Qin Heng was perplexed: "I've recited all the books I was supposed to today, even Si Yuan said I've been doing exceptionally well lately."
Before he could finish his sentence, Qin Jijiu interrupted: "Don't think you've achieved something just because you composed a doggerel in the competition. Si Yuan praised your quick wit and mentioned that you've made some progress by compiling poetry collections with the Doctor recently, but what is that? Just a tiny bit of progress, and you're already showing off? Are you trying to get yourself bitten by speaking so boldly?"
Qin Heng retorted: "Brother Xu invited me to play ball together. I played for a while today, and I'll have to go back to studying tomorrow. Is that such a big deal? Even Brother-in-law said that Brother Xu is well-informed, humorous, and can gain appreciation from the nobles, even though he hasn't read much but plays ball very well."
"Listen to him!"
Qin Jijiu's finger trembled slightly as he pointed at Qin Heng.
