Chen Yuan felt disgusted with himself.

He was using such an awesome superpower to grind?

Had he not watched a work called "Academy of Stopped Time"?

Was that in-chapter recommendation paid for?

No, it wasn't.

It was just that if he didn't step up, everyone in the classroom would be scolded like pigs.

Although it was Liu Fang's mistake, who would really blame her?

Little Princess Liu Fang was just too angry because everyone's disappointing learning attitude led to a fire that should have been directed at Class 18...

Ah, that's not right.

Shouldn't Class 15 have taken the hit?

Damn it, why was it always their trash class that got hurt?

No choice.

Wang had to bear the burden for this.

Picking up his book, Chen Yuan got up and left the classroom.

Then, he went to the corridor.

Even the wind had stopped in this world.

The world was clear and bright.

It was a good day to recite aloud.

Although doing this kind of thing in the cracks of time was boring, an absolute tranquility would appear in his mind when the whole world was paused.

Chen Yuan, who already had a good memory, recited very smoothly in this excellent reciting environment.

It was as if he could feel Su Wenhao's state of mind at the time.

In the autumn of Renxu, on the sixteenth day of the seventh month,

Su and his guests sailed in a boat under the Red Cliff.

A gentle breeze came, and the water was calm...

...

Chen Yuan stood up, very steady compared to the others, not flustered at all, as if he had expected to be called on.

In fact, some classmates were also looking forward to Chen Yuan being called on.

Now, he was the second in the school, second only to Sun Bai, a holy son.

It could be said that this class was no longer worthy of Chen Yuan's strength.

And he had taken off in just one semester.

This school might not be able to accommodate this great Buddha.

Teachers would never criticize such a person.

This was the Chinese educational rule.

Spare the rod and spoil the child.

And there's also the idea that punishment does not extend to high officials.

Now that Liu Fang was so angry, if Chen Yuan was called up and couldn't recite, she would definitely have to make a gesture. She couldn't completely let it go just because he was second in the school.

Tang Siwen was able to sit down because she had recited almost two paragraphs and was quite fluent.

Although it was the teacher's own mistake, everyone else had paid for it, so why shouldn't he?

Some people thought so.

But his real family, Zhou Fu, was only worried that if Chen Yuan didn't recite at this time, and Liu Fang didn't scold him, would he become a public enemy among the students?

After all, this kind of differential treatment on the surface would cause even greater imbalance.

This was reality.

Even if Chen Yuan usually had very good relationships with people.

Therefore,

"In the autumn of Renxu, on the sixteenth day of the seventh month, Su and his guests sailed in a boat under the Red Cliff. A gentle breeze came, and the water was calm..."

Just as Zhou Fu was worried, Chen Yuan spoke.

His breathing was even steadier than Tang Siwen's at the beginning.

The students in the class all looked at him.

Because some people with strong observation skills had just seen that Chen Yuan had not been cramming by flipping through the book.

His book was not even opened.

In other words, he had recited it in advance...

No, the teacher hadn't even said to recite, so why would he recite in advance?

There was only one possibility.

He had already comprehended the Chinese textbook.

He had reached the point where he would memorize all the required classical Chinese texts in high school without the teacher's reminder!

This person was not just grinding.

He was a super grinder!

He didn't even deserve to be called a human!

Chen Yuan was still reciting and had already exceeded Tang Siwen's second paragraph.

Later on, he didn't stumble either.

Liu Fang was very satisfied because he wasn't reciting awkwardly like a monk chanting scriptures. His pauses and tone were very correct, as if he was reading from a book, but he obviously didn't look at the book.

"Su said: Do you know the water and the moon? They pass like this, yet have never left."

Chen Yuan recited the last paragraph, still so fluent.

It was like drinking a mellow old wine, very soft and long.

It finally brought some comfort to Liu Fang's impetuous and angry heart.

Because no one else could do it, not even Tang Siwen, who didn't take her words seriously for a moment.

Only Chen Yuan had completely listened.

Moreover, he recited very well.

Very pleasing.

This was the real Ganoderma in the dung.

The reason why she hadn't died young as a teacher was because these good students were extending her life.

Otherwise, she would have heroically sacrificed herself at her post long ago.

Chen Yuan was indeed a good kid. His progress in Chinese last time was especially great. As his biggest weakness, it had not become his burden.

Although that score wasn't very high, he was still able to treat his Chinese kindly while all the science teachers were staring at him.

Wasn't he worth being grateful for?

"The dishes and nuts are gone, the cups and plates are in a mess."

Chen Yuan maintained a steady breath and then slowed down at the last sentence: "We leaned on each other in the boat, unaware that the east was already white."

After reciting, Liu Fang showed a smile.

But because she was still angry with others.

So, this smile didn't exist when facing other people.

"Chen Yuan, sit down." At this time, Liu Fang's voice became gentle.

Everyone obviously felt the difference.

But no one dared to question Liu Fang's gentleness.

Although it was wrong.

But in this situation, Chen Yuan was still able to withstand the test.

There was nothing to say.

"You." Like a Sichuan opera face change, Liu Fang swept around at this pile of dung and said in a bad tone, "Sit down."

When she said the words "Sit down," she was so disappointed.

It was no less than the team's leader typing "Build tank" to you.

Emotionally, they had something in common.

In this way, the guys who suffered the injustice sat down helplessly.

Class continued.

Because everyone was afraid of offending Liu Fang, the class went very smoothly.

Later on, her mood wasn't so bad.

It was just that everyone clearly saw that Liu Fang spent a very long time leaning on Chen Yuan's desk while lecturing in the classroom!

It appeared, the open doting on the true disciple!

Hey, Liu Fang, you big idiot (afraid of being scolded, so very quietly).

This class ended as Liu Fang's mood gradually improved.

Then, she left the classroom.

Then, everyone started complaining.

"No, is it my fault that we weren't notified to recite?"

"So, are we going to carry this blame to the end?"

"It's really too much. She must have mixed up the two classes."

"But Chen Yuan, you son of a bitch, you're really grinding! You've turned us all into idiots!" Chen Yuan's friends gathered around.

"Honestly," Zhou Fu pointed at Chen Yuan and asked very seriously, "Did you start grinding after the exam?"

"No, I was watching a movie with Xinyu..."

"Okay, I understand." Zhou Fu understood everything.

"You can know a person's face but not their heart." Tang Siwen walked up to Chen Yuan, shook his head, and sighed with emotion.

"Hey, no, what do you mean?" Chen Yuan was the only one who didn't accept Judge Bao talking about him like this.

"You seem so carefree, a literature lazybone, but you're secretly working hard to this extent." Tang Siwen felt that some of his values had been subverted.

"He must have memorized all the classical Chinese texts," someone said.

"Really not..." Faced with everyone's doubts, Chen Yuan had to explain helplessly, "I just like Dongpo's poetry, really. If you made me memorize everything, how could I?"

"Then, since you want to say you're not a grinder, and you say you love Su Shi, then I'll test you on an essay about Marquis Liu."

Tang Jian said as he asked Zhou Yu for teaching materials, then opened them and prepared to test Chen Yuan.

In front of everyone, he would tear off his hypocritical mask!

If you are a grinder, you should only be able to memorize all the required classical Chinese texts.

If you are purely a noble person, then you should know a little about Su Shi's other poems, even if they are not required to be memorized, right?

This was, an overt plot.

However, as everyone looked at it this way, Chen Yuan immediately stretched out his finger: "Hey, I really know it."

Everyone was shocked.

Then, they began to examine Chen Yuan more seriously.

Time stop.

He got up and glanced at Tang Jian's materials.

He sat down and began to recite.

Although the required texts he had just recited were indeed memorized in the cracks of time.

But in order to fool these people, cheating was also no problem.

Then everyone, just stared at Chen Yuan dumbfounded, and fluently recited a long classical Chinese text that was not required to be memorized, and showed ashamed expressions of 'I am really a rat...'

Chen Yuan was not a grinder, he was a morally noble scholar!

………

Liu Fang happily returned to the office.

But when passing by Class 15, she felt a little strange. Why were these people desperately reciting "Ode to the Red Cliff"?

Then, she suddenly remembered.

When she taught the last class yesterday, she seemed to have told Class 15 that she would check their recitation of "Ode to the Red Cliff"...

Wait.

Then why didn't she check Class 15's "Ode to the Red Cliff" in the first class this morning?

Instead, she went to check Class 18's...

In other words, she didn't even ask the students of Class 18 to recite "Ode to the Red Cliff"!

Thinking of this, Liu Fang closed her eyes, frowned, patted her forehead, and immediately felt uncomfortable and painful.

She was like this all the way to the office.

"What's wrong, Teacher Liu? Are you not feeling well?" the colleague next to her asked in confusion.

Liu Fang sighed and looked at her colleague. Although she didn't want to say this, it was really uncomfortable to keep it in her heart.

So, she couldn't help but confide, "Yesterday, I told the students of Class 15 to recite Ode to the Red Cliff and said I would check it. Then I forgot today and had them recite it in class in Class 18."

Hearing this, all the teachers turned their attention over with surprised faces, like they were watching a show.

And they were very interested in what would happen next.

"And then, I called on a lot of people, but none of them could recite it, even Tang Siwen could only barely recite the second paragraph," she said with a sigh.

"Of course, so much time has passed, and you didn't ask them to recite it in advance." The colleague echoed, but asked in confusion, "Didn't the students tell you about this?"

"I had just finished teaching Class 15's class at the time, and their hearts were completely scattered. I was so angry that I exploded as soon as I got to Class 18. It seemed like someone said something, but I directly told them to shut up and not make noise," Liu Fang said helplessly.

The teacher next to her immediately covered her mouth with one hand, with a 'Oh my god' expression on her face: "Then you're done for. Students are very vindictive. Especially girls. If you scold them too harshly, and it's because of your own mistake, they will remember it for a long time."

"Yes, last time I accidentally yelled at a girl, and she still stares at me with that kind of look. Anyway, now, I don't dare to manage her at all," a teacher said with empathy.

"Yes, sigh..." Liu Fang felt that it was really tricky, "I was also very angry. Those girls in Class 15 are really..."

"It's really rare. Teacher Liu doesn't scold the worst class, but starts complaining about the literature rocket class," a teacher joked.

Liu Fang didn't want to pay attention to the guy who was saying sarcastic remarks.

She was still thinking about what to do about this.

Forget it, tonight she would have the class representative say something, asking them to recite "Ode to the Red Cliff," and she would check it tomorrow.

Then, she would mention this matter when she taught class tomorrow, which would also be a way to make up for the mistake.

"How did your class continue when not a single student could recite it?" Qiu Nan, the Chinese teacher of Class 1, asked very curiously.

This was also what everyone wanted to know.

When something like this happened, and the students weren't allowed to explain, wouldn't the class be filled with alternating cold and hot violence?

Speaking of this, Liu Fang also said with gratitude, "I called on Chen Yuan in the end, but I didn't expect him to be able to recite it."

If it weren't for Chen Yuan, her class would really have been over.

It could even be said that it would have become a teaching accident.

And hearing this, everyone was shocked at the time.

"He recited it when he wasn't asked to?"

"He can memorize such a long text?"

"He must have stumbled, right?"

Faced with everyone's doubts, Liu Fang explained, "No, he recited it very fluently, without missing a single word."

That teacher once again made a 'Oh my god' expression: "What kind of amazing student is this?"

"Yes, he recited it himself without being asked to?"

"And he can memorize this, which means that he has long ago memorized all the other classical Chinese texts!"

"This is a student who gets 700 points!"

"Really, I'm a little touched." A female teacher made a gesture of wiping her glasses and said somewhat wishfully, "Chinese, such a subject, can also get the attention of a 700-point student. Chen Yuan deserves to be worshiped in the Imperial Ancestral Temple..."

"Hey, hey, don't talk about my Chen Yuan like that." Liu Fang quickly interrupted, and her expression gradually became playful.

At this time, Qiu Nan rolled her eyes at her and said resentfully, "He was originally my Chen Yuan."

"Don't talk nonsense. I was the one who taught him from the beginning."

Liu Fang completely smiled and cut off all the nonsense, maintaining Chen Yuan's purity.

Because of him, her mood suddenly improved a lot.

Yes, he could recite the whole text when she made a mistake.

His progress in Chinese must be due to hard work!

Then, she also had to give him some effort.

Liu Fang pulled out Chen Yuan's detailed rules for Chinese deductions, repeatedly studied them carefully, and muttered, "What can I do to find a few more places to improve his score?"

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