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The new instructor is actually a monk... Even though everyone present has an extraordinary family background, not everyone is as rich as the prince and can command the magic monks at will.

Especially Qi Ping, who was young and had a friendly attitude, the several companions could not help but become bolder and showed extremely curious expressions.

"Well, I really paid attention. I know that no one listens to things like teaching in class, but as long as you talk nonsense, the students are more energetic than the other..."

Qi Ping thought.

When I saw the reaction of the handsome prince, my heart moved, and I felt that the young lady's reaction was different from the others.

"So magical?"

The companion readers were surprised. They didn't know much about the spells, but what Qi Ping said was obviously more interesting than the five elements spells such as fire and frost.

Qi Ping nodded and said seriously:

"Not only that, the most powerful thing about my technique is that ordinary people can also master it."

Is it a technique that ordinary people can learn?

At this time, a group of ten-year-old children could not sit still and expressed doubts. This was too challenging to common sense.

Even the prince looked over in surprise.

Outside the window, Song Jiuling's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, feeling that this was all nonsense.

When I teach the prince, I just teach poetry and arithmetic honestly. If I speak poorly, it is just a lack of ability. But what is the relationship between what I am talking about now and arithmetic?

At this time, the other great Confucian scholars, as well as some good people, also came over and stood silently outside the school.

Hearing these words, he looked surprised.

I don’t know why a good class started talking about spiritual practice.

The five great scholars were shocked and excited. They looked at each other and said that it was true.

So what if you have the ability, but in the first class you fell into disrepute in the eyes of the Grand Master. I will ask the Grand Master to come forward and ask His Majesty to transfer this person. In the end, they will win.

…

Inside the hall.

Qi Ping noticed more and more people gathering outside, but did not look at it. He just pretended that these peeping toms did not exist. He sat cross-legged in front and took in the expressions of each student:

"What, you don't believe it?"

A more courageous companion took courage and said:

"Father said that many monks are unable to learn magic, let alone mortals."

The others nodded, feeling that Xinjiaodu was deceiving them.

Qi Ping smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, I'll show you a trick."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the bamboo table next to him, and used a pointer to cut the white paper into nine pieces of paper the size of playing cards.

Draw a different pattern on each one.

During the whole process, all the students stared intently, not understanding what was going on, wondering if this was writing talismans? But it didn't look like... it seemed like it was really just a few ghostly talismans.

"Okay," Qi Ping put down his pen, dried the nine "cards", stacked them together, and handed them to the gentle prince:

"Your Highness, please put these papers out of order."

After Qi Ping finished speaking, he turned around and turned his back to everyone.

The prince, who was wearing a golden python robe, had a round face and bright eyes, thought about it and carefully dismissed it.

Qi Ping continued: "Pick one out at random, write down the pattern, and then put it back."

The prince glanced at his back, took out a picture with plum blossoms, and put it back under the curious gazes of his companions:

"alright."

Qi Ping turned around, took back the cards with a smile, divided them into three groups, and asked which group they were in. After getting the answer, he put them in the middle, divided them into three groups again, and repeated the question.

During the whole process, he could only see the back of the card.

In the eyes of Song Jiuling, this set of inexplicable operations felt more and more like nonsense, and he even had the urge to go in and scold him.

But endured it.

"I want to see what you are doing." Song Jiuling thought.

The rest of the people also looked at each other with different expressions, confused, thinking, is this lecturer playing some kind of game to get closer to the prince?

Well, that seems to be the most likely answer.

But if you let the prince play with your ambitions, your majesty will definitely be angry when he finds out. The corners of the mouths of several scholars raised their eyebrows, feeling that they had seen through Qi Ping's thoughts.

"Oh, if you expect to use such means to make friends with the prince, you have made a wrong calculation. How can your majesty tolerate you? What's more, the grand master is still here."

As several people thought about it, the gloom in their hearts was swept away.

But the students in the hall didn't have so many thoughts, they just stared intently.

At this time, Qi Ping completed a new round of questioning, placed the nine "cards" on the case, and began to move them away one by one. When he held down the fifth card, the corners of his mouth raised:

"Is this the one your Highness wrote down?"

While speaking, turn the cards over.

On the white paper, a dark plum blossom is in bud.

A group of fellow readers exclaimed:

"Ah! You guessed it right!"

"It's really a plum blossom!"

"Sir, can you really see it?"

They were very sure that Qi Ping didn't look at the cards during the whole process, let alone knew which card the prince had chosen, but he found it accurately.

For a moment, the way he looked at Qi Ping was wrong, and he thought, could this gentleman really use some magic?

Did they see the back of the note without them realizing it?

Qi Ping smiled mysteriously, thinking to himself that they are really a bunch of cuties who have never seen the world, and they were able to scare you all with a card trick.

So fun.

He looked at the prince again, and saw that the young prince was looking blankly at the plum blossom, seemingly lost in thought. He suddenly raised his head and said seriously:

"This isn't a magic trick, is it?"

It's not a magic technique? How is it possible?

At this time, the other companions didn't believe it. How could such incredible abilities be achieved without the use of magic?

Little Shota is still smart... Qi Ping nodded with a smile and said seriously:

"This is indeed not a magic spell, but... the power of arithmetic."

Arithmetic!

The fellow readers were startled.

Qi Ping explained:

"In this world, not only extraordinary power can reveal mysteries, but knowledge can also do it. I didn't use any magic just now, I just used some arithmetic knowledge, and I was able to do seemingly unbelievable things.

And arithmetic can be mastered by everyone, so... do you want to learn it?"

After he finished speaking, a companion read loudly:

"think!"

Qi Ping shook his head. Several students were stunned, but saw the corner of his mouth raised: "If you want to learn something, you must respect the teacher and call him sir."

The accompanying reader raised his hands and said loudly:

"Sir, teach me!"

Then, everyone else’s eyes were shining brightly and they were impatient:

"Sir, teach me!"

Even the prince with a gentle temperament looked at him with bright eyes:

"Sir, please teach me."

Qi Ping smiled: "Okay, then our arithmetic class will start with 'permutations and combinations'."

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Outside the window.

The autumn wind blows, and the gorgeous chrysanthemums at the end of the corridor sway.

Song Jiuling looked at the school in astonishment, at the prince and fellow readers who were eager for knowledge and excited to listen to the lectures, with gleams piercing his old eyes.

"That's it! That's it! Integrating arithmetic into magic, arousing students' interest, and thus imparting knowledge... It can still be like this, it can still be like this!"

At this moment, Taishan Beidou, who is nearly 70 years old and has many peaches and plums all over the world, is full of admiration in his heart. How can he be a little bit angry?

It was only then that I realized that Qi Ping's previous hesitation was probably because he was thinking about this method.

Education in this world still adheres to the principle that strict teachers produce good students. If students don't listen to the lectures, they will be punished with a blackboard and corporal punishment.
To be continued...