It was Zhang Shou who wanted to leave the Imperial College on his own initiative. We didn't force him to stop recruiting students the next year!
Zhou Jijiu and Luo Siye were furious about the rumors that suddenly spread in the Imperial College, so they immediately came out to make a statement. However, the academic officials in the Doctoral Hall were willing to believe them. After all, Zhang Shou had risen to prominence, and his rank was much higher than theirs, so no one was convinced. But they did not expect that the students in the other six halls would react extremely strongly.
As for the Jiuzhang Hall, which was completely different from the other six halls in terms of curriculum, teachers and students, the rest of the students were already repulsed by it. Therefore, when the news spread to the other six halls of the Imperial College, before Zhang Shou's class was over, the noise from outside completely disrupted the originally stable classroom order in Jiuzhang Hall.
"Jiuzhangtang get out of the Imperial College!"
"The Imperial College does not require mathematics!"
Zhang Shou's class was difficult to begin with - to use a popular phrase from later generations, cubic equations were completely beyond the syllabus - he didn't expect everyone to understand it, but today two classes of students were in the same class, so he brought up this topic on a whim. At this moment, hearing the voice from outside, he couldn't help but frown as his smooth thinking was interrupted.
The one who reacted faster and more fiercely than him was Lu Sanlang. The fat boy was never easy to mess with, and the fat boy who had already been crowned and given a given name, and thought that he had entered the ranks of court officials and was not on the same level as these ordinary students, was even harder to mess with. He pushed the table and stood up, rushed to the door with a round and chubby step, and shouted loudly.
"You are shouting in class and disrupting order. Do you want to skin the supervisors like you?"
His full-throated roar actually suppressed dozens of people outside in an instant. After the roar, the little fat man rebuked him mercilessly: "The Jiuzhang Hall was established by the emperor in accordance with the will of the Taizu emperor. You are ignorant and do not know mathematics, but you are still making trouble here. Do you take the Taizu emperor and the emperor seriously?"
This big hat was heavily put on them, and the timid ones among the troublemakers unconsciously retreated a few steps. However, the real troublemakers were aroused by the fat man's scolding words to rebel.
"Lu Sanpang, you are just relying on the emperor's praise to act like a tyrant! Jiuzhangtang was established by Emperor Taizu, but it has been closed for so many years. Does that mean that all the emperors and ministers of the Ming Dynasty were wrong? Besides, wasn't it your teacher who said that he wanted to move Jiuzhangtang out of the Imperial College? Since you want to move it, don't dawdle and get out of here!"
Although the little fat guy didn't care about his nickname - he thought his full name, Lu Zhu, was more unpleasant - it depended on who called him. Whether it was Zhu Ying who often mentioned it as a joke, or Zhang Chen and other "enemies" who used it to attack him, he could tolerate it, but it didn't mean that someone who was not familiar with him could say it with disgust.
So, the little fat man narrowed his eyes for a moment. If someone was familiar with him, they would immediately know that this former third son of the Shangshu Mansion, who always liked to talk to people with a smile and always imitated Zhang Shou's gentle and elegant style, and now the head of Jiuzhang Hall, was already furious.