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When Lin Xiucai had this idea in his mind, the more fluent Luo Xin read it, the more sarcastic he felt. When Luo Xin finished reading the Three Character Classic well, Lin Chang asked lightly:

"What's wrong with your left arm?"

"I was beaten by my grandfather." Luo Xin said honestly, without a trace of resentment in his expression.

"Oh? Why hit you?"

"There is a rumor in the village that I eavesdropped on the fact that before I entered my husband's private school, when my uncle taught me the Baijia surname, so I was able to learn it in one day and recite the Baijia surname in two days. But I lied to my husband and said that I had never learned it."

"Haha...what is actually?"

"I just asked my uncle one thing."

"What do you mean?" Lin Chang raised his eyebrows, a hint of interest appeared on his face, and the eleven friends below also raised their ears.

"How many words did my uncle teach me?"

Lin Chang's expression changed, and at this time he also realized that Luo Zhi's son was only four years old, so it was absolutely impossible for him to learn all the Hundred Family Surnames. Even if he learned the Hundred Family Surnames, how could he learn the Three Character Classic? Is the Lao Luo family specialized in child prodigy?

In this way, Luo Xin did not lie to him.

Could it be that I made a mistake in my own inference?

"How many words have your cousin learned?" Even Lin Chang didn't know that he was a little nervous at this time.

"Twenty-eight words!"

The school was silent. At this time, even the eleven friends knew that yesterday's rumors were rumors. The eyes of Luo Xin were filled with small stars again. Zhang Xun's eyes were even more brilliant.

Lin Chang began to tremble, this time he was trembling with excitement. There was a voice in his heart shouting:

"Have I met a prodigy? Is it a pity that a prodigy has become my student?"

Taking a deep breath, Lin Chang calmed down. He decided to see if Luo Xin was a child prodigy. After all, the hundred families were simpler.

"Back to your seat, you will be memorized tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

Luo Xin returned to his seat and sat down. Zhang Xun gave him a thumbs up. Luo Xin smiled at him and placed the Three Character Classic on the table. At this time, Lin Chang began to teach other students. Luo Xin closed his eyes and began to recite the Three Character Classic silently.

He memorized the Three Character Classic in his previous life, but he had already forgotten most of it. But as he memorized it silently in his heart, he began to be surprised. He found that he could memorize the Three Character Classic in his word for word. You know, he just read it through with Lin Chang. Even if he memorized it in his previous life, he should not achieve this effect!

Could it be...

Luo Xin's heart thumped. Could it be that it was because of time travel that he had a strong memory?

Luo Xinan endured the surprise in his heart and began to recall the books he had read in his previous life. In the decades of his previous life, he had read a lot of books, but even in his previous life, he could not recite all the books he had read. He had to check the information when needed. However, at this time, the knowledge that had been forgotten by memory was presented to his memory. He closed his eyes and recalled the books he had read in his previous life, and the joy between his eyebrows became stronger and stronger.

During this morning, Luo Xin was recalling the books he had read in his previous life, but in the eyes of Mr. Lin and other friends, he slept all morning with his eyes closed.

The friends were all very surprised and admired Luo Xin for her daring to sleep in her husband's class. Lin Chang's face was so gloomy that water was about to drip out of water. But he had never said anything. Since Luo Xin came to the school, he had been cold and had no intention of changing for the time being. Since he had left Luo Xin homework, it depends on whether he could memorize the Three Character Classic tomorrow.

Luo Xin and Zhang Xun walked side by side on the village road. Zhang Xun said in a barely manner. Luo Xin was a little distracted because he suddenly remembered that a good brain was not as good as a bad pen. Who knows whether the books he remembered in his previous life would gradually be forgotten as time goes by?

You have to write down all of these!

but……

The brush is written too slowly, and no matter how small the word is, it is not as good as the fountain pen in my previous life! Luo Xin couldn't help but frown, and suddenly his heart moved, turned to look at Zhang Xun, showing a bright smile:

"Zhang Xun, I remember how many geese you have in your house?"

Zhang Xun looked at Luo Xin's bright smile and his face changed: "Luo Xin, don't you want to eat my big white goose, right? My father will beat me to death."

Luo Xin rolled his eyes: "Am I that kind of person?"

"Then...what are you going to do?"

"Can you just pull out a few feathers of your big white goose?"

"Why?"

"Make a new pen."

"Really or not?"

"Of course it's true, and goose feathers cannot be eaten."

"That's how it is!" Zhang Xun's face was full of hesitation.

"I'll give you one of the pens I made!"

"Can you really make a pen?" Zhang Xun's face showed curiosity.

"certainly."

"Okay!" Zhang Xun's face showed a firm look: "You are waiting for me here, I'll pull it out for you!"

"It's going to be thick on the wings!"

"knew!"

Zhang Xun ran towards the house with his legs spread out. Luo Xin looked at the naughty child's back and prayed for him in his heart, not to be discovered by his family. In less than two quarters of an hour, Zhang Xun ran back and handed it to Luo Xin with five goose feathers in his hand.

"Give!"

Luo Xin took the five feathers and looked at them, with a happy look on his face. The five goose feathers were of good quality. He put the five goose feathers into the bookcase, reached out and patted Zhang Xun on the shoulder and said:

"I'll bring you a quill to school tomorrow."

Zhang Xun sniffed and said, "I have pulled the goose feathers for you in the danger of being beaten. You want to make me the best quill."

"What? You were discovered?"

"No!" Zhang Xun shook his head: "It's just... it's just... I took five feathers of that goose, and you can see it at a glance."

Luo Xin looked as if he had defeated him and slapped his forehead and said, "I remember that your family has several geese. You wouldn't have pulled five hairs on one goose wing, right?"

Zhang Xun nodded pitifully, Luo Xin stared at him for a long time, finally sighed, patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Take care!"

After the words came, Luo Xin turned around and left, leaving Zhang Xun's lonely figure. The cold winter wind whistled by, rolling up thousands of snow, making Zhang Xun's figure look even more tragic, and suddenly shouted at Luo Xin's back:

"I want the best pen!"

Luo Xin returned home, and after lunch, he started making quills. Seeing Luo Xin take out five big goose feathers from the bookcase, Luo Qing came over curiously.

"Brother, what are you going to do?"

"Make a pen!"

"Can this be a pen?"

"Of course."

"Xin'er, where did you get the goose feather?"

Luo walked in with a small dustpan with needles and threads on his head, his face slightly dark. Now the village has a bad impression of Luo Xin, and she is afraid that Luo Xin will do something that lacks morality.

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