The Little Lucky Girl

The senior blinked and said, "Think about the old Lord Zuo Xiang."

The freshmen took a breath together.

Ming Youyou also nodded. Zuo Xiang's reputation as a nagging person had spread among the people.

It is said that he liked to hold a meeting with everyone when he was about to leave office, and he always started with the same sentence, "I just want to add one thing."

Then the repetitive talking can go on for more than an hour. If the listener does not have some skills, it is really hard to bear it.

“But I’m really too sleepy,” the freshmen said in distress, “I can’t help myself when I feel sleepy.”

"Then think of a way," the senior student instructed these newbies, feeling a special sense of satisfaction, "Brother, I will teach you one for free. If you want to refresh yourself, pinch yourself. Note that the location of the pinch is very important. The inside of the arm, understand? It should be the most tender part of the flesh."

Everyone tried it immediately.

"Oh, it really hurts." Someone grimaced to show that it was useful.

Some people feel that the pain is just average and they are afraid that they can’t get rid of sleepiness.

The senior grinned, "That's because you can't be cruel to yourself." He rolled up his sleeves, "Come, let me help you."

As a result, the student screamed loudly and burst into tears. Everyone laughed, thinking that he would definitely wake up this time.

The senior thought about it and felt that he should say something fair for the old master. "Master Ji is actually quite knowledgeable, and his lectures are also very meaningful. You will understand after listening to them more."

He looked at these younger brothers and thought of his past self.

When asked the same question, the brilliant senior student answered, "Not only can teachers guide students, but students can also guide teachers."

He couldn't help but say this.

"What does this mean?" The freshmen were very surprised. How could they still control the teacher? That would be asking for a slap on the hand.

Could the senior tell them that he didn't understand it either? He said with a mysterious look on his face: "This sentence has a profound meaning. You should try to comprehend it carefully."

How could these elementary school kids have this ability, but they also understood that how to persevere is one of the skills they need to practice, so everyone tried every way to show their abilities.

Some copied books while listening; some loved to draw, so they secretly drew various portraits of the teacher; others brought their own books with them, and read for a while when they felt really sleepy;

Ming Youyou gave Zheng Huan and the others some invigorating sachets. If smelling them didn't work, they could pour them out and eat some. The taste was so good that one sip could make people shiver. The effect was amazing.

No matter what means were used, when everyone was awake, they could still listen to some of what the master said. Then they found that, as the senior said, Mr. Ji was indeed well-read, and he had even read some rare books held by aristocratic families, and he was very good at quoting classics and citing references.

But the elderly may be too old, or they may have read too many books, so they just quickly glance over the strange stories they want to hear, but instead enjoy talking about those boring tomes.

As Master Ji's favorite student, Lu Tai was a little bolder. He recalled the way he and his grandfather got along, and carefully raised his hand to interrupt, "Sir, can you tell me in detail the story of Duke Zhuang of Zheng and his mother, Wu Jiang, who 'will not meet until they reach the underworld'?"

Master Ji squinted his eyes and saw that it was the student who listened most attentively, so he did not get angry and nodded, saying, "Okay, I will explain it to you in detail."

Then slowly, the old teacher found that the students' originally dull eyes gradually brightened up, and they looked at him with bright eyes. The teacher was stunned. He hadn't seen such a scene for many years. The last time was...

The smiling face of that child flashed through his mind. He sighed slightly in his heart, looked at these young faces, stroked his beard and said, "Whoever has any questions, please tell me."

The students' laughter woke Ming Youyou up. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "Is get out of class over?"

She felt that she would not have to visit great scholars in the future, nor would she have to endure the nagging of her superiors in order to become an official, so she followed her heart and slept well when she felt sleepy.

The students also gradually understood the teacher's temper through asking questions. If their questions were irrelevant to the course or irrelevant, the teacher would ignore them, and would even curse at them if he got angry.

But if their questions were about their thoughts on the content of the class, even if they went off track, the teacher would only reprimand them lightly and still patiently explain it clearly.

But the strange thing is that when Zheng Huan and his team told Feng Xu the method, it didn't seem to work when Feng Xu's class used it.

Even so, Mr. Ji still spoke unclearly due to his missing teeth, and he still spoke on the same boring topics, but when he arrived in Class B, he could speak more and more harmoniously, and in the end he was even surrounded by students when he left the classroom.

This matter alarmed the teachers. Principal Pei said with emotion: "Finally, another student has found the correct way to open Old Ji."

The last class of the morning was about to end. The students quietly took out their bowls and waited for the teacher to say goodbye.

The teacher looked at their impatience with amusement, calculated that the time was almost up, waved his hand, and the students rushed out of the classroom like calves.

Ming Youyou immediately urged Zheng Huan, "Hurry up, hurry up." He was the main force in the queue among the three of them.

When she and Lu Tai ran to the cafeteria, they went straight to Zheng Huan.

The students had all gotten to know this short relative of the headmaster these days, and they generously let her jump the queue, so she pulled Lu Tai along.

Lu Tai was very embarrassed and wanted to go to the end of the line, but the students saw that his face was red and sweaty from running, so they pulled him in out of sympathy.

When Ming Youyou saw that everyone was so friendly, she felt embarrassed to make more money from them, so she sold the snacks she brought at wholesale price to them at normal price and only charged them a little bit for their hard work.

Ming Youyou handed over a bowl that was bigger than her head, "Thank you, Brother Xiaohong."

The person in charge of serving the food was Chef Hong's nephew. When he saw Ming Youyou's innocent smile, the spoon in his hand did not shake and he scooped up a big spoonful of food.

Master Xiaohong is ten years old this year, and the minimum age for admission is twelve, so now she finally sees a child younger than herself. Master Xiaohong is very happy and takes special care of her.

He whispered to her, "Don't leave after dinner. I want to tell you something."

Ming Youyou said she understood.

Zheng Huan and Lu Tai were with her and were also taken care of by Master Xiao Hong. The three of them left with their bowls full of satisfaction.

Since Feng Xu never met them, he didn't get any such preferential treatment. He picked up a piece of food from each person's bowl with a chopstick of resentment and started eating.

While eating, she complained, "Our teacher likes to stay late, so we are always the last to arrive. Look, the food is cold."