Chapter 168: Chapter 169: Arm Wrestling Competition_l
Translator: 549690339
Xu Yanru turned her gaze to the ten accompanying students, Now its your turn, Ziming, you are the oldest, you go first.
Yes.
The student who was called stood up from his chair as he spoke and bowed,
Eldest grandson of the Magistrate of Xuzhou, Wei Ziming, greetings to the Little Prince.
Ziming, didnt you hear Qingluos self-introduction just now?
Xu Yanru frowned discontentedly, You can introduce your own strengths and preferences, without unnecessary chatter.
Yes, I understand.
Wei Zimings face turned red, and after a moment of thought, he spoke, My name is Wei Ziming, I am ten years old, from Xuzhou City, my familys ancestor is the Magistrate of Xuzhou, I am best at archery and calligraphy, and have no specific preferences.
Good, sit down.
Xu Yanru nodded, Next, Li Moyun.
Yes.
The child sitting diagonally opposite Wei Ziming stood up and respectfully said, My name is Li Moyun, I am nine years old, I come from the prestigious Li Clan of Qingyang, I am best at archery and mathematics, and I like playing chess, polo, and cuju.
Good, sit down.
Xu Yanru nodded in satisfaction and called out the names one by one.
The ten accompanying students stood up one by one and introduced themselves.
Su Qingluo listened without interest, as she had already learned in great detail about the identities of the ten students from Little Kingfisher. It was tedious to hear it again with no new information.
The Little Prince listened carefully, his big watery eyes blinking, and his intelligent mind quickly working to remember their backgrounds, strengths and preferences.
Very well, all of you have finished your introductions and have some understanding of each other. Todays morning session ends here, take a
15 -minute break, then practice your archery skills at the Martial Arts Arena.
Xu Yanru was very satisfied with the performance of the ten accompanying students and happily ended the lesson early. She also deliberately gave Su Qingluo and the Little Prince time to adapt to the new group.
After class, there was a small incident when arranging the seats.
According to the original arrangement, Su Qingluo and the Little Prince were supposed to sit side by side in the two front desks in the middle row.
The Little Prince was not happy, hugging his sisters arm and refusing to let go, insisting on sharing a desk with her, no matter who tried to persuade him.
Xu Yanru witnessed the Little Princes persistence and conceded without a fight, ordering a longer double desk for the siblings to sit next to each other.
Only then was the Little Prince satisfied, happily sitting next to his sister with a contented smile.
The desk and chair were slightly higher, and his short legs could not reach the ground, so he swayed back and forth in his seat.
His cute and clumsy appearance was amusing and brought smiles to everyone present.
The archery practice gathered at the Martial Arts Arena. A quarter of an hour later, the ten accompanying students changed into riding attire and arrived at the arena escorted by attendants.
The Martial Arts Arena was buzzing with excitement, dozens of Imperial Guards gathered in the center, shouting with enthusiasm.
Wang Meng and a burly Imperial Guard were arm-wrestling, each lifting a heavy bronze tripod in turn, competing to see who could hold it longer.
The Imperial Guard was also incredibly strong, holding the bronze tripod overhead for a quarter of an hour before his cheeks turned red, straining as he threw the tripod three meters away with all his might.
Good!
The surrounding Imperial Guards waved their arms and cheered loudly.
Wang Meng rubbed his shoulders and walked to the tripod, grabbed the two bottom pillars with both hands, and with a loud shout, lifted the tripod above his head.
Good!
The Imperial Guards happily cheered him on.
Wang Meng took a deep breath, letting go of one pillar during the brief gap in his breathing, and slowly turned around while supporting the tripod with one arm.
Good, good!
The deafening cheers resounded in the Martial Arts Arena, and the excited Imperial Guards surrounding them turned red in the face, yelling at the highest decibel possible..
Chapter 168: Chapter 169: Arm Wrestling Competition_l
B0XNVEL.CMTranslator: 549690339
Xu Yanru turned her gaze to the ten accompanying students, Now its your turn, Ziming, you are the oldest, you go first.
Yes.
The student who was called stood up from his chair as he spoke and bowed,
Eldest grandson of the Magistrate of Xuzhou, Wei Ziming, greetings to the Little Prince.
Ziming, didnt you hear Qingluos self-introduction just now?
Xu Yanru frowned discontentedly, You can introduce your own strengths and preferences, without unnecessary chatter.
Yes, I understand.
Wei Zimings face turned red, and after a moment of thought, he spoke, My name is Wei Ziming, I am ten years old, from Xuzhou City, my familys ancestor is the Magistrate of Xuzhou, I am best at archery and calligraphy, and have no specific preferences.
Good, sit down.
Xu Yanru nodded, Next, Li Moyun.
Yes.
The child sitting diagonally opposite Wei Ziming stood up and respectfully said, My name is Li Moyun, I am nine years old, I come from the prestigious Li Clan of Qingyang, I am best at archery and mathematics, and I like playing chess, polo, and cuju.
Good, sit down.
Xu Yanru nodded in satisfaction and called out the names one by one.
The ten accompanying students stood up one by one and introduced themselves.
Su Qingluo listened without interest, as she had already learned in great detail about the identities of the ten students from Little Kingfisher. It was tedious to hear it again with no new information.
The Little Prince listened carefully, his big watery eyes blinking, and his intelligent mind quickly working to remember their backgrounds, strengths and preferences.
Very well, all of you have finished your introductions and have some understanding of each other. Todays morning session ends here, take a
15 -minute break, then practice your archery skills at the Martial Arts Arena.
Xu Yanru was very satisfied with the performance of the ten accompanying students and happily ended the lesson early. She also deliberately gave Su Qingluo and the Little Prince time to adapt to the new group.
After class, there was a small incident when arranging the seats.
According to the original arrangement, Su Qingluo and the Little Prince were supposed to sit side by side in the two front desks in the middle row.
The Little Prince was not happy, hugging his sisters arm and refusing to let go, insisting on sharing a desk with her, no matter who tried to persuade him.
Xu Yanru witnessed the Little Princes persistence and conceded without a fight, ordering a longer double desk for the siblings to sit next to each other.
Only then was the Little Prince satisfied, happily sitting next to his sister with a contented smile.
The desk and chair were slightly higher, and his short legs could not reach the ground, so he swayed back and forth in his seat.
His cute and clumsy appearance was amusing and brought smiles to everyone present.
The archery practice gathered at the Martial Arts Arena. A quarter of an hour later, the ten accompanying students changed into riding attire and arrived at the arena escorted by attendants.
The Martial Arts Arena was buzzing with excitement, dozens of Imperial Guards gathered in the center, shouting with enthusiasm.
Wang Meng and a burly Imperial Guard were arm-wrestling, each lifting a heavy bronze tripod in turn, competing to see who could hold it longer.
The Imperial Guard was also incredibly strong, holding the bronze tripod overhead for a quarter of an hour before his cheeks turned red, straining as he threw the tripod three meters away with all his might.
Good!
The surrounding Imperial Guards waved their arms and cheered loudly.
Wang Meng rubbed his shoulders and walked to the tripod, grabbed the two bottom pillars with both hands, and with a loud shout, lifted the tripod above his head.
Good!
The Imperial Guards happily cheered him on.
Wang Meng took a deep breath, letting go of one pillar during the brief gap in his breathing, and slowly turned around while supporting the tripod with one arm.
Good, good!
The deafening cheers resounded in the Martial Arts Arena, and the excited Imperial Guards surrounding them turned red in the face, yelling at the highest decibel possible..
