The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 3106 Two Stacks of Books

Zong Moju saw that on the wall in front of him, there were black-green plates hanging on the snow-white wall, and eight simplified red characters were hung above the blackboard.

Study hard and make progress every day.

A young man who looked almost exactly like Fang Yun stood on the podium in front of the blackboard, except that Fang Yun had two small black frames on his nose and in front of his eyes, and the small black frames were embedded with transparent crystal pieces.

In front of Teacher Fang Yun, there was also a wooden podium.

Zong Moju looked around. The classroom was neatly arranged with yellow-brown wooden tables and chairs. Many children wearing white tops and blue jackets were trying to sit upright on the chairs.

These children were cleaner and healthier than those in Shengyuan Continent. Most of them had blinking eyes and were full of curiosity. Some of them had tears on their faces, some were nervous and motionless, and some were smiling.

Zong Moju looked up and saw that there were long and thin cylindrical luminous objects hanging on the roof. There were three bright large windows on the right, and the glass on the windows was as transparent as crystal.

"Hello, students!" Fang Yun, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, smiled and greeted everyone.

"Hello, teacher!" The children shouted loudly, their energetic voices bursting out of the window, making everything in the small classroom sprout.

Zong Moju watched curiously as the young man on the podium picked up the small white object and wrote two words on the black and green board.

Fang Yun.

"My name is Fang Yun. From today on, I am the head teacher of our first grade class, and I will teach you Chinese and mathematics. Dear students, you must study hard and listen carefully. If an eraser or pen falls on the ground, you must wait until the end of get out of class to pick it up, because if you pick it up during class, you will be distracted and may not understand it for the next ten years."

The children didn't understand much, but just thought it was fun.

Zong Moju lowered his head slightly and looked at himself. He had small arms and legs and was dressed like other children.

Zong Moju looked up at Teacher Fang Yun and found that Teacher Fang Yun didn't pay special attention to him. After a little thought, he realized that this Fang Yun was a fake Fang Yun created by Shengnian. He didn't have real consciousness and was just one of the countless people in Shengnian's world.

"This should be a school for aliens, right? Since you are here, you should make the best of it." Zong Moju smiled and began to listen to the class seriously like all the children.

Next, Zong Moju started to sing in the voice of a first-grade student.

"Everyone, follow me, ah...oh...uh..."

"Heaven...earth...man..."

"Classmates, sing with me. The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, and the birds are saying, early, early, early..."

"Today we will learn addition within one to five. Follow me, 1 plus 1 equals 2."

"Now I will teach you to recognize triangles and circles..."

Zong Moju studied silently. He had a feeling that in the eyes of Teacher Fang Yun, he was a retard!

In the first few days of school, Zong Moju could still bear it, but as he went on, he had an indescribable feeling. Because his holy thoughts were very weak at this time, he even felt irritated.

As a half-saint, being taught the simplest things like a little kid, Zong Moju felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat and might spit out at any time.

He had to take a full class in one day, and was also elected as the class monitor, responsible for taking care of all the classmates. This was the most helpless thing for Zong Moju.

When his own child was born, Zong Moju was not as careful as he is now!

"Can this be considered a test of the holy thoughts? Fang Yun, Fang Yun, you are just delaying time and wearing out my patience. Even if my holy thoughts are only a trace, not as strong as the main body, it is impossible to be so fragile."

Then hurt each other!

So, Zong Moju became the coolest boy in the class, always keeping a blank expression. Once asked a question, he answered quickly and correctly. No matter what happened in the class, he could solve it perfectly and get a little red flower every week.

Many boys began to envy Zong Moju and joined hands to suppress him, but the girls in the class protected him firmly.

Therefore, there are basically three themes for Class 1, Grade 1 this year: study, exams, and attack or protect Zong Moju.

This caused the blood in Zong Moju's throat to accumulate more and more.

Zong Moju was full of disappointment in Fang Yun. He didn't expect Fang Yun to use such a method.

Time passed day by day, and two semesters passed quickly. After the final exam, Teacher Fang Yun praised Zong Moju especially.

I don't know why, looking at those young faces, Zong Moju felt a special sense of accomplishment.

The cool little Zong Moju raised his eyebrows and looked at Teacher Fang Yun who was talking on the podium, with a subtle mockery on his expression. If he continued like this, he would not lose!

Teacher Fang Yun finished talking nonstop, and finally smiled at everyone, saying: "After the summer vacation, in the second grade, we will have more subjects and learn more difficult knowledge. Everyone should make good use of this summer vacation and never play around, because this may be the most important summer vacation in your life!"

After Teacher Fang Yun finished speaking, he scanned the class.

Zong Moju's body stiffened, and suddenly he felt that this teacher Fang Yun looked at him meaningfully.

"What does this Fang Yun want to do? The first grade is so easy, how difficult will the second grade be? Will it be learning politics? I, Zong Moju, am waiting!"

Afterwards, Zong Moju felt that time was passing by very quickly. He had experienced many holy thoughts and discussions until this was the test of entering the second year, so he crossed his arms and still looked cool.

The changes in front of him stopped.

A slightly older but still young classmate appeared in the classroom, but each classmate had a red scarf around his neck.

Because the teacher didn't come, the classroom was in an uproar, boys and girls were arguing, only Zong Moju still sat in his seat with his arms folded across his chest. Many little girls secretly looked at her with admiration in their eyes.

"Huh?"

Zong Moju suddenly turned his head to look at the door of the classroom, and saw Teacher Fang Yun holding a thick stack of books in one hand, walking into the classroom like an acrobat.

The classroom was quiet in an instant, and then Teacher Fang Yun put two stacks of books on the podium.

Each stack of books had more than thirty books!

"Dear students, these books are our second-grade courses." Teacher Fang Yun smiled slightly and pushed the glasses on his nose.

Zong Moju had a feeling that Teacher Fang Yun's glasses reflected a cold light!

Zong Moju hurriedly looked at the two stacks of books carefully, and through the spines, he could see the titles of the books.

Zong Moju looked confused, even more confused than when he first came to this classroom.

"Republic", "Origin of Species", "Critique of Pure Reason", "Capital", "Calculus", "Discrete Mathematics", "Real Variable Function", "Chaotic System", "Latin Basics", "Introduction to Law", "Global History", "Mathematical Physics Methods", "Topology", "Foundations of Quantum Mechanics", "Selected Works", "Artificial Intelligence", "Social Psychology", "Physical Chemistry", "Neural Networks and Machine Learning", "Basics and Applications of Big Data", "Macroeconomics"

……

Zong Moju only read half of it and felt dizzy.

Why do I know every word, but I have no idea what it means when I put them together?