The sound of memorizing in the classroom hovered in the ears like buzzing flies. Ye Xiaoyang was reciting "Li Sao" absent-mindedly, but his mind was no longer in the book.

Luo Yi's petite body was wrapped in a wide school uniform, with her arms hanging down to her side, only half of her palm exposed.

Liang Qin stared at the textbook like a hawk, trying hard to find possible flaws in the content she recited.

Two minutes later, Liang Qin turned a page and Luo Yi continued to recite.

"She has memorized all the dense pages?" Zhou Jiahang was surprised. "This old woman is so perverted. She is not giving up now. Do you expect her to memorize them all? How is it possible?"

Ye Xiaoyang closed the textbook "bang", bypassed Zhou Jiahang, and walked forward.

"The waist is like a stream of silk, the ears are full of bright moons. The fingers are like a peeling onion roots, and the mouth is like a red elixir. Take fine steps—" Luo Yi was reciting "The Peacock Flying Southeast" when he was suddenly interrupted by a voice.

"Teacher Liang, I've finished memorizing it." Ye Xiaoyang came over at some point.

Liang Qin pressed the book down, glanced at Ye Xiaoyang, and said suspiciously: "Is it finished memorizing so soon?"

She looked at the clock behind the classroom. It must have been five or six minutes since she just checked Ye Xiaoyang.

"You will recite it when I finish checking her." Liang Qin didn't want to let Luo Yi go.

Ye Xiaoyang: “…”

Luo Yi looked at Ye Xiaoyang like a ignorant little rabbit, his heart pounding.

He is here, why did she suddenly feel a little nervous?

Liang Qin knocked on the table and reminded Luo Yi: "Secretly take fine steps and continue."

Luo Yi came back to his senses and opened his mouth to recite: "Smart steps are exquisite and unparalleled in the world. When I went to the hall to worship my mother, my mother was angry..."

Luo Yi's voice was not loud, but her pronunciation was very clear. Every note was bitten very accurately, and she had never even had a stuck.

These words are like a warm spring water, slowly flowing into Ye Xiaoyang's heart, making him feel inexplicably relieved.

It turns out that she is not as weak as a rabbit... as soft as silk as the reed grass mentioned in the poem.

"Handling under the tree in the courtyard, hanging on the southeast branches... Thank you for future generations, be careful not to forget." When the last syllable fell, Luo Yi let out a long sigh-fortunately, she did not make a fool of himself in front of him.

Liang Qin found that the new classmate in front of her was incredible. She originally wanted to see where Luo Yi could recite it, but she didn't expect that she memorized it all, so smooth that she couldn't even pick out the thorns.

"Can you write your words?" Liang Qin asked, "Take three million yuan and write it to me."

Luo Yi's fingers gently stroked a corner of the desk, and the order of strokes was correct.

Finally, a hint of appreciation appeared in Liang Qin's eyes: "Good, sit down."

When the classmates around him saw that Luo Yi had actually passed Liang Qin's hellish assessment, they began to whisper.

"Ye Xiaoyang hasn't passed, has she passed?"

"I am still memorizing "The Peacock Flying Southeast", which is much longer than my few poems."

"So amazing, I really can't tell."

Ding Ling, who was separated from Luo Yi, couldn't help but use her elbow to pound her deskmate Chen Shuang: "Hey, have you seen it? Someone has passed."

Chen Shuang glanced at Luo Yi and said indifferently: "What's so great about this? It's just a rote memorization. If I could recite it with some effort, I just didn't want to waste time memorizing it."

Ding Ling was speechless. He wanted to say that Ye Xiaoyang was proud, Chen Shuang was a hundred times more proud than Ye Xiaoyang.

She never missed her classmates who were not very good at academic performance. The efforts of these classmates were probably just a joke in her eyes.

In fact, Ding Ling felt that Chen Shuang's mind was far worse than Ye Xiaoyang. She had to study hard to achieve her current results.

This always means a little bit like a fifty step and a hundred steps.

Liang Qin's attention returned to Ye Xiaoyang: "You can start memorizing it, it's still "Li Sao"."

Luo Yi quietly turned half of her head and looked at Ye Xiaoyang. Her eyes were clear and she seemed to be cheering him up.

Ye Xiaoyang: “…”

It hurt a little. He had only read for a while, but he had not had time to memorize the following content.

This is probably going to make a fool of yourself.

Ye Xiaoyang started to carry it from scratch, Liang Qin did not lower her requirements at all, and she would sweep her eyes with her eyes whenever she got stuck.

"If I feel that I believe in it and practice it, how can I hurt my chin?" When I arrived at the place where I fell, Ye Xiaoyang's speech slowed down significantly, "I will slap the roots of the wood to form the thorns, and penetrate the fallen stamens of the lyrics."

He paused and searched for the following sentences in his memory. He slowly said: "Correction of the cinnamon to sew the orchids, and the ropes are scattered."

There are only the last three sentences left in the excerpt. Ye Xiaoyang seems to have a difficult childbirth. Every time he says one more sentence, it is a great progress.

"Although it is not as good as the people today..."

After the word "Xi", the following text is gone.

If you beat this back and get a heavy back, it would be too detrimental to face. Ye Xiaoyang thought to himself.

Luo Yi turned the book to the page of "Li Sao", raised it up, and gestured to Ye Xiaoyang to look here with his eyes.

Ye Xiaoyang saw it, but the words in the textbook were too small and he couldn't recognize it for a while.

Luo Yi guessed that Ye Xiaoyang probably forgot the word at the beginning of the next line, but she couldn't read it loudly in front of Liang Qin.

She had a sudden inspiration and said, "The holy worrys about a thousand acres, and the Jia Seedlings recommend two... I hope to make branches of thousands of years according to the trees."

Ye Xiaoyang didn't know what she was lying, but when she was lying the last sentence, she specially emphasized the pronunciation of the word "王yi".

He understood that she was giving him a prompt. The method of this prompt was too clever and he really couldn't do such a thing without any ink in his stomach.

Ye Xiao raised his lips and recited: "I hope to follow Peng Xian's legacy."

The last sentence is a famous line from "Li Sao", which he naturally recited: "I sigh for a long time and cover my tears, mourning the hardships of people's livelihood."

Ye Xiaoyang's performance was unsatisfactory, and Liang Qin nodded and signaled that he could go back.

He sat back in his seat, and Zhou Jiahang was envious of Ye Xiaoyang so quickly.

"The whole class is standing, you two are sitting, are you embarrassed?" Zhou Jiahang complained dissatisfied.

Why are you embarrassed?

This shows that they are made of heaven and earth.

Ye Xiaoyang sat at peace.

After two Chinese classes, everyone was tortured by various ancient Chinese languages ​​and was dizzy.

As soon as the bell rang, Qian Jiayun sat down and was so tired: "The Chinese teacher has reached menopause, he is simply sick."

Qian Jiayun lay down for a while before she recovered. She said to Luo Yi: "You are so amazing, "The Peacock Flying Southeast", when did you carry it?"

She doesn't remember that Luo Yi usually spends a lot of time memorizing ancient poems and essays.

"After learning it, I will memorize it." Luo Yi said calmly, "This article is very rhyme and catchy. It is still a narrative poem, which is not very difficult."

"Not difficult?" Qian Jiayun only felt very magical. "That long article is not difficult to tell me? I haven't even recited the "Red Cliff Fu"..."

"If you want to say it is difficult, it is still more difficult in "Li Sao"." Luo Yi analyzed, "It is not very rhyme, there are many rare characters, and the meaning is relatively abstract."

"So I said Ye Xiaoyang and you are a bit perverted. I will recite the first few sentences of "Li Sao" in my mind." Qian Jiayun said.

These ancient poems and essays are usually collected until the second and third grades of high school, and only require memorizing the required exams. The extracurricular selection exams are like a vast ocean, and you can only rely on luck to find a needle in the sea during the college entrance examination.

Luo Yi turned around and looked at Ye Xiaoyang's position.

It's empty, and I don't know where the person has gone.

She lowered her head and looked at a piece of pink cardboard pressing under the Chinese textbook, and sighed silently in her heart. How could she tell him?

Ye Xiaoyang has been in a good mood these two days because he can always accidentally run into Luo Yi's eyes that frequently peeks in the back row.

She seemed to be testing his reaction like a kitten that looked at her head.

But whenever the two of them had their eyes met, she immediately turned back like an electric cat.

He was sure that she was peeking at him.

Ye Xiaoyang wanted to ask her if she had anything to say to him, but she was afraid that she would be too shy, so he didn't mention this, just pretending that she had not noticed her abnormal behavior these two days.

No matter what, it should be a boy who takes the initiative in that kind of thing? But when she thought that she was not familiar with him, it would be better to be an ordinary friend first, so she would not be embarrassed to speak and do things like this.

Finally, when it was Saturday night when the evening self-study was over, Luo Yi couldn't hold it anymore and walked to Ye Xiaoyang's table.

Ye Xiaoyang was packing up his things and preparing to go home, but Zhou Jiahang was already waiting for him.

"That..." Luo Yi said carefully, "I have something I want to tell you."

Ye Xiaoyang instantly stopped packing his things and asked, "What's the matter?"

When Zhou Jiahang saw Luo Yi's appearance of Ai'ai, he thought that Ye Xiaoyang's good things were coming, so he immediately waved his hand at Ye Xiaoyang with great tactfulness: "I'll leave first."

After saying that, he patted Ye Xiaoyang on the shoulder meaningfully and cheered up his brothers.

After Zhou Jiahang left, Luo Yi handed the pink cardboard that had been collected for several days to Ye Xiaoyang.

Is this a love letter prepared?

Ye Xiaoyang was in a good mood, but she was indeed too reserved.

Ye Xiaoyang has never suspected that she is close to infinite charm among the opposite sex group. Judging from Luo Yi's performance over the past few days, she must have some interest in him.
To be continued...