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Chapter 71 The effect is good
Fan Zuiren saw the bottle cap on the table, on which a drop of knowledge liquid shone like a pearl.

Fan Zuiren's tongue unconsciously licked his lips, and made another "sucking" sound.

Regardless of the image, he directly put the bottle cap into his mouth and sucked on it, sucking the last drop of knowledge liquid into his mouth.

When the drop of knowledge liquid was sucked up, he even licked the bottle cap clean.

After licking it clean, Fan Zuiren put the bottle cap on the table and looked at Yang Yifan: "Mr. Yang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, the more you like this bottle of drink, the happier the teacher will be. The cleaner you drink, the better the three hundred Tang poems you have mastered. Now, please don't think about anything, just savor the taste of that bottle of drink , call up the big screen in my mind."

According to Yang Yifan's prompt, Fan Zuiren brought out the big golden screen and said, "Mr. Yang, the big golden screen has appeared. What should we do next?"

"Next, please take a look at how many Tang poems are on that big screen."

"okay!"

Fan Zuiren saw the catalog of 151 Tang poems and said, "Mr. Yang, including yesterday's poems, there are 151 poems in total, and the titles of each poem have pinyin. Can these poems be opened?"

"Hmm! You can try it and memorize Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing", I'll listen to it."

"Well, yes, Teacher Yang!"

Fan Zuiren first locked the poem "Xia Ke Xing" with his spiritual sense. Although he was illiterate, the titles on it were all in pinyin. As long as he thought about it, the three words "Xia Ke Xing" appeared.

Click on the word "Xia Ke Xing", and the entire poem "Xia Ke Xing" will appear on the big golden screen.

Fan Zuiren's eyes were shining brightly, and he said: ""Xia Ke Xing", Tang, Li Bai. Zhao Keman Huying, Wu Hook is frosty and snowy. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star..."

Although Fan Zuiren was illiterate, the pinyin in the poem could make its own sound, as if he was reading along, and his proficiency was definitely better than that of a person who relied on ordinary memory.

But this kind of memory is a more advanced memory, and its durability is longer than ordinary memory. As for whether the memory will be affected after the head is seriously injured, Yang Yifan still doesn't know.

"If you die as a chivalrous person, you will not be ashamed of the world.

Who can write your Excellency, Bai Shou Tai Xuan Sutra. "

Fan Zuiren listened to the voice in his head, and recited "Xia Ke Xing" verbatim, especially when he recited the last four sentences, Fan Zuiren's voice was full of emotion and emotion, which made Yang Yifan amazed.

After Fan Zuiren finished reciting it, he was shocked and said: "Mr. Yang, this is really incredible. I can't even read this poem, but I actually memorized it."

With a pleasant smile on Yang Yifan's face, he said, "That's right, you have memorized the poem "Xia Ke Xing"."

"But Teacher Yang, will others hear the sound of the beautiful woman in my head reading?" Fan Zuiren was very worried about this problem, and his face suddenly sank, as if the magnificent lake suddenly froze.

"No!" Yang Yifan said with certainty: "That sound is the deepest sound in your mind. It can only be heard by your ears. It is impossible for others to hear that sound no matter what they use, because the sound has already mixed with the sound. Your memories merged together."

"Oh, that's right! Then I'm relieved."

Fan Zuiren clicked on every Tang poem and looked at it. Finally, he said to Yang Yifan: "Teacher Yang, I just looked at it. The 151 poems are very obvious on the big screen. Every poem is read by a beautiful woman." Voice, now you can ask me to recite any song without any problem."

Yang Yifan looked at the time and said, "Okay, today's class ends here, remember to keep a low profile when you go back, and don't make too much publicity."

"Thank you Teacher Yang for reminding me, I feel like I can fly now. I will remember Teacher Yang's words and keep a low profile."

"Also, remember to come to class after running the 1000 meters tomorrow."

"understand!"

Fan Zuiren was so excited that he felt that he could float up. He calmed himself down and said, "Mr. Yang, I remember what you said. Oh, I didn't expect that I could recite so many Tang poems in my life! Thank you so much Yang Teacher."

After Fan Zuiren left, about 10 minutes later, Li Qiaoping opened the door and walked in with a sad face.

Seeing that Li Qiaoping was not happy at all, Yang Yifan said, "Qiaoping, what's wrong? Did you suffer any grievances at school?"

Li Qiaoping nodded, sat down at the table, and said, "Mr. Yang, I'm a little worried now."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Last night I challenged Jin Abacus, the top student in our class."

"Golden Abacus failed you in three subjects. As long as you have confidence in yourself, the teacher believes that you can beat Golden Abacus."

"But teacher, the content of my challenge to him is three hundred Tang poems."

"Then there is no problem."

"No, Teacher Yang, I only learned one poem from you yesterday. I'm afraid that after my course is over, I won't be able to memorize three hundred Tang poems."

"It seems that you still have no confidence in me or in yourself."

"Teacher Yang, I'm really worried."

"Well, let me tell you. I have cured your stomach discomfort problem yesterday. You will no longer have a headache when you read Chinese texts. As long as you do the questions seriously, your current grades will be fine." Improve by [-] points. If you memorize another [-] Tang poems, you can improve by [-] points. If you work harder, it will not be a problem to score more than [-] points in the Chinese test."

Li Qiaoping was still not confident, she spoke in a weak tone, and said, "Mr. Yang, do you think I can really score more than [-]% in the exam?"

"I have confidence in you. How can a student who can score first in mathematics and English comprehensive exams every time fail in Chinese? You have to believe in yourself, today the teacher will teach you [-] Tang poems."

"Two hundred poems?" Li Qiaoping stuck her head forward in surprise, widened her eyes, and stretched out a pair of scissors, saying, "Teacher Yang, did I hear correctly? You can teach me two hundred poems." A Tang poem?"

"You didn't hear me wrong. To be precise, it is two hundred and one poems, because you also learned a Tang poem yesterday."

"I know. Teacher Yang, I can't even imagine that someone as stupid as me can learn 10 Tang poems in [-] minutes?"

Yang Yifan nodded affirmatively, and said: "You are not stupid, your aptitude is the best among the four students I accepted. Fan Zuiren, who was in the last class, was a chef, and he couldn't read a whole bunch of words. As a result, He learned 151 Tang poems."

(End of this chapter)