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He lowered his head, his voice as low as a mosquito, and recited haltingly, missing a few words from time to time.

The three little ones stood aside with their heads down, not daring to breathe, for fear of being scolded by Lin Xuebao.

Lin Xuebo stared at the people who lowered their heads and cleared his throat. "Ahem, considering that you three are first-time offenders and are still young, I'll let you off this time. But remember, learning is not something you can be careless about. You need to work harder to gain something."

When Tang Shan heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, a look of relief on his face.

He quickly expressed his attitude: "Uncle, I will recite it well next time and never be lazy again."

Lin Xuebao nodded with satisfaction.

Lin Siheng and Lin Sinan also breathed a sigh of relief on their faces.

Lin Mo secretly observed his uncle's expression. He could guarantee that his uncle had never intended to let the three of them recite the entire article.

Did you see how my uncle couldn't suppress the smile? Goro and the others' performance definitely exceeded my uncle's expectations.

"Shiro, you carry it."

Lin Xuebao turned his gaze to Lin Sizhe.

When Lin Sizhe heard this, his heart skipped a beat and his palms began to sweat from nervousness.

Seeing this, Tang Qing on the side volunteered: "Uncle, I'm your elder brother, let me go first."

Lin Xuebo was slightly stunned, then nodded: "Okay, you go first."

Tang Qing took a deep breath and recited the Three Character Classic in one breath, his voice clear and fluent.

After hearing this, Lin Xuebo nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad."

After receiving the affirmation, Tang Qing felt much more relaxed and began to recite "The Rules of Disciples".

Lin Xuebo listened with an approving look on his face: "Good, you have a good memory."

Tang Qing smiled shyly, feeling very happy.

Lin Xuebo looked at Lin Sizhe and said, "Silang, Tang Qing has given you an example, you should recite it."

Lin Sizhe took a deep breath when he came on stage and began to recite nervously, fearing that he would make a mistake or miss a word.

Lin Sizhe recited every word, his voice trembling a little but still fluent.

Finally, he finished memorizing the article and waited for Lin Xuebao's verdict.

Lin Xuebo looked at Lin Sizhe's nervous little face and smiled: "Silang is not bad either. He memorized everything without any mistakes."

When Lin Sizhe heard this, his eyes lit up immediately and he asked in disbelief, "Really, uncle? I memorized it all?"

Lin Xuebo nodded solemnly: "Yes, Shilang, you did a good job."

Lin Sizhe jumped up with joy and shouted, "Great! I finally memorized it!"

Seeing this, Lin Xuebao quickly reminded him, "Silang, don't be impetuous or complacent. The road to learning is long and arduous. You must always remain humble and respectful."

When Lin Sizhe heard this, he quickly put away his smile and nodded seriously: "I understand, uncle, I will continue to work hard."

Lin Xuebo turned his gaze to Lin Mo: "Sanlang, you carry it."

Lin Mo was confidently ready to show himself, however, as he continued to recite, Lin Mo gradually realized something was wrong.

His heartbeat began to accelerate, and the originally clear words in his mind suddenly became blurred, as if shrouded in a layer of fog.

Did I recite it wrong?

Lin Mo muttered to himself, a look of doubt on his face.

He tried to regulate his breathing and calm himself, but the harder he tried to recall, the more confused he became, and he couldn't recite it for a while.

Lin Xuebao's expression became increasingly gloomy as Lin Mo's recitation stopped, as if a storm was about to come.

Lin Siheng and Tang Shanqing watched it clearly from the side, and they were both worried for Lin Mo.

Lin Mo looked up at Lin Xuebao, whose face was gloomy, and thought to himself: It's over.

"Sanlang, stretch out your hand."

Lin Xuebao finally spoke, his voice deep and powerful.

Lin Mo stretched out his hand tremblingly, only to see the wooden board in Lin Xuebao's hand gently tap on his palm.

Although the force was not great, it made Lin Mo very embarrassed.

"Sanlang, if you can't memorize it before dinner, you can eat when you memorize it." Lin Xuebao's words were filled with unquestionable majesty.

Lin Sizhe quickly stepped forward to comfort Lin Mo: "Third brother, I believe in you, you will definitely memorize it."

Tang Qing followed closely behind: "Cousin, I believe you too."

Tang Shan, Lin Siheng and others also cast encouraging glances at him, their eyes full of trust and support for Lin Mo.

However, Lin Mo's face became redder and redder, certainly not because of nervousness, but because of shame and anger.

Shame on you.

I am a liberal arts student and a talented person in the history department, but I can't even recite it.

It’s okay that I can’t recite it, but I’m still not as good as a three-year-old child.

Lin Mo, ah Lin Mo, you have fallen.

Lin Mo despised himself in his heart.

Seeing Lin Mo's frustration, Lin Sizhe and Tang Qing volunteered to teach him to recite "Three Character Classic" and "Rules for Disciples".

Lin Sizhe: "Third brother, I will teach you."

Tang Qing: "Cousin, I can teach you too."

Han Suniang poked her head out of the kitchen and said to Lin Mo with a smile, "Sanlang, you have to recite well. I'll serve your rice first and cover it to keep it warm. When you finish reciting, the rice will still be hot."

You don't have to.

Lin Mo's face turned even redder.

Seeing this, Lin Sizhe hurriedly said to Lin Mo: "Third brother, don't be sad, hurry up and recite it, otherwise you will miss the meal."

Lin Mo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and silently recalled those familiar sentences in his mind. Only when he felt confident did he muster up the courage to go find Lin Xuebao.

"Uncle, I'll recite it to you." There was a hint of determination in Lin Mo's voice.

Lin Xuebao nodded and listened quietly to Lin Mo's recitation.

When Lin Mo finished reciting the last sentence fluently, a satisfied smile appeared on Lin Xuebo's face: "Well, that's enough."

Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and the heavy stone in his heart fell to the ground.

However, Lin Xuebao did not end his teaching there.

"Sanlang, I know you are smart, but diligence is equally important."

Lin Xuebao said earnestly, "You should learn from Silang and Tangshan. They recited the text over and over again to their families, and asked questions whenever they forgot something. But after you learned it, you never reviewed it again. This won't work."

Lin Mo listened carefully to Lin Xuebao's teachings.

Lin Xuebao: "Sanlang, you have to know that diligence and talent are equally important."

Lin Mo: "Uncle, I understand."

Lin Xuebao: "Sanlang, remember, there are no shortcuts on the road to learning. Only by keeping your feet on the ground can you go far and steady."

As he said that, he patted Lin Mo's shoulder: "Okay, wash your hands and eat."

Lin Mo looked at Lin Xuebao's back as he walked away, his heart seemed to be touched by something, and he was lost in thought.

"I seem to have completely relaxed since I started college."

Chapter 139 Good, ambitious.