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Jiang Xiaopang didn't react until he quickly entered the classroom. Why did Chu Tian, ​​who was usually cowardly and weak, suddenly become so powerful? Did he get overwhelmed yesterday and get what he had today? Although Jiang Xiaopang knew that offending Li Jian and the others was very troublesome and it was difficult to end up with a good end, he felt better when he saw Chu Tian's brave resistance. Otherwise, every time he saw Chu Tian being bullied, he would not be able to help, and his pain was no less than Chu Tian.

Jiang Xiaopang took Chu Tian to see the classroom. Most of the people in the classroom had already started to read early. When Chu Tian passed through the aisle, one leg suddenly stretched out from under the table and stuck between Chu Tian's legs. He wanted to trip Chu Tian as usual. Chu Tian smiled gently, clamped his legs hard, and then jumped over. Looking back, Zhang Wanjiang's tears of pain came out. He didn't expect that this time, Chu Tian could avoid it, and he dared to resist, and pinched his legs. Zhang Wanjiang's eyes were full of anger, as if Chu Tian didn't trip him was Chu Tian's fault, and resistance was even more wrong.

After Chu Tian sat down, Jiang Xiaopang hurriedly patted Chu Tian and said, "Chu Tian, ​​hurry up and read the selection of Tang poetry and Song lyrics. I heard that the old antique today needs to be randomly checked and recited poems. You know that the old antique is powerful. If you can't pass the random check, you will be punished to death."

Chu Tian looked at Jiang Xiaopang taking out the 50-selected Tang poetry and Song lyrics, opened his backpack, took out the book exactly like Jiang Xiaopang, and turned to the page where Jiang Xiaopang was reading. He saw Jiang Xiaopang shaking his head hard, sweeping the textbook a few times, and smiling slightly. These Tang poetry and Song lyrics were too simple. With Chu Tian's attainments, he could recite the book endlessly. When Jiang Xiaopang saw Chu Tian just flipped through the book casually, thinking that Chu Tian gave up reciting it, that was the same. He could not memorize these dozens of poems by himself. Chu Tian had always been afraid of these ancient sentences, and it was even more difficult to recite.

After Chu Tian finished reading this Tang poem and Song lyrics for more than ten minutes in a formalism, Lin Meimei was walking into the classroom with a gloomy face. When Chu Tian was staring at her at the end, Lin Meimei was not willing to be outdone and stared at Chu Tian a few times, with resentment and insidious eyes, because Li Jian had told Lin Meimei that he would never let Chu Tian live for five days. When he got a few good-skilled murderers out of the prison, Chu Tian would definitely die at that time. Lin Meimei thought of Chu Tian's bloody appearance, and her smile couldn't help but surged to the corner of her mouth, but it looked a little weird on her gloomy face.

The first section is Chinese class. When Chu Tian saw the forty-year-old Chinese teacher, he finally knew why he was called an old antique. He was full of serious face and big square-framed glasses. His head was half gray and he walked very steadily. Chu Tian couldn't help but smile. How could a forty-year-old man dress up like a sixty-year-old man? Old antiques are indeed very appropriate, and students' creativity is really rich.

The old antique looked at the whole class holding the Tang and Song lyrics he recommended in his hands. He smiled with satisfaction. The child was able to teach, so he cleared his throat and spread the sound roughly and powerfully throughout the corner: "Today's class is mainly used to randomly check the effect of everyone reciting poetry in recent times. After all, in the college entrance examination, poetry appreciation still occupies a place and has a nearly 10-point position, so we must take these 10-point points, otherwise you will be sorry to yourself, sorry to the teacher, sorry to parents, and sorry to the training of you in Tiandu School. These 50 are just temporary recitations, and there are many more behind them. Let's take it step by step."

The whole class was silent. Zhang Wanjiang suddenly said, "Teacher, please don't worry, we will definitely get the scores of poetry appreciation, and we must be worthy of your hard teachings from the teacher."

The old antique nodded with satisfaction, obviously very satisfied with Zhang Wanjiang's active cooperation at this time and said, "Okay, now we will check and recite it. Anyone who cannot recite it will be fined to copy it a hundred times."

Chu Tian was shocked. This teacher was too cruel. It was a hundred times. It was really terrifying. It was even more tormenting than a private school teacher. At this time, Jiang Xiaopang had slowly buried his head, afraid that the teacher would find it randomly.

At this moment, several people who looked like leaders appeared at the door and called the old antique out. After a while, the people moved the stool and sat behind. The old antique looked extremely excited and said, "Students, the school leaders have decided to come over to listen to the class. We all welcome the leaders of the school."

As soon as the words finished, thunderous applause resounded throughout the classroom. The whole class felt more energetic than before. The old antique was very satisfied. After the applause was heard for a while, they waved their hands and calmed down and said, "Let's start the random check below."

The old antique's eyes glanced at the whole class, and everyone was silent. Only Zhang Wanjiang raised his hand: "Teacher, I want to volunteer to be the first to the random inspection."

Not only the students were upset, but even the school leaders behind them also smiled a little, obviously very appreciating the positive attitude of such students.

Old Antique looked at Zhang Wanjiang again and said to the whole class: "Student Zhang Wanjiang is really the pride of our Tiandu Middle School. Not only is he good grades, but he is also a good person, and his learning attitude is also positive. He is an example for everyone to learn."

So Zhang Wanjiang stood up and said, "Please check it out in a random way."

The old antique gently opened the book, flipped through a few pages, and then looked at Ouyang Xiu's "Huanxisha" in the Northern Song Dynasty, saying: "You recite Ouyang Xiu's "Huanxisha".

Chu Tian clearly saw that half of the students in the class looked embarrassed, obviously this was something that scared them.

Zhang Wanjiang recited confidently: "The travelers on the dike chased the painting boat. The spring water drooped in the sky. The green willow building went out to swing. Don't laugh at the white flowers. Six times urged to shoot the cups frequently. Where is life like a prefecture?"

The old antique couldn't help but cheer: "Okay. Sure enough, I put in the time to recite."

The whole class and the school leaders who were listening to the class clapped their hands. Even Jiang Xiaopang clapped his hands several times. Only Chu Tian disagreed. Is this rote memorization of the test too much? If you want to take the test, you can understand it. Only in this way can students' distracted thinking be opened and they can remember it. This is not even comparable to the "eight-legged essay" of the imperial examination system.

The old antique turned to another page and said with a smile: "Bai Juyi's 'Baiyunquan', please listen to it."

Zhang Wanjiang smiled proudly and raised his back with a spirit: "The white clouds and springs on Tianping Mountain, and the clouds are free of their hearts. Why do you have to rush down the mountain to add waves to the world!"

This time, the old antique nodded again in praise and said, "Yes, Zhang Wanjiang memorized it very artistically and has a sense of ups and downs."

Everyone clapped their hands again, but Chu Tian couldn't help but smile. Although the laughter was small, it clearly entered the ears of the old antiques and the school leaders.

The old antique glanced at him and quickly locked Chu Tian with a smile on his face. This poor student in the whole grade actually laughed in his open class. Isn’t this obvious that he would not give him face? He doesn’t have to leave him with that thin face. So the old antique waved his hand and asked Zhang Wanjiang to sit down, then pointed at Chu Tian and said, “Chu Tian, ​​why are you smiling? Why do you have the right to laugh? Stand up and let me see if you recite them all thoroughly.”

Except for Jiang Xiaopang, everyone was gloating at this stupid man and dared to provoke old antiques. He had never died. Zhang Wanjiang and Lin Meimei's faces were even more full of expectations, looking forward to Chu Tian being humiliated by the old antiques.

Chu Tian patted his clothes and said frankly: "Teacher, I am really laughing, because I think this random check is meaningless, so I can't last long by relying on rote memorization, because they don't understand the meaning and the background source. Even, for example, the "Baiyunquan" memorized by excellent Zhang Wanjiang, besides this poem, he may not know any more information about this poem, and it is useless to memorize it."
Chapter completed!