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Chapter 574 Do you want to speak for the thief?

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

The shopkeeper of the library spat: "I'm still a scholar, how dare I say such a thing!"

"I don't want to study hard, I just want to send money to establish relationships. What is the difference between buying an official and cheating!"

He grabbed the scholar by the collar, as if out of breath, and punched the scholar again.

Blood foamed from the corner of the scholar's painful mouth.

The sarcasm from the people around him turned the shame in his heart into anger.

He retorted hysterically: "Without money, I can't manage relationships, and I can't even enter the examination institute, so why talk about imperial examinations!"

At the end, he actually cried.

"Han Chuang has studied hard for so many years, but he is no match for other people's box of gold. How ridiculous, how absurd!"

The shopkeeper of the academy scolded angrily: "I caught them all, and they are still unrepentant, making excuses."

As he spoke, he raised his fist and wanted to hit the scholar again.

Suddenly, a sharp scold came from the crowd.

"stop!"

Bai Zhi'er was stunned, she turned her head to look, but Jun Kuang beside her couldn't stand it any longer.

The shopkeeper of the academy raised his head, looked at Jun Kuang, who was dressed cleanly and decently, and walked over through the crowd.

"Why, the young master wants to speak for this thief who stole things?"

Jun Kuang's eyes were very deep, and he was completely different from him who was always gentle and refined.

Bai Zhier blinked her big eyes and observed quietly.

Jun Kuang glanced at the scholar.

His voice was cold: "It's wrong for him to steal, but you've beaten him like this, and you've trampled his scholarly dignity on the ground in public."

"Everything is done in moderation, and it will be unkind to use fists and feet again, shopkeeper, let go!"

The shopkeeper of the academy hissed and said with an angry smile, "I really didn't expect that there would be people who would plead for mercy for those who stole things."

The people around also chattered and pointed at Jun Kuang's behavior.

"You can't tell right from wrong at a young age, and you're not a good person when you grow up!"

"Yeah, no matter what, stealing is wrong, and the treasurer of the academy saved the scholar!"

Hearing everyone's accusations, Jun Kuang didn't show any sign of retreat.

He took a step forward, with firm eyes and a clear tone.

"It's wrong to steal things, and it's wrong to beat people too much. If no one stops it, is it possible that the shopkeeper wants to beat people to death in order to calm the anger in your heart?"

"If a person is crippled or dead by you, can he calm down?"

Jun Kuang's words stunned the shopkeeper of the academy.

Afterwards, Jun Kuang took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and handed it over.

"He stole your book, and I paid for him. If you want to arrest him and send him to the police, I will not stop him, but if you don't want to, let him go!"

The shopkeeper of the academy narrowed his eyes, he looked at the silver ingot in Jun Kuang's hand, then lowered his head, and glanced at the scholar with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

If he goes to the government, he must be punished for the crime of beating others.

The treasurer of the academy threw away the scholar, and reached out to take the silver given by Jun Kuang.

"Fortunately, you met someone who is willing to discipline you." The shopkeeper spat at the scholar on the ground.

Afterwards, he looked at Jun Kuang, hehe said twice: "I can understand the young master's kindness, but he has a history of stealing. I hope you will not disappoint your kindness in the future!"

After speaking, the shopkeeper strode away.

The surrounding people also scattered.

Only then did Jun Kuang purse his lips, and reached out to help the scholar up.

The scholar is over twenty years old, much older than Jun Kuang, but his crying appearance is obviously not as calm as this little boy.

"Thank you, young master." The scholar wiped his tears.

(End of this chapter)