Ordinary morning, student dormitory.

Accompanied by the sound of birds coming from outside the window, the students on the couch hummed like piglets in the mud pit, covering their heads with quilts in the gradually bright morning light, wriggling and tossing.

"Is it dawn?"

"Brother Song, close the window, it's so noisy..."

"Shut up, it's 7:30!"

Finally, someone lifted the quilt and held a chicken coop, and woke up the whole dormitory with the momentum of a rooster crowing: "Wake up! There is eight in the morning today!"

The wriggling sound became louder, and several people on the bunk were rubbing back and forth on the narrow bed, moaning in a sleepy way.

"Why is it another morning class...what is it?"

"It's the talisman drawing... No! That's the second section!" The man who first slapped his face and his expression instantly collapsed, "Damn it! Today's first section is Wendao class, just the Wendao class of that new teacher!"

As soon as these words were said, the students who were wriggling like piglets seemed to hear the slaughter order on the spot.

"Why is it Thursday again?"

"Today I'm going to listen to that old man Yan Ruyu's literary speech?"

"Help! Why isn't Teacher Wei..."

"Shh, maybe that invisible teacher will listen now, be careful that it tells the news..."

Amid the wailing sounds, the people in the dormitory still got up, dressed in their clothes and looked as if they were ashamed, washed their faces and looked as if they were home. Finally, they walked towards the teaching building with the resolute steps of the wind whistle and Yi Shuihan.

The spacious classroom was full of people, and everyone's faces were full of dull expressions. When the bell of class rang at 8 o'clock, Yan Ruyu, wearing a white robe, walked into the classroom, coughed a few times, and sat cross-legged on the podium, opening her mouth slowly.

"Today, I will continue to talk about the way to cultivate the mind - there is a way, and cultivating immortals must first cultivate the mind. Those who cultivate the mind are gentlemen. "On the gentlemen" says that women are gentlemen and Confucians, and inaction villains..."

Wu Hao sat in the front seat, trying his best to prick up his ears and follow Yan Ruyu's speech speed, and remembered it in his hand, not long after, he was already sweating profusely.

And beside him, the other students had stiff expressions and dull eyes. They sat there notes and took notes, but even listened to the left ear and the right ear. More people were already drowsy, relying on a breath of spiritual energy to push them.

"A small amount of effort will accumulate soil to form a mountain... Everyone makes it, and if you do it, you will become a gentleman... I will be quiet to cultivate myself, frugal to cultivate virtue, and those who are sincere will be able to open up metal and stone... This is the way of a gentleman and the basis for cultivating the mind..."

Wen Sheng is worthy of being Wen Sheng, and he can easily pick up all kinds of classics. Don’t talk about lesson plans, you don’t even have to take books. Just relying on what you learn in your heart, you can talk endlessly, and the content is imaginative. It is like the charming bitches outside who read PPT.

If Wei Ze sat here and listened, he would definitely have to admire him. As a Chinese teacher, he knew from the first time he heard that the literature, Neo-Confucianism and even Confucianism philosophy contained in Yan Ruyu's content was simply vast, and any modern teacher was not worthy of carrying his shoes in front of him.

However, for these students, especially most of them are students with poor high school grades, listening to the lectures of the Tang Dynasty teacher is no different from listening to heavenly books.

What kind of Taoist heart? What kind of gentleman? What kind of Confucianism? They can understand every word, but when they are connected, they can make people doubt their Chinese listening level.

And the most terrible thing is... because Yan Ruyu is not preparing for the lesson, there is not even a textbook to refer to in this lesson!

Therefore, the scenes of Wendao class are often like this: Yan Ruyu, who is still strong, stands on the stage and hangs the Lianghe River, and the students with a confused look on their faces are stunned and cannot learn even if they want to learn. Except for a few people who use notes to force themselves to concentrate, the remaining students sit there and feel that they are being tortured.

If it weren't for the existence of no fun in the ears, those who skipped classes would have to suffer from the torture of the magic sound in their ears, the attendance rate of this class would have probably fallen below the ground.

A pair of unsightly eyes glanced at the wall clock on the wall every minute, which was like a year. As the hour hand finally approached its head, the students' expressions became vivid, and this vitality reached its peak at the moment of the moment.

It's time to go!

Everyone was about to cheer in their hearts, staring at Yan Ruyu's mouth and waiting for him to spit out the word "subscription". Then Yan Ruyu took a breath and said slowly: "Then in the end, I will briefly talk about this way of being a king..."

The students' eyes were talking: "..."

...

Seeing the wall clock turn halfway, Mr. Wen Sheng finally shut up with unsatisfactory expressions, facing the students with wonderful expressions, and said leisurely: "...At this point, the way to cultivate the mind has been completed. What are you confused about?"

It's quiet.

Don't call me, don't call me... the students are praying in their hearts.

"Everyone has understood what it is? Very good." Yan Ruyu then stood up slowly and whispered her long sleeves, "Then, get out of class will be over."

Just as he stepped out of the classroom, the students sitting below fell like overthrown dominoes, and their faces looked like earthy, as if they had just recovered from a serious illness.

"Oh my god, it's finally over..."

"Who am I, where am I, what did I listen to?"

"Is this teacher a human? I'll drag it out for half an hour..."

Wu Hao listened to the mourning around him, and finished the last line with sweat, swaying his wrist, which was a little sore, and started to check with a tangled look on his face.

"It's over, it seems like a part is missing in the end..."

He recalled carefully and couldn't remember what Yan Ruyu said, but he had no choice but to rely on others, so he turned around and prepared to ask Xiao Youyu behind him.

"Hey, did you remember the part about the 'encouragement' just now..."

When he turned his head, Xiao Youyu had a talisman on his head, and he was sleeping soundly on the table.

"…Forget it." Wu Hao silently closed his pen cap and started to review the unknown handwriting he had written down.

It was clearly something I just wrote down, but as he looked at it, he felt that he almost couldn't recognize his words.

As I was dizzy, the wailing sounds of the classmates around me suddenly became quiet. Someone's footsteps entered the classroom, and then a familiar voice came from the podium in front.

"Classmates, early. Today, I will talk about the Fire Control Talisman homework left in the last class. Who would like to show it..."

Hum? Have you arrived at Teacher Wei’s talisman class?

As soon as he raised his eyes, he caught Xiao Youyu who was sleeping in the back in his eyes and blinked. The sleepiness was swept away in the blink of an eye. If it weren't for the red marks in the shape of fingers on his face, it would be hard to imagine that he would have been sleeping dark a few minutes ago.

Looking at the classmates around him, the reaction was different from him.
Chapter completed!