Saint of the Confucian way

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

study hard and make progress every day.

A young man as like as two peas in the front of the blackboard stood on the bridge, and there were two small black frames on his nose and eyes, and a transparent crystal on the small black frame.

In front of teacher Fang Yun, there is a wooden platform.

Zong moju looked around. There were yellowish brown wooden tables and chairs in the classroom. Many children in white coats and blue coats were trying to sit upright on the chairs.

These children are cleaner and healthier than those in Shengyuan. Most of them have flickering eyes and are full of curiosity. Some have tears on their faces, some are nervous and motionless, and some are smiling.

Zong moju looked up. There were slender cylindrical luminescent objects hanging on the roof. There were three bright large windows on the right. The glass on the windows was as transparent as crystal.

"Hello, students!" Fang Yun in white shirt and black trousers greeted everyone with a smile.

"Hello, teacher!" the children shouted, and the vibrant voice wanted to break through the window, so that everything in the small classroom germinated.

Zong moju watched curiously. The young man on the podium picked up a small white thing and wrote two words on a large black-green board.

Fang Yun.

"My name is Fang Yun. From today on, I'm the head teacher of our class once a year and teach you Chinese and mathematics at the same time. You students, you should study hard and listen carefully. If a rubber or pen falls to the ground, you must pick it up after class, because if you pick it up in class and distract yourself, you may never understand it in the next ten years."

The children don't understand, they just think it's fun.

Zong moju slightly lowered his head and took a look at himself. He was wearing the same clothes as other children.

Zong moju looked up at Fang Yun and found that Fang Yun didn't pay special attention to himself. After a little thought, he realized that Fang Yun was a fake Fang Yun made by Shengnian. He didn't have real consciousness. He was just a member of all living beings in Shengnian world.

"This should be a foreign school? If you come, you will be at ease." Zong moju smiled and began to listen carefully like all children.

Next, Zong moju began the voice of the first grade of primary school.

"Everyone read to me, ah... Oh... Er..."

"Heaven... Earth... People..."

"The students sing with me. The sun shines in the sky, the flowers smile at me, and the bird says, early..."

"Today we learn to add from one to five. Read to me, 1 plus 1 equals 2."

"Now I teach you about triangles and circles..."

Zong moju studied silently. He had a feeling that he was mentally retarded in the eyes of teacher Fang Yun!

A few days before school, Zong moju could stand it, but he felt unspeakable when he was on his feet. Because his holy thoughts had little power at this time, he even felt irritable.

He was taught the simplest thing like a child. Zong moju felt that an old blood was held in his throat and could spit out at any time.

But one day I have to have a complete class, and I am also elected as the monitor. I am responsible for taking care of all my classmates. This is the place where Zong moju has no choice.

When his child was born, Zong moju was not as careful as now!

"Can this be regarded as the test of the holy thoughts on Taoism? Fang Yun, Fang Yun, you are just delaying time and killing my patience. Even if there is only a trace of the holy thoughts of my residence, it can't be so fragile."

Then hurt each other!

Therefore, Zong moju became the coolest little boy in the class and always kept expressionless. Once asked a question, he answered quickly and correctly. No matter what happened in the class, he could solve it perfectly and have a little red flower every week.

Many boys began to envy Zong moju and joined hands to suppress Zong moju. However, the girls in the class firmly protected Zong moju.

Therefore, one class a year, this year basically has three themes, learning, examination, combating or protecting Zong moju.

This caused the blood in Zong moju's throat to accumulate and thicken.

Zong moju was disappointed with Fang Yun. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun played this means.

As time went by, he soon spent two semesters. After the final exam, teacher Fang Yun especially praised Zong moju.

I don't know why. Looking at the young faces, Zong moju felt a special sense of achievement.

Cool Xiao Zong moju raised his eyebrows and looked at the teacher Fang Yun who talked on the podium. His expression was slightly mocked. If he continued to do so, he would not lose!

Mr. Fang Yun talked endlessly and finally smiled at everyone and said, "in the second grade after the summer vacation, we will have more subjects and learn more difficult knowledge. We should make good use of this summer vacation and don't play too much, because this may be the most important summer vacation in your life!"

Teacher Fang Yun finished and glanced at the whole class.

Zong moju's body was stiff. Suddenly, he felt that the teacher Fang Yun took a deep look at himself.

"What exactly does Fang Yun want to do? The first grade is so simple. Where will it be difficult for the second grade? Will it be learning politics? I'll stay in moju and wait!"

Subsequently, Zong moju felt that time passed quickly. He had experienced many holy thoughts and teachings until it was about to enter the test of the second year, so he held his chest in his arms and still looked cool.

The immediate change stopped.

There are a little bigger but still young students in the classroom, but each student has a red scarf around his neck.

Because the teacher didn't come, the classroom was fried, and boys and girls were noisy. Only Zong moju still sat in his seat with his arms around his chest. Many little girls looked at her secretly, their eyes full of worship.

"Huh?"

Zong moju suddenly turned his head and looked at the door of the classroom. He saw that teacher Fang Yun came into the classroom with a thick stack of books in one hand, just like acrobatics.

The classroom was instantly quiet. Then, teacher Fang Yun put two stacks of books on the podium.

There are more than thirty books in each stack!

"Dear students, these books are our second grade courses." teacher Fang Yun smiled and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Zong moju has a feeling that teacher Fang Yun's lens reflects cold light!

Zong moju hurried to read two stacks of books carefully. Through the spine, you can see the title of the book.

Zong moju looked blankly, more blankly 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, Fundamentals of Latin, introduction to law, general history of the world, methods of mathematical physics, topology, Fundamentals of quantum mechanics, anthology, artificial intelligence, social psychology and physical chemistry Neural network and machine learning, big data foundation and application, macroeconomics

……

Zong moju was dizzy when he only saw half of it.

Why do you know every word, but you don't know what it means.