Chapter 11: The First in History ()

Not long after class in the afternoon, I finally found the classroom. The entire classroom and the other two classrooms lined up, all built about half a meter high from the ground, and were supported by stones. One was to facilitate drainage, but because the floor of the building was mostly made of wood at that time, which could reduce the corrosion of water vapor on the wood. In the front of the classroom, there was a big tree. I only saw such a big tree when I was in college and I went to the Three Gorges Reservoir during the summer vacation.

I gently walked to the first classroom on my left hand, and through the window, I saw a group of students sitting below reading, shaking their heads and shaking their heads. An old master on the podium was closing his eyes and looking satisfied on his face. I watched too much of this expression on TV, and it was clearly the way I had just taken drugs.

I gently pushed open the door, and a discordant voice interrupted the students' reading sounds, and also woke the old master up. All my eyes looked at me, some of which were not very friendly.

Ignoring these surprising or unfriendly eyes, I bowed deeply to the Master and said, "Teacher, the student is over, I am willing to be punished!" I still have some experience in this situation. If you honestly ask for punishment, you will not be punished or very light in the end. If you refuse to admit your mistake, then you will be punished.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Student Deng Long, because he was not aware of the road for the first time, so he came late." At this time, I carefully saw the person in front of me: like the old master in many TV series, his hair, beard and eyebrows were all white. His face was like the dry land in Chongqing last year, with wrinkles.

As soon as I said this, the whole classroom was like putting a two-ton stone on the calm lake, causing a thousand layers of waves. The whole classroom immediately became a vegetable market.

"He is Deng Long?" There is a question.

"The one who dares to accept Chen Hao's competition?" This is admirable.

"He actually dares to insult Miss Ouyang?" This is the typical type of flower protection messenger.

...

I didn't look up, and I also knew that if my eyes could kill, so far, I had been scattered by some murderous eyes below.

"Silent!' The old master's ruler hit the table hard, "What's the etiquette in class?"

The following immediately changed from a vegetable market to a classroom.

"I think you have a first offense, so I won't pursue it this time." Then I pointed to the empty seat behind and said, "You sit down in the back!"

Thank you again, I raised my head and walked back. As for those gazes that I wished I could eat, I glared back without hesitation. Isn’t it just glaring? I don’t know. If I don’t agree, just take action! The punishment in the academy is very heavy.

I walked straight to the last row and chose a table that I liked. The four treasures of the study were all complete, and the texture was clearly top-notch. The wolf brush alone was enough for ordinary people to live a good life for a while.

When the old master started the class, I felt like I was in elementary school: the teacher above taught me a sentence, and the teacher below reads a sentence. After teaching, I had to read it again and again. Moreover, the things I read had neither the charm of poetry nor the lyricism of prose. The whole feeling was that there was a group of flies in my ears. Now I finally realized the troubles of Sun Wukong when facing Tang Monk.

I suddenly felt like I wanted to leave, but I also told myself that I couldn’t leave now, and what I could do now is to divert my attention.

While Master was not paying attention, I secretly tore two pieces of paper, kneaded them into two pieces of paper and stuffed them into my ears. The whole world suddenly became quiet. Although I did not completely isolate the sound, it had already dropped to an acceptable size. At the same time, I picked up the brush and wrote it on the paper. My handwriting was ugly, especially the brush writing, but I mean I don’t like literature. On the contrary, I like both Chinese poetry and modern poetry. Among ancient poets, the two favorite people were Li Shangyin and the Tang Dynasty’s queen lord Li Yu, one was a poet known as Li Li Du, and the other was a poet who was not like an emperor and a poet. Today, I wrote Li Yu’s poem Yu Meiren: When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much past happenings, the small building winds the east wind last night, and my homeland was unbearable to look back at the moonlight. The carved railings and jade bricks are still there, but the red faces are changed. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

The reason I wrote this poem is because I like this poem the most, and now I am very similar to Li Yu's writing this poem at that time: I left my hometown and had no one to love. I left myself and raised myself for many years, and left my parents and my friends. "It's just a red-eye change". The person I once loved deeply is no longer by my side... Looking at the words on the paper, I couldn't help but get confused. A tear fell on the paper, wetting the words on the paper, and a ball of black flowers bloomed on the paper.

"Bang!" A ruler landed on the table in front of me.

The moment the ruler landed on the table, I supported my hands on the table, then bowed my back back, exerted force at the same time, and the person immediately retreated more than one meter away. On the way out, I retracted my hands, one forward and one back, and when my feet landed on the ground, my right fist was swung straight forward, but when I saw that the person in front of me was the Master, I was shocked and immediately rushed forward, pretending that I had not stood firm, and fell forward to the ground.

The whole class burst into laughter.

When I got up, I saw the face of Master who was already angry and blue. I quickly bowed and said, "Master".

In fact, when the Master walked towards me, many people looked here that there were many people who were close to Li Yu. Unfortunately, they were literati. They just wanted to see how I was scolded by the Master and how I made a fool of myself, but forgot to observe my actions: a person who could reflect and make attacks in a short time. This agility alone should not appear in the hands of a literati who was powerless. If one of them told Li Yu, then Li Yu would not make a wrong decision and would not be so miserable.

When the old master saw my reaction, he was stunned at first, and then grabbed the things I wrote from the table. He was even more angry when he saw the font on it that looked like a heavenly book. He kneaded the paper into a ball in his hand and threw it out the window. What he didn't notice was that shortly after the piece of paper landed, a slim figure came to the landing point of the ball and picked it up.

At this time, I just looked at the Master calmly. Anyway, the storm has come, so what else do I care about?

"I ask you, what is virtue?"

"I don't know!" I answered very simply.

"What is Ren!" The old master's head began to smoke.

"I don't know!" The answer was still straightforward. Besides, pretending to understand is not my style.

"What do you know?" The old master started to get angry on his head and his face turned pale.

"I still don't know!" I thought about it and replied. Indeed, I know a lot, but if you ask me what I know specifically, if you don't ask, how do I know what you want to know from me?

"Get out!" Just like the oil tanker at the Deyang Railway Station exploded, a raging anger emerged from the old master's head.

"Then let me ask, do you want me to get out of the classroom or the academy!" I asked. Generally speaking, the teacher does not have the right to expel students.

"You...!'The old master was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Then I'll get out of the classroom!" After saying that, I bowed: "Goodbye Master!" Young people should be polite!
Chapter completed!