Song Menghua: At the beginning, ask to marry Sheng Minglan

"This girl is an afterthought."

"A promise is a promise, can you still go back on your word?"

He was just about to say why he didn't stop him earlier in the morning, but suddenly it occurred to him that she seemed to have no chance to stop her.

At that time, Mo Lan and Ru Lan were there, how could she dare to talk to him?

He shook his head and smiled, picking up his pen.

On the back of this note, I rewrote a few words and handed it to Buwei.

moment.

The note was quickly returned to Ming Lan's hands.

She had just left the school at that time.

Taking the note from Xiao Tao's hand, she first looked around nervously, and then unfolded it carefully.

"I haven't asked you yet—why aren't your desserts sweet?"

"Is sugar expensive?"

"Shall I send some over to Grandma?"

"ps: Your handwriting is really ugly!"

After reading it, Minglan was stunned.

She turned it over and looked at her words again.

The whole person is not well.

"Is this the time to say sweet or not?"

"She's worried about him."

"What is he worrying about?"

Also, that's her grandmother, why should he yell like that?

Also, what are those last two symbols?

Minglan tightly held the note in her hand, her eyes narrowed like crescent moons.

"turn out to be."

"He knows everything."

"Just not afraid."

……

Afternoon class.

As time passed, Xuexue Zhuang finally felt the turmoil in the school today.

He was in a good mood these two days, so he asked with a smile.

"I see that you are all restless."

"Is there any happy event in the house today?"

The voice just fell.

Ru Lan, who had been looking at the sky outside, suddenly stood up.

"Master, there is nothing wrong with the house."

"Brother Yuanruo is going to Fan Lou today to meet those who bullied Second Brother and Second Uncle..."

With a small mouth like a machine gun, she explained the whole thing clearly.

Zhuang pedant was dumbfounded.

Zeng Gong!

Ouyang Xiu's proud disciple, how could he not know!

He looked at Qi Heng with complicated eyes.

"I said it, why not be frivolous or presumptuous if you want him to be."

"But this is to challenge Zeng Gong and Zeng Zigu... This span is too big."

He pondered for a while, and said slowly: "If it's just a comparison of memory, Yuan Ruo will be safe."

"Even if Uncle Ouyang Yong came in person, we may not be afraid of him."

"I'm just worried about the teacher—"

"If his memory is not as good as it is, and he wants to be better than others, what should he do?"

"That Zeng Gong's literary talents are brilliant, and he is famous all over Bianjing. It is not a lie."

heard.

Sheng Changbai nodded again and again, deeply convinced.

Gu Tingye didn't take it seriously, and replied casually: "Master, don't worry, the students have already talked to them."

"This competition is only about basic skills."

"The comparison is the memory."

Zhuang Xuejiao shook his head and smiled, "You, you are still too young."

"The literati look down on each other, which is far more complicated than you imagine."

"I'm just asking you."

"If they lose, but don't admit defeat, and insist on comparing others, what can you do?"

Gu Tingye frowned.

"As agreed, they won't..."

"Nothing is impossible."

Zhuang pedant interrupted him.

"For them, the agreement is a small matter, but the face is a big matter."

"I want them to admit that they are not as good as Yuan Ruo... not as good as a son of a rich man."

"Ah……"

Speaking of it.

Mo Lan stood up, and she looked at Qi Heng with winking eyes.

"Bi, Bi, brother Yuan Ruo, how could he be afraid of them?"

"Then Zeng Gong has a good literary talent."

"Brother Yuan Ruo's poems are also unparalleled."

Zhuang Xuexue did not speak.

No one answered Mo Lan's words.

How can I explain the truth to a brainless little girl?

Qi Heng's literary talent was also well-known in the audience.

It can only be said that it is hard to compare with Zeng Gong's scientific examination.

Chapter 30

"Actually, as a teacher, I think you don't have to force too much."

"To learn from each other, the original purpose is to learn from each other's strengths and make up for their weaknesses, and to master each other."

"It's like a long cypress."

"You lost to Cheng Hao on Confucianism last time, but you don't know that he studied with Zhou Dunyi, and he already has profound attainments in Confucianism."

"If you compare your weaknesses to his strengths, how can you win?"

"If not, why didn't he compare the criminal law with you?"

"Let's talk about Zhonghuai again."

"You have lost to Zhang Zai and Zeng Gong in terms of literary talent and knowledge, but you don't even think about it—how many years have you been studying?"

"You have practiced martial arts since childhood, and you have only given up martial arts in recent years to follow literature."

"But what about them?"

"They are bubbling in the pile of books, how do you compare?"

"That's why it is true that you are not arrogant in victory and not discouraged in defeat."

Maybe it was because he noticed that the mood in the study hall was getting low, Zhuang Xuejiao was so comforting.

He is indeed worthy of a famous teacher.

It is very rare to be able to discover the strengths and weaknesses of his students and give them confidence in this era.

Sure enough, Sheng Changbai was slightly refreshed.

Gu Tingye did not change much.

——With his desire to win, once he is on the edge of a dead end, he will never listen to any persuasion.

Zhuang Xuexue smiled and said: "Let's talk about it again."

"With Yuan Ruo's ability, the endorsement has already been firmly won."

"This is clearly invincible!"

"Even if they ask questions again, it's nothing more than one win and one loss, that is, unbeaten and undefeated."

"This result—"

"No matter what you think, as a teacher, as long as I think about it, my disciple and Uncle Ouyang Yong's disciple are tied... I can wake up laughing from my dreams!"

Speaking of it.