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Chapter 80 Can you recite this poem
"I won't say anything that I'm not sure about. If I say it, it's not helping you or hurting you. If I say I'm [-]% sure, you're going to borrow money to bet."

He Jia sighed and said, "Hey! It's true, if I really know that you are absolutely sure, I will borrow 1 yuan, and if I win, it will be [-] yuan."

"You got into the eyes of money at a young age. Don't expect this to make a fortune. Gambling, ten bets and nine loses. Those who lose still want to make money. In the end, they will steal and rob, harming others and themselves."

"I know this. Can you let me win first?"

"As I said, I'm not even sure, so ask the Bodhisattva for protection!"

"I'll go! It's so hard to ask you something."

Yang Yifan ignored He Jia, but asked him to stand guard outside the door, and he wanted to go to the small room to rest.

Yang Yifan taught three students today, and after the three students returned, almost all of them became the focus of others' attention.

When Fan Zuiren was at work in the afternoon, his colleague Ren Dazong mocked Fan Zuiren with his big belly, and said, "Hey! Chef Fan, I heard that you went to Ziyun Academy to learn to recite three hundred Tang poems again this morning?"

Ren Dazong's tone was obviously mocking, but Fan Zuiren said enthusiastically: "Yes! Didn't I enroll in a class of [-] Tang poems in Ziyun Academy? There are three classes in total, and today is the second class." .”

"It's the second quarter today! Let me ask you, how many Tang poems have you learned to recite today?"

According to Yang Yifan's instructions, Fan Zuiren did not reveal his strength. He grabbed the white cap on his head with his hands, smiled foolishly, and said, "I haven't memorized much, I only memorized two songs in two classes." Poems, one "Ode to the Goose" and one "Spring Dawn."

"What?" Ren Dazong pretended to be surprised, and said, "Oh, I said Chef Fan, you must have been cheated, right? Your tuition fee is 1500 yuan! Three classes, one class costs 500. Is this too expensive? You see that you haven’t learned anything in the past two days, right? If you want me to explain, you can tell your teacher tomorrow and ask him to refund all your tuition fees.”

Fan Zuiren shook his head and said, "Oh, to be honest, Teacher Yang's teaching level is really high. He said that I will be able to memorize three hundred Tang poems in three days. I believe it. I feel that I paid less for my tuition. I want to pay 1000 yuan to Teacher Yang, but Teacher Yang refuses to agree. I can’t help it.”

Ren Dazong sneered and said, "I said Fan Zuiren, are you stupid? One thousand and five hundred yuan, and you can only memorize two poems after two lessons, and you have to pay him another 500 yuan? His head was kicked by a donkey." Bar?"

"I'm talking about Da Zong. Teacher Fan is really nice. If you have listened to his class, you will definitely think that the 500 yuan is worth it."

"My head is not flooded, so I don't want to learn. Also, you said that you can memorize three hundred Tang poems in three days, do you dare to bet with me?"

"Bet with you? Bet what?"

"How about a meal? If tomorrow's class is over and you don't know how to recite three hundred Tang poems, how about a table of 500 yuan if you treat me to a meal?"

Fan Zuiren has already memorized 151 Tang poems, so he has no doubts in Yang Yifan's teaching ability, so why would he be afraid of such a gamble?
"No problem, if I lose, I will treat you to a meal worth 500 yuan, but if you lose, you will treat me to a meal worth 500 yuan."

"Okay, it's a deal!" Ren Dazong felt that he had won this round, because Fan Zuiren was an illiterate person, and he couldn't memorize three hundred Tang poems in three days.

Yang Yifan's No.2 student, Li Qiaoping, recited 201 Tang poems during the day, and now she has more trust in Yang Yifan. After she returned to school, when she was in the fourth class, the Chinese teacher asked questions She recited the title together, and the title she recited was "Pipa Xing" from the three hundred Tang poems.

"Pipa Xing" is also a recitation item for the college entrance examination. There are many famous sentences in it, and the test points are difficult to grasp. Therefore, Chinese teachers require memorization of the full text.

The college entrance examination will be in three months, but there are still many students who will not recite this article.

When the Chinese teacher called Li Qiaoping up, he said, "Li Qiaoping, I heard that you haven't come to class these two mornings. The purpose is to go to a training class to learn how to recite three hundred Tang poems. How about it? Yet?"

The poem "Pipa Xing" popped up in Li Qiaoping's mind, she clicked on it curiously, and all the poems appeared on the big screen, and there was a pinyin version, and a wonderful boy recited it for her .

Under such circumstances, even illiterate people can memorize it.

Li Qiaoping originally wanted to carry it, but Yang Yifan's voice appeared in her mind, asking her not to expose her strength prematurely.

"Mr. Zhang, I only learned two lessons."

"I know that no matter how many lessons you have learned, the Chinese teacher asked you to recite the poem "Pipa Xing" in the first year of high school, so you have learned two lessons, this is not the reason why you can't recite it. "

"Mr. Zhang, I'll try to recite it."

"Yeah!" Zhang Yongdong nodded.

"Seeing off the guests on the Xunyang River at night, the maple leaves and the flowers are rustling in autumn. The master dismounts and the guest is on the boat, holding wine... holding wine..."

"I want to drink, I want to drink, I want to drink..." A boy behind Li Qiaoping reminded Li Qiaoping in a low voice.

But Li Qiaoping deliberately didn't want to recite the whole poem, so she pretended she didn't hear anything, just stood there without moving.

When Li Qiaoping recited it here, she deliberately paused.

Zhang Yongdong looked at the Chinese textbook in his hand, then angrily threw the Chinese textbook on the table, looked at Li Qiaoping with strange eyes, and said: "How many days have I recited, and I can only recite only four sentences."

"No, teacher, she only recited three sentences."

"I know, tell me, how do you learn Chinese? If you can score points, you don't want to give you points. If you can't understand reading comprehension, you can't write new ideas in your composition, and you can't grasp the central idea. You say Where are you going to get high grades?"

Bai Xiaochun stood up and said, "Mr. Zhang, you have to be an expert in asking questions, right? Li Qiaoping is the worst learner in Chinese in our class. She can't recite it, but it doesn't mean that we all can't recite it, right? For example, I am Bai Xiaochun, I will be punished for "Pipa Xing", how about I recite it for everyone?"

"Sit down!" Zhang Yongdong glanced at Bai Xiaochun, and said, "If you recite a poem, I won't have to take this class. At a young age, reciting poems is as slow as an old lady walking."

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, isn't that what you often say? It's called chewing slowly, yes, chewing slowly, and I'm following what you said now."

(End of this chapter)