Traveling through books: Traveling through time with a golden finger to become a soft rice man

When he arrived at the door, Yang Yuanzu handed the book box to Lin Ting'an and asked him to lower his head when he entered.

Although no one usually pays attention to Suning, he has shown his face in the school after all.

Yang Yuanzu walked in front, and Lin Ting'an followed behind, covering himself with a book box.

When they passed Feng Qingyang's position, Yang Yuanzu smiled and greeted Feng Qingyang as usual.

Lin Ting'an followed Yang Yuanzu to his seat. Remembering his wife's mysophobia, Yang Yuanzu swapped his cushion with Suning's.

Lin Ting'an sat down and asked in a low voice: "Why are you sitting in the back row? Can you hear the teacher's lecture clearly from such a distance?"

"This was the only spot that was vacant when I arrived."

No, he had a middle-row seat slightly forward when he arrived, but he wanted to fish in the back row.

Moreover, the master rarely pays attention to the back row, so Lin Ting'an will not be noticed even if he is sitting in the back row.

Yang Yuanzu took out linen, the Four Treasures of the Study, snacks and tea from his bamboo basket bag.

"You are like this every day when you come here?" Lin Ting'an was curious.

"No, I read books when I come here, and Suning does all the arranging."

In fact, most of the time he closed his eyes to catch up on his sleep, because he read too late the night before.

Lin Ting'an sat aside to help sharpen the ink. Yang Yuanzu stepped forward to take the ink stick. Lin Ting'an dodged and whispered: "Look at the other book boys who are sharpening the ink. It's too obvious that I don't do anything."

After hearing this, Yang Yuanzu accepted his wife's service with peace of mind.

Zhu Yuyan, who was sitting nearby, saw Lin Ting'an's unfamiliar face and asked Yang Yuanzu: "Why didn't Suning come today? Is he sick?"

Zhu Yuyan didn't sit in this seat before. He came earlier, so he grabbed the front seat.

The student sitting in the back reached a private deal with Zhu Yuyan, and the two changed places.

One person contributes money and the other person gives up his position.

Switching positions is very common in Shenghua College. Some students understand it, while others do not agree.

Yang Yuanzu understood that group. He knew that it was difficult for poor farmers to study. If it weren't for the advanced knowledge plug-in and Lin Ting'an, he would probably be like Zhu Yuyan now.

When Yang Yuanzu heard the question, he made up a random reason: "Suning has been away for the past few days, so I hired a new book boy to replace him... to temporarily take over as a book boy."

Temporarily changing book boys is also very common in the circle of scholars, and everyone has long been accustomed to it. What's more, Suning is just asking for leave, so there is no hot discussion.

Yang Yuanzu's answer dispelled the curiosity of several roommates who were watching. A little book boy was just sick and not worthy of their time and attention.

Zhu Yuyan and Lin Ting'an greeted each other in a friendly manner, and Lin Ting'an nodded in reply.

Zhu Yuyan's inner feeling was: This book boy's aura was so powerful, he looked like a master giving lectures to them, and he didn't look like a little book boy, and he was so beautiful.

After Lin Ting'an polished the ink, he took some time off and looked at Yang Yuanzu.

Yang Yuanzu thought about it on the table, and then said: "How about I go get a pot of hot water and you can make tea?"

Lin Ting'an wanted to fetch hot water by himself, but he had to pass through the people in front of him, so he asked Yang Yuanzu to fetch hot water and come back.

Yang Yuanzu ran out to fetch hot water diligently.

Zhu Yuyan next to him was directly shocked by this operation. Although he did not have a book boy, he knew what a book boy looked like.

It was the first time that he had seen his master treat the book boy in such a kind and flattering manner, and it was also the first time that he had seen his master go to fetch hot water.

When Yang Yuanzu walked in from the outside with a hot water bottle, the other students took a second look, and then looked at Yang Yuanzu's position as a book boy. Lin Ting'an quickly lowered his head when he saw this.

Why was Yang Yuanzu's boy so ignorant that he asked his master to fetch hot water?

But this was their own business and had nothing to do with them, so everyone turned around and went about their own business.

"They didn't look at you anymore." Yang Yuanzu said.

Lin Ting'an quietly raised his head and saw that no one paid attention to him anymore.

Yang Yuanzu opened several boxes on the table, which he usually kept in the school for temporary stomach filling or to eat when he was free.

The first box contained sugar, the second box contained dried meat, the third box contained tea leaves, and the fourth box was not opened, but he estimated that it contained pastries.

At this time, the sound of the class bell and the master's voice calling for class came from the corridor outside.

"Dingle bell, dinged bell!"

"It's time for class, all students should go back to class quickly!"

Lin Ting'an's heart was pounding. She would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous.

This is a holy place of learning that all outstanding students dream of, and he, a little brother, will sit here and listen to the class today.

The master walked in, and Lin Ting'an's expression became serious, as if he was the one who was about to attend class.

Yang Yuanzu was still waiting for Lin Ting'an to make tea. However, when his wife saw the master coming in, she sat upright like a good student. Then she realized that this was a bit obvious and shrank herself back.

The master walked in, stood still, and said: "Xing, salute!"

Everyone stood up, and Yang Yuanzu also pulled Lin Ting'an, who was at a loss, to stand up. "Master, please do it!" Then everyone sat down.

Lin Ting'an felt as if he was having fun in his heart at this moment.

Yang Yuanzu put the tea leaves into the teapot and poured boiling hot water into it. White smoke floated up, and the faint fragrance of tea came out. After the tea leaves were soaked, he poured two cups out, and then looked lazy. Start leaning back in your chair to listen to the lecture.

Everyone sits in a kneeling position. Yang Yuanzu feels that sitting on his knees for a long time is not good for his knees, so he will occasionally change to a normal sitting position when others are not paying attention.

He had insisted on sitting on his knees for a whole day, but his legs and knees were numb and painful.

Yang Yuanzu was sitting with his legs crossed, while Lin Ting'an was sitting on his knees in an orderly manner.

Yang Yuanzu opened the pastry box, placed it in front of Lin Ting'an, and then listened carefully to the lecture.

Lin Ting'an had fantasized about sitting in a classroom and studying with others before, and today his dream finally came true.

"Yang Yuanzu, this is what happened."

Suddenly Yang Yuanzu was called by the Master to answer a question. Hearing this, Yang Yuanzu stood up calmly. Everyone's attention was now on Yang Yuanzu.

"It's a rainy night, and I remember a piece of life in the thatched cottage..." The voice that answered the question was unhurried.

The master nodded, Yang Yuanzu sat down calmly, and Lin Ting'an next to him cast an admiring look.

Lin Ting'an was extremely nervous. Seeing that the master only glanced at him and then stopped paying attention to him, he slowly felt relieved.

Lin Ting'an didn't even understand the master's question just now, and only made vague guesses.

Yang Yuanzu translated what he just said in vernacular and wrote it on rice paper. Only then did Lin Ting'an understand.

Lin Ting'an was listening to the class carefully. Yang Yuanzu would secretly touch Lin Ting'an's little hand from time to time. He kept making small movements on his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the teacher or the textbook.

Lin Ting'an did not object to Yang Yuanzu's clinging to her and was even very happy inside. It seemed that the period of separation did not weaken their relationship.