All the children in the kindergarten were asleep, except for a nurse sister who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old and a twelve-year-old girl named Gongsun Yun.

Sima Yi thought that he was still a bachelor of etiquette, so he thought to himself, forget it. He really didn't dare to rush in and grab the two women who had not left the court to ask for the source.

Coincidentally, he saw a large number of male and female students with short hair coming from the Xu family mansion. Sima Yi quickly stepped forward, grabbed the leader among them, and asked urgently:

"May I ask who said that humility makes people progress and pride makes people fall behind?"

Wen Changyao was about to take his junior students to the fields for practical lessons when such a person suddenly appeared and caught him, which made him startled.

But he soon calmed down and looked up at the tall man in front of him who was wearing a thin Confucian shirt that was completely different from the people in Xujiazhuang.

He is in his early twenties, has a beard, wears a Confucian shirt and a scarf, and is a scholar.

But he was obviously not a student from Yan's Academy. He had seen all the students there, and this person looked very unfamiliar.

But if an outsider can get permission to hang out in the Xu family's inner fort, he will most likely be an honored guest brought back by the master's family.

Wanting to understand this, Wen Changyao suppressed the little bit of offended displeasure in his heart, gently waved away the other party's hand on his arm, bowed his hand, and then answered:

"This sentence is the content of the proverb chapter of Chinese Language for the beginner class. It was taught by Teacher Guanglu Haiguang, the teacher of the school."

Cui Yuan and Guang Luhai, two senior brothers, never left after arriving at Xujiazhuang.

Now Guang Luhai is still single, and Cui Yuan has another child, and he is also a member of the nap group in the kindergarten.

Because he brought his wife and children to Yuyang and lived in the newly built family compound in Xujiazhuang Waibao.

As the first batch of external teachers in the Xu family school, the two senior brothers are regarded as the elders of the school in the eyes of the Xu family students.

Among the two, Cui Yuan taught mathematics and Guang Luhai taught Chinese. They also participated in other subjects, but they were not as good at teaching mathematics and Chinese.

Sima Yi got the clue, asked for the direction of the school, and hurried over there.

It is now past one o'clock at noon. At noon, all the students have gone home or taken a lunch break in the dormitory, and there is no one in the classroom.

The door was ajar and not locked. Sima Yi thought that even a headless fly like himself would not be able to find anyone - the expanded Xujia Wubao was simply too big.

It's better to just wait in the teacher's room, where you can always see the teacher the students talk about.

Thinking like this, Sima Yi opened the classroom door and walked in. Bright light filtered in from the transparent glass window, and mottled light spots fell on the gray ground of the classroom, like a pool of crystal clear water.

The windows are bright and the tables and chairs are neat. In the lecture hall, which is slightly above the ground, is a high teaching platform. There is a wooden board painted with black paint standing against the wall.

Sima Yi felt that the gray floor in the classroom looked familiar. It seemed to be the same as the roads in the market, and the floor in the bathroom was also made of the same material.

Because not every place can use such a large piece of complete material, every place where it is used represents its unique status in Xujiazhuang.

But the more he looked at the material, the more Sima Yi felt a slight sense of violation. He couldn't help but squat down and touch the complete stone that was said to be only available in Xujiazhuang.

Tightly fitted, smooth and bright, it doesn't look like natural stone, but rather a mixture of some special materials.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for anyone to use stone to make such a craft.

Sima Yi looked at the concrete floor and was lost in thought for a moment.

I didn't know if class was about to begin, but someone pushed the classroom door open, and several students walked in chatting and laughing. They were surprised to see a strange man squatting on the ground touching the cement floor.

"Who?" several half-college students asked warily.

There are four of them in total, three men and one woman.

The girl's hair is slightly longer than the boy's, just covering her face. Sima Yi remembers that this hairstyle seems to be called a schoolgirl's hair?

Seven out of ten women in Xujiazhuang have such hairstyles.

Women with long hair are rare in Xujiazhuang.

Seeing that he had frightened several students, Sima Yi stood up with a slight smile and said that he was looking for Guang Luhai.

The students saw that he did not look like a bad person, and they had great trust in the strength of the Xu family's Quying camp, so they guessed that this person must have gotten permission from his master to appear in the inner fort.

He softened his expression and said that the first class in the afternoon was Guang Luhai's Chinese class, and the teacher would be here soon.

After saying that, the students gathered around Guang Luhai curiously, asking him why he was here, and even invited him to be an auditor at the back of the classroom.

The students' cautious but open attitude toward outsiders made Sima Yi feel a strong academic atmosphere. He nodded unconsciously, followed a few students to sit in the empty seats at the back, and went to Xujiazhuang Intermediate Class 2

Chinese class.

The class bell rang, and when Guang Luhai walked into the classroom, he immediately saw Sima Yi sitting in the corner of the classroom.

He smiled at him, put down the lesson plan, picked up a piece of chalk, and started class.

Sima Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at this young man who was about the same age as himself with great anticipation.

Guang Luhai wrote the chalk words "Qinyuan Chun. Snow" on the blackboard over and over again.

"Today we are going to study Qinyuanchun. Snow. Please open the textbook to page 28 and read it with me."

The students next to Sima Yi took out a thick Chinese book and turned to page 28. One of the students sitting next to Sima Yi pushed the book between the two of them and gave Sima Yi a friendly smile, which meant that they would read it together.

Book.

Sima Yi originally wanted to return the gift to express his gratitude, but seeing the quiet and serious atmosphere in the class, he had no choice but to imitate the students' movements, nod and smile.

After doing this, he had time to read the contents in the textbook.

The paper in Xujiazhuang may be free of charge. The snow-white, thick and smooth paper is full of small handwriting. The handwriting is clear and can be read clearly even though it is small.

Because it is an intermediate language course, only rare words will be marked with pinyin.

Sima Yi found that the small characters were very beautiful and the order was very neat - but they were read from left to right, a characteristic of Xujiazhuang's writing.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and touched the words, and they didn't fade at all. He turned over the paper at the back curiously, and found that there were not only words but also illustrations on the back.

He looked at the other student next to him. The other student nodded in a friendly manner and flipped through his own book for him to see. The handwriting was neat and the illustrations were exactly the same.

Sima Yi was startled. He had no doubt that the textbook contents and notes of the forty students in the entire classroom were exactly the same.

Are they all written by the same author?

As soon as he thought this, Sima Yi rejected this impossible answer in his heart.
Chapter completed!