret Book! I thought it was something that could make people cultivate to become immortals, but I didn't expect..."

Seeing that even Chen Mao was sweating profusely, Fang Xing knocked down the last nail.

"Do you know why I dare to conclude that you stole my exercises?"

Fang Xing pointed to the fifth of the ten questions that Hong Bingzheng had asked and said, "I stated that this question was unanswered in the exercise book at that time, so Mr. Hong probably thought that he could stump me with this, right?"

"But you didn't expect that I just thought that this question was too difficult for my students, so I didn't ask for answers. Mr. Hong, give me a look at the question, are you sure that you are not here to visit this trip?"

Fang Xing turned his book to that page with disdain and handed it to the people around him to read.

"It's true! I just changed my name."

"Tsk tsk! It's really not easy to be a student of Mr. Fang! You can see these questions, it's really a headache to see!"

Liu Pu almost burst into tears, and he really wanted to shout, "Brother, you are really my brother's confidant!".

"puff!"

Just when everyone was shocked by the sudden reversal of this matter, Chen Mao opened his mouth and vomited an old blood, and the man fell to the ground.

"Mr. Xueqin!"

Everyone was shocked, but someone was moving faster, that was Hong Bingzheng.

I saw this guy's head tilted and then he lay on the stone table.

"hehe!"

Fang Xing is not a farmer, so he will not sympathize with his opponent. He ignored Chen Mao who fell to the ground and was unconscious and said to Hong Bingzheng, who was also "disillusioned": "Mr. Hong, please stop pretending? You are in trouble!"

Fang Xing saw the servants go to clean up the blackboard, so he pretended to be idle talk and sat at the stone table and said, "You are suspected of stealing my exercises and slandering my reputation. And some of the knowledge in my exercises can be used in the army. So Mr. Hong, I would like to advise you to take good care of yourself. I believe that in prison, with your delicate skin and tender flesh, you will definitely be favored by those hard-working men!"

"Fang Xing won?"

"Fang Xing won!"

"How is it possible! My money!"

There was already a lot of ghosts and howling outside the Imperial College. Those who bet on Hong Bingzheng were furious and were waiting outside, preparing to deal with the "big scholar" after Hong Bingzheng came out.

At this time, several men wearing Jinyiwei's clothes came over from outside, and everyone was silent for it when they saw it.

Jia Quan had been waiting outside for a long time. He was ready to respond to Fang Xing at any time, whether it was victory or failure.

At this time, Jia Quan would not let him go easily when he learned that Hong Bingzheng had lost and was suspected of stealing Fang Xing's exercises and slander.

"You are Hong Bingzheng?"

Hong Bingzheng finally 'awakened'. When he saw Jia Quan wearing Jinyiwei's clothes, he said in horror: "What are you going to do? We are just defying!"

Jia Quan said coldly: "Why don't you say it when you steal Mr. Fang's things is a difficult debate? Why don't you say it when you slander His Highness the Grand His Majesty! Let's go!"

When the old man took over the principal and profit from the people in Shuntonglou, there were a few dangerous sights in the middle of the crowd.

"You guys, let's all disperse!"

After Zhu Di learned the result, he said with some excitement.

Fang Xing won, and he won beautifully, but Zhu Di couldn't be happy no matter how he was.

The happiest person was Zhu Zhanji. He sneaked away from the back door despite Wanwan's request to go out together.

Fang Xing led the people out with the silent attention of the Imperial College.

"Young Master."

Seeing Fang Xing come out, Jay Fang bowed to the strong man and thanked him: "Big brother, thank you. When I look back, my young master will greet Jia Baihu."

The strong man was arranged by Jia Quan to protect Jielun Fang, who made a big bet.

"Is he Fang Xing?"

"So young!"

After Fang Xing came out, he said goodbye to Jia Quan, then got on the carriage, and headed towards Fangjiazhuang under the protection of his servants.

In the crowd, several big men stared at the carriage and said, "Brother, do you want to follow me?"

"Mad! That's one thousand taels!"

"That's a big deal! Don't you know that the servants of Fangjiazhuang are coaches in Jubaoshan Qianhu Station? We are not enough for the horse team to rush over!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!