Early the next morning, Zhan Changfeng walked along the mountain road to visit social studies. He listened to the sound of young Lang Lang reading in the forest, but saw no one.
Further up, there was a large courtyard with a plaque that read Qingbai Mountain Society. She explained her purpose to the doorman and was led inside.
"Mr. Yangming has told you that I will take you to Mingjing Pavilion to meet the teachers first."
Mr. Yangming is the club owner of Social Studies. Whenever he is mentioned, the doorman's eyes are full of reverence.
Mr. Yangming is a middle-aged man with a fair face and a beardless face. After greeting each other, he got into the topic, "Qingbai Mountain welcomes students who want to study. Although you are a secondary school student, you still need to take the school exam so that we can provide you with learning."
Opinion, what do you think?"
"I have no objection, but there are some things I want to say up front. Firstly, I am not from Zangyunjian. I only know a little bit about the culture, history and geography of this place. This is what I want to make up for. Secondly, my main purpose is to learn
Spiritual language.”
Mr. Yangming nodded and said, "It's good that you have an idea. Let's put literature, history and geography aside for now. I'll give you some arithmetic to get a feel for the debate topic."
"I heard that your company has four-level schools, A, B, C and D. Mr. Yangming can take the A-level school exam."
She was calm and assertive, and it was really difficult for Mr. Yangming to treat her as a student. He turned the hand that held the C-grade paper and pushed out another one, "The academic standards for A-grade are for the unified examination. If you want to give it a try,
good."
The unified examination is a cultural assessment system in Zangyunjian, and it is also a way for the Council of Elders to select members. The Council of Elders presides over the supervision and management of the city of Zangyunjian, so this unified examination carries great weight and attracts a group of people with top wisdom and knowledge.
The questions asked by Mr. Yangming are certainly not as good as those in the Unified Examination, but they are also more profound and cannot be answered casually.
Zhan Changfeng thought about it for a while and then started writing. The writing was so quick and easy that it made Mr. Yangming's eyebrows jump.
He deliberately did not limit the time with her because he wanted to see her skills. Although there were only two types of questions: algorithm and debate, it would take at least an hour and a half to answer them all. This requires someone with a deep chest. However,
According to her, it wouldn't even take half an hour.
In fact, it didn't take half an hour. Mr. Yangming watched her finish writing, took the paper and checked it again with suspicion. He was silent for a while and said, "You can go to Class A."
Mr. Yangming spread out a long scroll, "In addition to the required basic courses such as literature, history, geography, arithmetic, etc., there are also Feng Shui, Physiognomy, Martial Arts, and Spells for you to choose from. However, since you are a side student and not the teacher himself,
Accept it, so you can listen and see, but the gentlemen will not give you instructions. You must be aware of this."
"I see."
Zhan Changfeng wrote down the name of the instructor and what he taught in the long axis, and then bought nine courses including spiritual language on the long axis, and bought three thousand spiritual stones at once.
Mr. Yangming saw that she had chosen the path, "The four-level schools of A, B, B, and D are called Wangmeiju, Lanxinting, Wenzhulou, and Zhejuwu. The students in Wangmeiju are the most knowledgeable and older, and they specialize in the unified examination."
Zhejuwu is a newly enlightened child. You are new to the culture of Zangyunjian. I want you to learn it all over again, but Zhejuwu is probably too childish, and Wangmeiju does not teach basic things, so this is a bit difficult.
Now. What do you think we should do?"
"Then go to Lanxinting. No, I can make up for it."
"That's fine."
Then Mr. Yangming asked the gentleman who taught literature and history to take her to Lanxinting.
After coming out of Mingjing Pavilion, she officially joined Qingbai Mountain.
The sun is at its fiercest for an hour after noon, and the green trees and green bricks are immersed in the white sunlight. Except for the occasional chirping of cicadas, there is no other sound.
The gentleman who taught literature and history called himself Qin Huan. He carefully explained a few things to Zhan Changfeng about what to pay attention to when going to school, and then fell silent. He seemed a little annoyed by the unyielding heat.
After passing through the mountain road and turning around a mountain wall along the redwood corridor, you can gradually hear the sound of waterfalls, mixed with the laughter of people.
Zhan Changfeng looked down and saw a white stream running down the valley shaded by trees. There was a river in the water and a pavilion on the shore. The students in white clothes were either walking in the water and singing, lying on their sides to rest, or playing the piano and painting. They were leisurely and
Naturally, the coolness is very alluring.
Seeing her gaze, Qin Huan explained with a smile, "It's particularly cool in summer over there, and teachers and students from social studies like to go there. Unfortunately, it's so close to Lanxin Pavilion that the students from the other three colleges often come late and can't take advantage of it."
It caused several wars wherever it went."
His tone was peaceful, and he seemed to be very happy to see the juniors playing and fighting.
Zhan Changfeng smiled and followed him into Lanxin Pavilion. At this moment, the clock rang three times and there were many footsteps behind him, indicating that the afternoon class had begun.
Entering the courtyard, Qin Huan said: "According to Mr. Yangming's words, you don't have enough literature and history, so how about you go to a room to study history?"
"Nothing is impossible." Zhan Changfeng replied.
Qin Huan smiles with some sincerity and makes up for what he lacks. This kind of student is always gratifying.
The courtyard is divided into four rooms and is divided into four rooms. In the center is a banyan tree that cannot be hugged by ten people. Its lush and huge tree cover blocks the sky in all directions and casts a large amount of shade.
Zhan Changfeng was brought into a room in the north. There were about ten seats arranged neatly inside. Most of the young students had not yet settled down. Qin Huan coughed and immediately returned to his seat, straightening his coat.
He shouted loudly, "Good afternoon, Master Qin."
The atmosphere in the room tends to be relaxed. Students are not as quiet as quails when they meet their husband. In addition, Lan Xinting is a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old. Their lively style has not yet been cultivated and they still have a youthful spirit. Therefore, the crowd is
He said hello, but his eyes slipped to the door restlessly.
A tough-headed boy's eyes shone brightly, "Master Qin, is there a new student?"
"Come on, Li Baimao." Someone in the corner answered leisurely, "Even if you are a new student, it can't change your fate of being the last in ten thousand years."
Everyone laughed.
Li Baimao was completely unfazed by boiling water, so he pretended to sigh deeply, "There are always some unpredictable things in this world."
The girl sitting next to her closed her sleeves with one hand and slowly grinded her hand with the other without raising her head. "Yes, people always have to struggle, otherwise how would they know that life is hopeless besides despair."
"Hahaha, that's right."
Li Baimao jumped on his feet, nodded to the girl with his fat finger, and then pointed to the person in the corner, "Yu Sheng. Han Zhigao, did I owe you two in my previous life?"
Han Zhigao took the ruler and slapped it, "No, we have done too many evil things to meet you."
Yu Sheng concluded, "Bad fate."
Li Baimao's tongue was tied and he couldn't speak out. He suppressed his blush and uttered one word, "...Fuck."
Qin Huan had enough of seeing them playing tricks. He pressed his hands at the right time and scolded with a tigerish face, "How can I allow you to fool around during lectures? Don't let your new friends see the joke."
He stepped aside and said, "Come and say hello to them."
A group of students looked behind him, and the man who had just seen a piece of clothes finally came into view completely, and saw him standing with his hands folded, "My name is Yi Zhan, please give me your advice."
Everyone returned the courtesy and said, "Welcome, let's encourage each other throughout our studies."
Qin Huan nodded with satisfaction and said to Zhan Changfeng, "Just go and sit in whichever seat you like. Class is about to begin."
Zhan Changfeng nodded and walked towards the only empty seat.
This is a position near the window. A bunch of branches stretch out from mid-air with the sunshine. The green above is soft, and the slanting shadows below are gentle. It looks very beautiful, but there is only warmth left in the scene. No wonder there are people in front and behind it, but it is empty.
came out.
Zhan Changfeng didn't care much. He sat down at the table and took out the Four Treasures of the Study. Master Qin in front of him was explaining the structure of glyphs. This time it was a calligraphy class.
"Gentlemen, you have been studying poetry and classics for a while. Now please use the brushes in your hands to silently record the passages you admire most."
"yes."
Writing the most beautiful words, writing the best articles, and refining the words and articles are the themes of this class.
All the students were silent, concentrating on dipping in ink and writing words.
"Use your wrist, not your fingers."
"Don't lean your elbows on the table."
Qin Huan turned to Li Baimao and looked at his tadpole-like string of ghostly drawings, which could kill flies with his brows. Li Baimao twisted his body and saw Qin Huan turn around and shouted quickly, "Why don't you criticize me?"
The classmates around him laughed unconsciously and said in unison, "It's probably hopeless."
"At least I can tell what the characters are." Li Baimao held up his calligraphy in embarrassment, "I think I can still save it."
Yu Sheng shook his head, what a living treasure. The next moment he found Qin Huan stopped next to her, but his back was turned to her to look at another student, who was the new student who came today.
Qin Huan saw that she only wrote two words, and then she stopped writing and even put the pen aside. Considering the difference in writing between the two places, Qin Huan relaxed the conditions and said, "If you don't know what to write, you can put the copybook