knowledge provider

Chapter 67 Unexpectedly
Guo Xiaojun sucked his nose hard a few times, and then his nose slowly moved to the side of the knowledge liquid following the fragrance.

Y That person's sense of taste and smell means that this knowledge liquid can be completely absorbed by that person's brain.

Yang Yifan saw that Guo Xiaojun's eyes were fixed on the bottle of knowledge liquid, his chin was resting on the table, and there was light in his eyes, he knew that the bottle of knowledge liquid he prepared was successful again.

"Wow, this smell is really coming from this bottle of knowledge liquid? It smells so good!" Guo Xiaojun held the bottle of knowledge liquid tightly with two small hands, afraid that Yang Yifan would snatch his knowledge liquid away.

Guo Xiaojun held the bottle of knowledge liquid and raised his neck. The bottle of knowledge liquid turned into a golden stream and flowed down his throat.

The knowledge liquid in the bottle had run out long ago, but Guo Xiaojun still held the bottle and kept shaking it around his mouth. Finally, he used his tongue to clean up the knowledge liquid on the mouth of the bottle.

After cleaning the outside, he stuck his tongue into the bottle again. That eating was a bit cute and not at all elegant, but Guo Xiaojun couldn't care less, and finally pointed the bottle to the sun on the ceiling to check that there was nothing wrong with it. After eating it, he shook it violently into his mouth twice.

Yang Yifan said: "Have you finished drinking?"

"Finish!" Guo Xiaojun was still unwilling to put down the bottle, and said, "Mr. Yang, do you have any water here?"

"What do you want water for?" Yang Yifan asked curiously.

"I want to pour water into this bottle to clean up the drink in this bottle."

Yang Yifan said: "I don't have water here, because my lecture time is very short, and there are drinks for you in the middle, so there is no water here."

Guo Xiaojun rolled his eyes and said, "Mr. Yang, can you give me this bottle, and I will fill it with water when I get home."

"No, this bottle cannot be taken out of the academy according to regulations."

Guo Xiaojun sighed, like a dead ball, very disappointed and said: "Okay then, Teacher Yang."

Yang Yifan put the bottle away, looked at Guo Xiaojun, and said, "Don't be sad, how about the teacher give you another bottle when you come tomorrow?"

"Really!" Guo Xiaojun suddenly raised his voice a lot, and said, "Mr. Yang, can I really drink this drink tomorrow?"

"of course can!"

Guo Xiaojun regained his energy and said, "Teacher Yang, you are so kind. I love you to death."

Seeing that his students were so happy, Yang Yifan was also very happy, and said, "Okay, Xiao Jun, let's recall what you have learned in this class."

Guo Xiaojun thought for a while, and said: "I don't seem to have learned anything in this class. I have chatted with the teacher since class until now, and then drank a bottle of very delicious drink, that's all."

"You think again?"

"Oh, that's right!" Guo Xiaojun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "I see, the teacher taught me "Ode to the Goose"."

"Well, your summary is correct, now please find a golden screen in your mind according to what the teacher said."

Guo Xiaojun tried it, and he said excitedly: "I really have a golden screen in my mind."

"Okay, now look, is there a poem "Ode to the Goose" on that golden screen?"

"Poetry? Let me see. Oh, there is really a poem about geese. There is pinyin on the poem, and words I don't know can be spelled out."

"Well, that's right, this is the poem the teacher taught you today."

"Mr. Yang, the poems you teach are amazing. If I can put the three hundred capitals of Tang poems on the golden screen in this way, then I can memorize all the poems."

"Are you sure you can memorize it?"

"I watched and read it, even a fool can memorize it." Guo Xiaojun was very confident.

"That's good. I'll add some other poems to your screen tomorrow."

"Okay! Teacher Yang, you are this!" Guo Xiaojun extended a thumb to Yang Yifan, and said, "Among my many teachers, you are the best."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment!"

"Oh, by the way, Teacher Yang." Guo Xiaojun's eyes suddenly froze, and he seemed to have thought of something terrible, and said, "Mr. Yang, I'm a little worried now."

"What are you worried about?" Yang Yifan's heart tugged.

"You said that there is a golden screen in my head, and there are Tang poems on the screen. If I recite it, will others say that I read it while looking at the screen?" When Guo Xiaojun said those words, His eyes kept turning, as if he was thinking about something profound, and he looked a little cute.

"No, this is your secret, and it's also a method of memory. It's the same as your usual memory."

"It's so amazing! Teacher Yang, I admire you so much."

"You don't need to worship me. When you memorize all three hundred Tang poems, others will worship you."

"Really? Great, then I'll make all the people who make fun of me stupid as a pig worship me."

Yang Yifan looked at the time and said, "Okay, it's time now, and this is the end of our class today."

"Hey! Teacher Yang, I want to ask, if my dad asks me what I learned today? How should I answer?" Guo Xiaojun rolled his eyes and got up and walked to the door.

"You can tell the truth, but about the golden screen in your head, keep it a secret for now."

"Okay, I got to know Mr. Yang. Goodbye, Mr. Yang."

When Yang Yifan opened the door, Guo Xin was already waiting for him at the door. When he saw Yang Yifan, he said, "Mr. Yang, how is this kid doing? Is he still obedient?"

Yang Yifan nodded in affirmation and said, "Guo Xiaojun is very smart and obedient. He did a great job in today's course."

"Oh! Teacher Yang, this is the first time I've heard a teacher praise my son like this. I want to ask Teacher Yang, how many Tang poems did my son memorize in one class today? Is there a hundred?" Guo Xin His eyes were shining brightly, and there was still hope in his eyes!

"Mr. Guo, I think your expectations are a bit high. Your son only learned a Tang poem today."

"Only one?" Guo Xin was a little confused, his eyes were particularly disappointed, and he said, "How many words are there in that Tang poem?"

(End of this chapter)