Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Boosting Montum
Mr. Yu looked at Yu Zeming, who seed sowhat earnest, and spoke again, “It’s easy to give coal in the snow, but hard to add flowers to brocade.”
“Dad—I don’t understand.” Yu Zeming looked at his dad with a furrowed brow and a pained expression, as his dad tossed idioms his way.
Mr. Yu initially intended to give Yu Zeming a hint, but this misunderstanding instantly turned the hint into a shoe horn.
Mr. Yu deftly took off one shoe and flung it at Yu Zeming.
“You little rabbit, I told you to study more, study more. You don’t understand even these two simple idioms?”
“Your father, the illustrious leader of the Poetry Club, and your brother, the vice president, where should we put our faces?”
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“You little bastard, I won’t kill you today!”
Although Yu Zeming was scared, he still dodged as he should.
“Dad! Image, image! Mind your image!”
“Get lost! Your father said… long ago, ‘The softest things in the world can overco the hardest.'”
Mr. Yu glanced at his reflection in the mirror opposite, stood with his hands behind his back, and after saying those words, he turned around with a righteous air.
“Principal Shu? When did you co over?”
At the entrance of the Yu Family ho stood an elderly man with a head of silver hair and dressed in a long robe, standing tall.
His refined deanor was unmistakable, even just standing there.
“Where did that co from, the ‘Before your father said’ part?” Principal Shu’s sowhat knowing words made Mr. Yu awkwardly smile, and he invited Principal Shu to sit down inside.
On the other side, Yu Zeming quietly picked up Mr. Yu’s shoe and placed it on the ground.
“Dad, it’s cool.”
After receiving an icy look from his dad, Yu Zeming greeted Principal Shu and then backed out.
Although Mr. Yu was irritated by his son’s lack of insight, he couldn’t help but remind him.
“Yu Zeming, put away all your tricks and talk sincerely.”
Standing at the doorway, Yu Zeming trusted his dad no matter what, and he respectfully bent slightly as he said, “I understand, dad.”
“Principal Shu, goodbye.”
Yu Zeming left and began to contact Fu Yunhe.
He had to not only listen to his dad’s words but to act on them.
Inside, Principal Shu also made clear his intention for visiting, which turned out to be related to Nian Shutong.
“Little Yu, that Earth Bar has posted another poem. I took a liking to it and would like you to act as a go-between, contact him for . I want to use this poem at our school.”
“Another poem?” Mr. Yu couldn’t be distracted by anything else; though occasionally hot-tempered, he had a deep-seated love for poetry.
He found the poem on Star Network’s Star Blog and finally saw it.
“Through a thousand grindings, and a hundred hard knocks, it remains as resilient as ever; let it be the winds from all directions.”
“Great, great, great! Absolutely brilliant!”
“On the surface, it’s about bamboo, but it’s actually taphorical of people, strong and unyielding, iron-boned and sonorous, fearless, generous, and free-spirited…”
Principal Shu listened silently, not urging Mr. Yu on, as he was addicted to it, just like seeing fine calligraphy.
After Mr. Yu finished his analysis, he embarrassingly apologized to Principal Shu.
“Sorry, I was srized.”
“No problem, I understand.”
Mr. Yu was naturally willing to help, and he imdiately contacted Nian Shutong’s account and even reposted the poem with his own account.
With this repost, Earth Bar’s followers began to grow.
After the discussion, everyone waited for Nian Shutong’s reply.
The wait lasted until the next day.
After a night of cultivation, Nian Shutong walked back to the small wooden house from outside and imdiately saw Fu Yunhe waiting at the door.
Nian Shutong, with the posture of a frivolous young master, spoke in a slightly frivolous tone.
“Can’t you sleep by yourself? Or do you miss too much, waiting here so early just for ?”
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