After entering the book, the young cannon fodder brought his short-lived mother to fly happily

Looking at the students avoiding his gaze one by one, Master Zhou's hopes were once again dashed.

Faced with a group of mediocre students, he misses the smart students even more.

In these three years, he has only had two smart students.

One is Mu Yunjing, but this kid is just here to study and train, so he can't be considered his student. A month ago, he left to study somewhere else.

The other one is Cao Shuqing.

Cao Shuqing was young, but he was better than the students who were much older than him. He wanted to train him well and make him the fifth scholar under his teaching. This would not only help him achieve academic success, but also create another good story in his teaching career.

What a pity, people always strive for higher goals!

A few days ago, he had come to apply for a transfer of his academic record and was going to enter Ziguang Academy, which was a place that all the scholars in the county yearned for, and he could understand that.

It’s just that the excellent ones have left, and those who remain are not good enough!

"Yue Dengshan, you carry me!"

"Learn extensively, inquire carefully, think carefully, discern clearly, and practice diligently. If there is something you don't learn, and if you can't learn it, don't give up; if there is... there is something you don't ask... don't ask..."

"If you ask and don't know, don't do it; if you don't think, and don't get it, don't do it; if you don't understand, and don't understand, don't do it; if you don't practice, and don't practice it firmly, don't do it. If someone can do it, you can do it a hundred times; if ten people can do it, you can do it a thousand times. If you can really follow this path, even if you are stupid, you will become wise; even if you are weak, you will become strong..."

The childish voice still has a hint of babyishness, but is very fluent.

Master Zhou's eyes lit up and he glanced around the room.

However, the students in the room all cast their eyes towards the window, and some even opened it.

Master Zhou also realized that the child's voice belonged to a little girl. There were only boys in the room, but no girls.

He walked out the door quickly.

I saw a small figure dozing off under the window, her head nodding, reciting in a baby voice, completely unaware of how many people were startled by her recitation.

Meng Yu, who had spent most of the night reading medical books, fell asleep while reading.

It wasn't that she didn't sleep well, it was that Xiao Niu had thrown a medical book to her and said he would take it back after ten days.

What can she do?

Xiaoxing could only muster the same spirit as when he was doing the college entrance examination questions, and he couldn't sleep all night.

The book is so thick and contains so much knowledge that it is impossible to finish reading it in ten days. Not to mention remembering it?

What else can she do if she doesn't stay up late or work overtime?

Sure enough, less than half an hour after I finished reading the last page last night, Little Loach said "time's up", and the book disappeared.

Meng Yu seemed to see Zhou Gong waving at him and felt something was wrong.

She opened her eyes, rubbed them with her chubby little hands, looked up sleepily, and stood up from the ground in shock.

There was a circle of people standing in front of him, and the one in the front was Master Zhou.

After her brain went offline and came back to life, she covered her mouth in shock.

She always listened silently in class before, but just now she was half asleep and half awake, as if... she was reciting?

Master Zhou tried to put on a friendly smile and said, "Kid, how did you memorize it?"

Meng Yu was puzzled: "Didn't the Master just say that?"

"Can you recite it after I tell you?"

Meng Yu blushed: "I didn't remember everything the first time the teacher explained it, so I was able to memorize it the second time!"

Master Zhou: “…”

All the students: "..."

Master Zhou did the same thing as Doctor Zhang. He walked into the house and took out a book. The book was "The Great Learning".

A student interrupted: "Teacher, such a young child, can't he read?"

"My grandfather taught me how to read!"

When Meng Yu's childish voice sounded, several students laughed: "How many words can a tiny kid like you know?"

Tang Ziqian, who was called out by the teacher before, is already fifteen years old and in the period of voice change. His laughter was particularly loud: "Who knows if the adults at home taught him to recite under the teacher's window on purpose to attract attention! I didn't expect that he would not learn well at such a young age!"

Meng Yu looked at him and said, "Parrots can speak, but they are still birds; orangutans can speak, but they are still beasts!"

Tang Ziqian was startled: "What, what do you mean?"

He also speaks fluently.

Some people who understood were laughing secretly, but Tang Ziqian didn't understand and rolled his eyes: "Stop being so pretentious, that's all you know, right? This is a private school, a place for scholars, and I don't know whose family this is, but a little girl dares to barge in? Teacher, chase her away, she's disturbing our studies."

It seems that his best brother, Master Jiang, was expelled from school by his teacher because of this little girl.

Master Zhou sneered, "Shut up!"

When he turned to Meng Yu, his tone was much gentler: "Take a look first."

Meng Yu had only turned four pages when Master Zhou took the book away: "How much can you memorize?"

Meng Yu: “…”

"Uncle, I just read it once!"

"Then look at it again!"

When she turned the pages again, Master Zhou immediately asked eagerly, "How much can you recite?"

When Meng Yu raised her eyes, she saw many pairs of eyes falling on her. Why did she feel like a monkey trainer?

She just accidentally exposed her strength, and she wanted to continue reading for free.

After all, when you come here, you have to understand it, accept it, and integrate into it.

She shook her head.

Those students breathed a sigh of relief. This was normal. If the kid could really recite it, wouldn't it make them look even more incompetent?

Tang Ziqian laughed as soon as he saw her: "Master, you still take this little girl seriously!" Turning around, he shouted: "If she can recite ten sentences, I will stand on my head and eat shit!"

Meng Yu glanced at him sideways and took a step back. "You have such a strong taste, don't get close to me!"

Her disdainful look annoyed Tang Ziqian. He looked around and revealed a smug expression: "Master, what kind of place is a private school? We are studying the books of sages. It's ok to be disturbed by a little thing, and it's a little girl. Isn't this desecrating the quiet place for scholars? Master, don't let this little girl come here again in the future!"

"Yes, we can't let her come again. Why should a little girl do that?"

"She hasn't paid her tuition, so isn't this just reading a bully's book?"

……

Meng Yu was really shocked to face so much maliciousness, but she quickly understood.

Tang Ziqian treated her like this because he hated her.

The ill will from the other students was probably because of the passage she had recited earlier, which had angered everyone because it made them look so rubbish.

Master Zhou looked at her with encouragement in his eyes: "How many sentences can you recite?"

Meng Yu shook his head again.

Tang Ziqian laughed strangely, "I said, you must have memorized it long ago, and you are showing it off here. Get out of here, you silly girl. Not everyone can come to the private school. You are a child from a low-class family, you want to be around scholars, what good dreams are you dreaming of?"

"Maybe she wants to read a passage with Bai and marry into a good family in the future!"

"At such a young age, you are so scheming. It's true that poor mountains and bad waters breed unruly people!"

……

"Shut up!" Master Zhou frowned. "She is young and only read it once. It is normal that she can't memorize it. You are old enough. You can't memorize it even if I tell you several times. Why are you criticizing a four or five-year-old child now?"

The childish voice sounded again: "Master, you are so pitiful!"