The morning prep bell rang, and the first class was Chinese class with Mr. Dai Yongquan, a middle-aged man who deeply loves literature.
Every ti he recites classical text, he does so with such emotion and engagent, completely imrsing himself, showcasing the beauty of classical literature to his students.
Unfortunately, most students couldn’t appreciate it; they just found it amusing.
Whenever Dai Yongquan began reciting, it beca an opportunity for everyone to daydream a bit, which is why they enjoyed listening to his recitations so much.
Xue Yuantong looked puzzled: "I feel like I’m forgetting sothing."
Jiang Ning: "Hmm?"
Bai Yuxia, upon hearing this, said, "Mr. Dai ntioned last week that he would randomly check us on the text this class."
Xue Yuantong finally rembered: "Is it the ’Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng’?"
"Yeah, have you morized it?" Bai Yuxia asked. She had struggled through a whole day at ho over the weekend and finally learned it well. She felt confident to respond if the Chinese teacher called on her.
Xue Yuantong hurriedly flipped open the textbook: "I’ll start morizing it now; I think there’s still ti!"
Chai Wei, who sat in the front row, laughed directly after hearing this, with a look of disdain: "You underestimate this classical text; it’s generally considered quite difficult to morize due to its disorganized structure."
He acknowledged that Xue Yuantong had impressive grades, but to morize this text? It would take at least an entire morning study session.
As he spoke, Xue Yuantong was muttering: "Yuzhang ancient county, Hongdu new mansion, Star Wings, bordering Henglu..."
Chai Wei was unimpressed, finally having a chance to strike at the grade’s top student to highlight his own keen insight, "Forget it; it’s too late."
Soon, the class bell rang.
Dai Yongquan appeared at the classroom door and then stood on the podium, saying the first sentence: "Class, last week I assigned a text, and we will check a few students at random."
Upon hearing this, many students who were well-prepared lifted their heads with enthusiasm, showing the sa kind of eager expression.
But those who weren’t prepared had various reactions, like Yu Wen, who lowered her head to the textbook to reinforce her mory.
Cui Yu and ng Gui began praying, hoping they wouldn’t be called.
Duan Shigang, on the other hand, had a whatever attitude and continued playing on his phone.
In the "Demon Cave," Liu Chuandao was visibly agitated, ’Pick , pick , take away!’
Even more impressive was Ma Shicheng, who deliberately puffed his chest just like those who knew the text well.
And of course, the most audacious of all was Guo Kunnan, who was sitting in his seat, staring at Xin Youling’s ponytail, listening to her softly mumble the text as if whispering in his ear.
Xin Youling wasn’t looking at Guo Kunnan; she was looking at the Chinese teacher, Dai Yongquan.
Dai Yongquan wasn’t looking at Xin Youling either; he was looking at the dazed Guo Kunnan.
Dai Yongquan: "Next, let’s have..."
The tension in the class heightened further.
"Guo Kunnan!" As his na was called, the classroom atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
Cui Yu: "Ti to pop the champagne; Brother Nan is dood."
After being nad, Guo Kunnan remained silent for a few seconds and then continued to stay silent.
Dai Yongquan’s face tightened; a student who doesn’t love literature is guilty of countless sins in his eyes.
"Xin Youling, you recite the ’Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng.’" Dai Yongquan called out.
Upon hearing this na, Guo Kunnan’s inner "Dao Heart Grinding Plate" was suddenly tightly twisted, unable to turn, making the whole world tilt for her.
"Yuzhang ancient county... clouds disperse and rain clears, the colorful sky is vivid. Sunset and lone birds fly together, fly, fly..."
At this point, Xin Youling suddenly stuck, unable to recall the next words.
At this mont, her deskmate Qiang Li quietly reminded her, "Autumn waters and long skies..."
Xin Youling quickly continued, "Autumn waters and long skies in one quality. Fishing boats sing in the evening..."
Guo Kunnan watched with jealousy!
He had reacted a mont too late and hadn’t managed to help the one he adored; how unacceptable! Absolutely not!
Guo Kunnan glared at Qiang Li, facing this competitor!
Guo Kunnan retracted his gaze, opened his textbook, and listened word by word to Xin Youling’s recitation, casting a spell and cursing:
"Heavenly spirits and earth spirits, urgently fulfill this decree, quickly reveal to cut demons and exorcise evils, pause!"
Originally, after struggling once, Xin Youling could continue, but due to Guo Kunnan’s muttering behind her, it disrupted her thoughts, causing her to be stuck again.
Seeing her pause again, Guo Kunnan imdiately reminded her, "In poverty and adversity, one’s resolve should strengthen, maintaining aspiration to reach the azure sky."
Xin Youling could smoothly continue again, and Guo Kunnan began chanting again, "Heavenly spirits and earth spirits, urgently fulfill this decree..."
Xin Youling got so bothered by him that she forgot her words again, pausing once more.
Guo Kunnan reminded her again, "Lack of fa, just a humble scholar."
Xin Youling carried on to the end, finally completing the whole ’Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng’ with so effort.
After Xin Youling sat down, Guo Kunnan smugly wrote a small note to claim credit:
"Nan, mission accomplished."
To the south of the classroom, Chai Wei noticed Xue Yuantong had stopped morizing the text, cheerfully asking, "Giving up?"
Xue Yuantong didn’t respond; aside from Jiang Ning, she rarely spoke to boys.
Dai Yongquan continued the check: "Zhang Chi."
Zhang Chi: "I can’t do it."
"Duan Shigang."
"I can’t either."
Dai Yongquan took a deep breath, maintaining his composure, he pointed at Xue Yuantong with a slightly trembling finger:
"You recite it for them to hear."
Chai Wei imdiately displayed a gloating expression, being well aware that Xue Yuantong just started morizing.
However, Xue Yuantong closed the textbook, stood up, and recited it fluently without any errors, much better than Xin Youling.
Chai Wei was dumbfounded and even bewildered; she morized it in a few minutes?
...
During the break.
Chen Siyu patted her chest, relieved: "Luckily I wasn’t called; otherwise, I’d have been punished to copy it."
Dai Yongquan is a traditional teacher; unlike most high school teachers who have abandoned punishnt, he still adheres to it. Today, all students who couldn’t recite the ’Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng’ in class were punished to copy it five tis.
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