I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

Lin Qinglan's initial idea was to organize those who wanted to experience it to sign up to come to the school to supervise the exam.

Seeing with their own eyes that the effect is better than the live broadcast, it also allows them to satisfy their "exam invigilation addiction".

She is preparing for her midterm exams, and her uncles and aunts are also working hard to prepare for the exams.

It’s just that some people prepare for the exam based on their strength, while others rely on the power of belief.

Uncle Wang is about to face the most difficult and hardest exam in the senior citizens’ university - physics.

And there were only five of them participating in the whole school.

How to get high scores depends on your own ability.

Uncle Wang had already made preparations. He went to school and made progress, and he chose to burn incense.

He carried with him a portrait of Confucius and began to worship Confucius from the day the exam date was announced.

"Persist for fifteen days, and the saint will feel my sincerity."

"Today is my fifth day of worshipping Confucius."

Uncle Wang "took out" the portrait from the drawer, held it in both hands and hung it on the wall.

He originally only worshipped at home, but he felt that the magnetic field of knowledge in school was stronger and worshipping in the classroom would be more effective, so he moved to school.

He moved a table to serve as an altar without paying attention to anyone around, then bowed deeply in front of the statue of Confucius, muttering to himself: "With the blessing of the saint, I will have mountains of gold and silver."

"I also want to do well on the midterms and finals, become rich and handsome."

Uncle Zhou, who was watching him perform the ritual, said disdainfully: "You are so greedy, you want everything."

He said this, but his body was honest. He pushed Uncle Wang aside with his buttocks and said, "Have you finished worshipping? Let me have a few words with the saint."

"Sage Confucius, I don't ask for much. I just want to get a better midterm score than Lao Wang and get rich earlier than Lao Wang."

Uncle Zhang and Uncle Li were unwilling to fall behind, they wanted to have what others had.

"Let us also pray. This kind of good thing should be shared by everyone."

"The portrait is mine. I will worship it first."

"You asked me to bow as well. I bowed lower than you did. The saint must have heard my wish first."

"I'm lower than you."

"Mr. Li, you got first place in the physics exam last time, so you don't have to worship me anymore."

"I'm different from you. I kneel down directly."

The four people huddled together and all wanted to kneel down.

Uncle Liu sat alone and said quietly, "It's useless for you to worship like this."

The four uncles turned around at the same time and said, "Old Liu, please keep your voice down. What if the saint hears us and doubts our sincerity?"

"You are going in the wrong direction." Uncle Liu raised his voice.

"Stop arguing and listen to Lao Liu." Uncle Zhou stopped the quarreling uncles.

As the owner of the portrait, Grandpa Wang squeezed to the front and asked, "What do you mean by the wrong direction? Is it that the direction of the string I hung the painting in is wrong?"

"It shouldn't be like that. I have studied it on purpose."

"No." Uncle Liu shook his head, denying Uncle Wang's idea.

"Could it be that we are praying in the wrong direction? Shouldn't we be facing the saint?" Uncle Li reminded.

"If we don't face the saint, should we face him with our buttocks?" Uncle Zhang retorted.

"Lao Liu, what do you mean? Tell me now."

"Don't worry." Uncle Liu spoke slowly under everyone's gaze: "Confucius is in charge of liberal arts. You four want to take the physics exam. What's the point of worshipping Confucius? Confucius didn't study physics either."

The four uncles suddenly realized what was going on and then looked at each other.

Uncle Zhou: "Old Liu is right, who should we worship?"

Uncle Zhang: "Physics is a science subject, let's worship Zu Chongzhi."

Uncle Li: "We learned about Newton in physics textbooks, so we still worship Newton."

Uncle Zhou: "Newton is a foreigner, he speaks English, if you worship him, will he understand?"

"So where do you think we can find someone who knows physics and can speak Chinese?

Uncle Wang patted Uncle Zhou on the shoulder and gave him an admiring look, "Old Zhou, you are simply a genius. Isn't this person far away in the sky, but right in front of you?"

"Who is it? Where did you meet this talented person?" Uncle Zhou scratched his head, not knowing what Uncle Wang was up to.

"It's very easy to find. You know this person, and I know him too," added Uncle Liu.

"Why don't I know him?" Uncle Zhang didn't know what they were talking about.

Why does it feel like everyone knows who it is except him?

Uncle Li motioned him to look at the door, "He's coming."

Teacher Yu strode into the room and when he looked up, he saw five old men bowing to him in unison, closing their eyes and clasping their hands together in prayer.

"Did I enter the right classroom? Is this still Earth?" Teacher Yu took a step back and made sure again and again that he had entered the right classroom.

"What are the uncles doing?"

Teacher Yu made eye contact with the statue of Confucius hanging on the blackboard at the back and instantly understood their intention. "If you have time to do these things, why not memorize a few more formulas?"

Don’t ask how Teacher Yu knows so much. He also worshipped there when he was in school. His procedure was more complete than that of the old man. He had to wash his hands before burning incense and bring bread and milk as offerings.

But the subject of physics doesn't even talk about logic, let alone supernatural powers.

The old men were educated and told to believe in science, then sat back dejectedly.

Uncle Wang put away the statue of Confucius in a daze, "Alas, I have persisted for 5 days. It is useless to tell me now."

“What should this image of Confucius do next?”

Uncle Liu gave him some advice, "Old Wang, don't be so sad, I have a solution."

"You can send the statue of Confucius to the poetry class. Confucius is in charge of this, so it will be useful to their class."

"You can collect some snacks as handling fees, and then take the snacks to the Chinese painting class."

"What's the point of going to the Chinese painting class?" Uncle Wang couldn't quite keep up with the train of thought of "wise man" Uncle Liu.

"You are stupid. Teacher Yu said we shouldn't bow, so we won't bow. When have we ever been so obedient?"

"It's no use worshipping Confucius, let's go worship Teacher Yu."

"There is no portrait of Teacher Yu. Ask the Chinese painting class to draw one for us."

"Old Fu is in the Chinese painting class. Just give him some snacks as a bribe and it will be done."

Uncle Liu's plan was very ideal, but he ignored the practical problems.

Can Lao Fu really paint?