Coming to the StarCraft to Be a Kindergarten Teacher: Perfect Transformation

After a period of relaxed and pleasant chatting, the enthusiastic and smiling host of the summer camp stood up, cleared his throat, and then announced loudly: "Dear friends, today's exciting activities are about to officially begin!" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a warm cheer at the scene.

Under the host's methodical direction, everyone quickly divided into several groups. Then, the long-awaited first event—a unique traditional cultural knowledge competition—finally began! Each group took turns answering questions. The rules were simple: correct answers earned points, while incorrect answers deducted points.

I was fortunate to be assigned to Group 3, where I became teammates with several complete strangers. As soon as the thrilling competition began, a barrage of questions pelted the teams. These covered a wide range of topics, from time-honored historical allusions to popular poetry and songs, and even intricate traditional crafts.

Thankfully, our team members were incredibly talented, each one quick-witted and fluent, answering questions with remarkable speed and accuracy. Seeing this, I naturally didn't back down, fully utilizing my extensive knowledge base and successfully securing numerous valuable points for the team.

As time went on, the competition intensified, the intensity rising to unprecedented levels. As the competition drew to a close, the final question loomed like an insurmountable mountain, plunging everyone present into deep thought. For a moment, the entire arena fell silent, the atmosphere so heavy it felt like water could drip from it.

However, at this crucial moment, a flash of inspiration struck me, and I recalled an ancient book I'd once read. The relevant text from the book emerged as clearly as lightning across the night sky, and the answer instantly leaped into my mind. Without hesitation, I raised my right hand high and, with unwavering confidence, declared the undeniably correct answer. Instantly, the audience erupted in thunderous, prolonged applause. Ultimately, with this crucial score, our team triumphed over the competition and, as they wished, won the championship. At that moment, the team members were ecstatic, their excitement overflowing.

Next, a unique moon-themed game of flying flowers unfolds. An innocent and adorable child and a mature and steady adult sit opposite each other, exquisite tea sets placed before them, as if this isn't just a simple game, but a poetic exchange.

Feihualing (Flying Flowers) is a drinking game steeped in history and rich in cultural heritage. Its name derives from the famous line from the Tang Dynasty poet Han Hong's popular poem "Cold Food": "Flowers are everywhere in the spring city." Back then, scholars gathered to connect through poetry, showcasing their talents and wisdom through these intriguing rules.

In ancient times, the game of Feihualing had strict requirements for participants. Each player had to recite poems in a specific order, and the placement of the character "花" (flower) in the poem had to match the order in which the poem was composed. Generally, poems were seven-character verses. For example, the first player would recite a poem that began with the character "花" (flower). The second player, on their turn, would compose a poem with the character "花" (flower) in the second position, and so on. If anyone failed to create a poem that met the requirements within the allotted time, they would be punished with a small drink.

Later, the rules of Feihualing were simplified. Instead of writing poems, participants recited verses containing specific keywords. These keywords could be "flower," "cloud," "spring," "moon," and other characters that appear frequently in poetry. The game is usually played between two players, who must recite the verse containing the keyword within a specified time. If one player fails to continue, the other player wins.

Today is our long-awaited Mid-Autumn Festival special event. So, why not kick off a fun game of flying flowers under the bright moon? We'll give you five minutes to prepare. Feel free to use your computer to search if needed! After enthusiastically explaining the rules, the host added, "You should know that this is a vast interstellar world, not the flower-growing home of the Blue Planet. Those beautiful and moving ancient poems were once included in textbooks, with students required to memorize and master the key points. However, today, few people know these poems."

Five minutes passed in a flash, and the long-awaited game finally began. The host, smiling, asked, "Our game has officially begun, but who should start it?" Just as the room fell into a brief silence, a clear and resounding voice suddenly rang out: "Okay, then, let me start with 'A Bright Moon Rises Over the Sea.'" It was Abel, who recited the poem with such confidence that he instantly captured the attention of everyone present.

"How much do you know about the past?" The child rolled his eyes and answered immediately.

Everyone applauded and praised the child's reaction speed and knowledge of poetry.

"A bright moon rises over the sea." The adult said with a smile.

"We share this moment, even though we are far apart." The child repeated the poem at the beginning without hesitation, which made everyone laugh.

"Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night." The fan thought for a moment.

"Where can the beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?" The child laughed proudly.

"Not bad, not bad, you're really smart!" The fan friend smiled and gave a thumbs-up, his eyes gleaming with appreciation and admiration. The heartfelt praise was like a spring breeze, making people feel extremely warm and encouraged.

Time ticked by, and in the blink of an eye, 20 minutes had already flown by. The once bustling, discussion-filled room gradually quieted down, a strange silence seemingly tumbling over everyone. As time went on, the conversation dwindled, and everyone seemed to be running out of words. At that moment, the host, with his keen observation, quickly perceived everyone's predicament.

The host smiled, deftly diverting the somewhat awkward topic. In a gentle yet engaging voice, she announced, "Well, everyone, after this lively discussion, let's get down to business today—making delicious mooncakes! Now, we'd like to invite Teacher Sui Sui from Ceres Love Nursery School to make her debut. She'll personally teach you how to make exquisite and delicious mooncakes!" With the host's call, everyone present seemed instantly ignited with enthusiasm, and they all jumped into action. They were eager to try their hand, ready to follow Teacher Sui Sui on this fun and challenging mooncake-making journey.