Xiao Leyao said: "Originally, there were only these two sentences. Didn't you read it somewhere before and made a mistake?"

Hear this.

Guan Ning suddenly thought of a possibility.

He quickly read the content behind it.

"What about this sentence?"

He pointed out one more sentence.

When three of us travel together, we must be my teacher.

Originally there is another sentence at the end, choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones.

But there is none above this.

"That's it."

Xiao Leyao was confused and didn't understand what Guan Ning meant?

"What about this sentence?"

"Too."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, I know these classic sentences by heart."

"I see."

Guan Ning suddenly realized.

"Understand what?"

"nothing."

Guan Ning shook his head, but he was shocked inside.

There are deficiencies in the Analects of Confucius in this world. Perhaps it was lost due to missing records, or it may be due to other reasons. It is incomplete.

Perhaps not only The Analects of Confucius, but other classic books also have this problem, which remains to be verified.

After all, this is an imaginary and chaotic era.

"What's the problem?"

Xiao Leyao asked again.

"No, keep reading."

Of course Guan Ning didn't say it out loud.

Under his conscious control, he simply selected some classic sentences and explained them. In fact, Guan Ning was quite familiar with them, but he didn't want to offend Brother Yang's kindness.

Seeing that it was getting late, Guan Ning asked him to leave, while he stayed here alone to look through it.

Pure browsing is very fast, with ten lines at a glance, and is extremely efficient. Of course, it is impossible to read them all, but it should be enough to cope with the assessment.

He should be the best example of improvising.

Then Guan Ning returned to his house and was waiting for tomorrow's assessment. He was full of confidence...

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