Xueba, he is always fishing for me [Rebirth]

After Chen Shu left, he was going to start Chinese class.

Qin Jianqiu on the podium didn't say a word, but picked up a stack of cut paper.People sitting in the first row stood up to get it, then returned to their seats and started to pass it backwards.

Holding this square piece of paper, Ji Qingyan wondered, he didn't know what it was for.

Of course, I don't want to know at all.

Because the paper issued by the Chinese teacher, you don't even need to think about it, it must not be used for good things.

"Don't look, it's not for you to fold a thousand origami cranes." Qiu Chi loaded the ballpoint pen in his hand like a machine gun, "It's for silent writing before class."

Out of an instinctive desire to survive, Ji Qingyan asked subconsciously, "What are you silent about?"

Qiu Chi moved his hand that was sore from being pinched by him just now: ""Xiaoyaoyou", will you?" Looking at Ji Qingyan's blank eyes for a moment, he laughed a little awkwardly, and said slowly, "Yo, don't you Maybe I didn't memorize it..."

I used to memorize it, but I have already forgotten it.

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What is the first sentence of "Xiaoyaoyou"?

As soon as Qiu Chi finished speaking, Ji Qingyan immediately began to write vigorously. The first sentence was "there are fish in the north".

Ji Qingyan's idea was very simple, the first sentence finally came to his mind, he had to quickly write down everything he could think of.

"Hey," Qiu Chi bumped Ji Qingyan's elbow lightly, "What did you write?"

Ji Qingyan didn't dare to stop, and didn't even fight back when his arm was hit. He was afraid that he would forget all the remaining memories in his mind in the next second: "Write silently."

……

Qiu Chi held his chin, and saw through the cracks in his bent arms the dictation paper on his desk. On the paper were some cursive scripts written by Ji Qingyan that were about to fly upwards.

Qiu Chi said: "Isn't this just the beginning? You're still in a hurry, you like to write silently so much... Tsk tsk."

Like a fart!

But when Ji Qingyan looked up, the people around him really didn't write.Qin Jianqiu, who was standing on the podium, flipped through the lesson plans slowly, and those who didn't know would probably think she was embroidering.

What are these people doing, mind writing?

"Teacher Qin likes comprehensible dictation, so she only takes ten for the test. She doesn't need to be silent for a long time, and she doesn't want to read so much." Qiu Chi explained in a timely manner, "But... if you can only write from scratch, You can also keep the whole text silent, but she won’t wait if she can’t finish it, she will accept it when the time comes.”

Ji Qingyan suddenly had an ominous premonition, and this premonition intensified.

Then I heard Qin Jianqiu clear his throat without any input, and the first sentence he spoke was: "The first question is about the dependence of the boat on the water. The second question is about the dependence of the roc bird on the wind when it flies. sentence."

No nonsense, two questions at a time.It's the same style as Ji Qingyan's self-introduction, and it's quite concise.

And quite suddenly.

Ji Qingyan gritted his teeth, forget it, there are only ten anyway.The getaway is just that long, although it is a bit long, but it is not enough to really embroider flowers.

But he ignored a very important question, the person who can make Xu Chen have nothing to say is definitely not an ordinary person.

Every time Qin Jianqiu said two questions, he was only given 2 minutes to write. After the time passed, he would directly write two questions without stopping to wait.

He listened to Qin Jianqiu's questions gradually becoming outrageous.

Until later, Ji Qingyan even began to wonder if he had memorized a fake getaway.

"The ninth question is a sentence describing that everything in the world is subject to something and is not free. The tenth question is a sentence that writes that although Liezi can walk against the wind, he still has limitations."

The other students in Class 4 were worried that Qin Jianqiu could not finish writing in the interval time given by Qin Jianqiu, while Ji Qingyan fell into deep thought when he saw that he only had the question number but no text on the dictation paper.

……

Sure enough, the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same.

Why on earth did he come to this class.

After the dictation was finished, Ji Qingyan asked under his throat, "Isn't the exam only for memorizing the first paragraph?"

There are three excerpts from "Xiaoyaoyou" in the textbook, but only the first excerpt from the required articles for the college entrance examination. Qin Jianqiu's several questions just now belong to the super-syllabus.

According to Ji Qingyan's brain circuit, not taking the test means it's not important, and being unimportant means not knowing.

Qiu Chi calmly took the Chinese language books out of the table: "Is it true that Xueba only endorses for the college entrance examination? Young people in the new era are not studying for the rise of China." , "You little classmate, your consciousness is not up to the standard, deduct a little red flower."

……

It seems very reasonable.

He was completely unable to refute.

Ji Qingyan reluctantly took out his Chinese books and came to class, listening to Qin Jianqiu's "Xiaoyaoyou".

The content was extremely boring, but no one in the class was sleeping, so Ji Qingyan patiently listened to it.He originally thought that everything would be fine after class, and he could go to evening self-study with peace of mind.

But what really made him want to die was a Chinese homework tonight: memorizing "Song of Everlasting Sorrow".

Ji Qingyan wondered from the bottom of his heart: "Why should I recite "Song of Everlasting Regret"? Shouldn't it be "Pipa Xing"?" Did the Chinese class represent the wrong homework?

It may be that the feeling of doubt is too strong to speak out directly.

Qiu Chi wasn't in the classroom, so he didn't know where he was going for the evening self-study.

Sister Goose turned around diagonally from the front: "Xueba, I finished memorizing "Pipa Xing" last semester, so of course we will memorize the new one this semester."

Seeing Ji Qingyan's blank face, she generously began to explain to him: "Aren't there two new elective books released this semester, one of which is called 'Appreciation of Ancient Poetry and Prose'."

Ji Qingyan thought for a while, but had no impression.

After the college entrance examination, all the textbooks were thrown away. Who would remember a Chinese book? It's not important anyway.

What's more, it's still an elective.

Sister Goose took her own from the table, flipped to the table of contents and showed him: "For this book, please refer to the "Part of Poetry" at the front. There are 31 articles. Teacher Qin also sent supplementary materials, and there are some on it. I will read them later. I can borrow you to take a picture. Anyway, there are 88 articles in total, and you can call it the '[-] Project'."

Ji Qingyan was already numb: "And then..."

"Then memorize them all this semester. If you finish memorizing them ahead of time, you can go to her for random checks in advance. Teacher Qin orders three songs, and if you memorize them all, it's over."

And this kind of human suffering.

He suddenly felt that he had wrongly blamed Xu Chen. It turned out that the additional classical Chinese texts every morning were not the scariest thing.

Ji Qingyan looked like he had eaten a fly: "Then what if I haven't memorized it?"

"If you don't pass, there will be no punishment. You can find her after you have memorized it." Sister Goose pointed to the fat man sitting on her left: "Look at Sun Ming, that fat man over there. The 'March [-] Plan' has not yet been passed."

Ji Qingyan praised silently: "The Chinese teacher in your class is very individual."

Sister Goose didn't feel Xueba's implication at all, and she was even quite proud: "Of course, that's Qiushen."

"God Qiu, isn't it Qiu Chi?"

"Xueshen still has to take the second place after seeing Da Qiushen. You can understand it as..." Sister Goose frowned, and thought about it carefully: "What is it called? The young year is not as good as the big one. It should be so Use it?"

"..."

"Getaway" can't make it through this time, can it?

Do I still have to praise you for learning and using.

In order not to hand in blank papers in the first Chinese class the next day, Ji Qingyan studied hard all night.

Although he couldn't memorize "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", he could memorize the situational writing questions in the regular exam from the Internet. Anyway, Qin Jianqiu only took the situational writing test.

In this way, before officially starting to interact with Qiu Chi, he changed into the customized version of the dark circle skin in the senior year ahead of schedule.

As a result, in the Chinese class on the second day, Qin Jianqiu said: "Today, I will just be silent, from the beginning to the sentence 'spring breeze, peach and plum blossoms in the night', the first row will come over to get the paper."

……

He memorized all the sentences, but now he is told to write directly.

Ji Qingyan kicked Qiu Chi's calf: "Didn't you say that she is too lazy to read a long paragraph of dictation?"

Qiu Chi didn't know why, "Maybe she... suddenly became a little more diligent today." After all, he couldn't guess what Qiushen was thinking.

After 10 minutes, Qin Jianqiu said that the same table should be exchanged with each other, and the top student and the student god in the last row exchanged glances, inexplicably unable to explain.

It turns out that Teacher Qin didn't suddenly work hard today, but was lazy today.

What makes Ji Qingyan even more outrageous is that what Qiu Chimo wrote is verbatim, and the handwriting is so neat and outrageous.His characters are all upright, which is much more beautiful than the characters he doesn't know where he is flying.

Ji Qingyan finally understood that he himself was the biggest grievance.

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The author has something to say:

Have you ever met a Chinese teacher who is very strict with the recitation

When I was in junior high school, my Chinese teacher would really ask me to recite five poems a day, and then write them silently the next day. That’s right, I was the rookie who couldn’t memorize them and was fined to copy them the next day (miserably