Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Wonderful? Moshe himself doesn't think so.

This was just an ordinary reading comprehension question. He simply read the article in a flat tone, then put himself into the perspective of the protagonist and the author and analyzed the role of the sentences in the text.

Coincidentally, this short article selected for the Chinese textbook comes from the only Chinese novel with an alien world as its background, "Cang Yue", which is widely circulated in the Kingdom of Rekton.

Moshe still remembered that when Euphemia heard him slowly read out the sentences that were different from the official translation, her bright eyes were full of enthusiasm and amazement.

——He raised his head with difficulty. The huge crow stared at him with its scarlet eyes. After uttering a few ambiguous syllables, it actually said in his voice, word by word: It is not suitable for hunting on the day of the blue moon.

Eight words make up a sentence. According to the title, the purpose of this sentence at the beginning is to point out the theme and create a tense and exciting atmosphere before the hunt begins.

It appears again in the middle of the paragraph to connect the previous and the next paragraphs and to unfold the plot of the protagonist team after encountering the Eclipse Crow.

Finally, as the ending of the article, it echoes the beginning, deepens the theme, arouses readers' thinking about the strange phenomena, and leaves the suspense of "whether the protagonist is alive".

After answering the question, Mo Xie did not sit down immediately. He stood there and watched the teacher slowly walk past him.

This man has broad shoulders, a neck with faintly protruding veins, and strong arms that are inadvertently exposed from his robe.

It’s hard to imagine that this is the body shape that a college teacher can achieve through training.

Maybe he used to be a knight, or maybe he has a hobby of fitness.

"Student Mo Xie, please take a seat."

"Do you have any other opinions?" Associate Professor Clapham stood at the back of the classroom, glanced at the students' backs, and asked in a flat tone.

No one responded.

Whenever this happens in the classroom, teachers always...

"Joseph Buck."

"……arrive."

An unlucky person is always chosen at random to liven up the classroom atmosphere.

The boy named Joseph Buck stood up reluctantly. As if he felt Associate Professor Clapham's gaze, he straightened his back slightly, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Please translate the first paragraph of the article into Lorpe."

Hearing this, Joseph's straight back bent again, and then he immediately looked at the classmates around him with a look for help.

The classmates who were originally watching Joseph with an attitude of watching a good show, turned their heads tacitly and looked at the blackboard with beautiful patterns written on it.

Obviously, this is an intention of "watching someone die without helping".

Moshe had learned from history books before that Lolpe was the common language of the Kingdom of Rekton.

With just a quick glance, the Chinese characters in the textbook automatically matched the Lorpu language.

The neat arrangement of these circular characters and their clear and fluent pronunciation echoed in my mind almost instantly.

Mo Xie was happy to help his classmates out and open up a new social circle, but the teacher standing behind him didn't seem to want him to do so.

Joseph picked up the textbook, opened his eyes wide, and tried to understand it with his brain.

The black words on the white paper were reflected in the brown eyes, and the two looked at each other, not knowing each other.

The atmosphere was silent for a long time. Joseph slowly turned his head, his eyes somewhat evasive, and he said hesitantly: "Teacher... I don't know how to do it."

Associate Professor Clapham looked calm and raised his hand to motion him to sit down.

After a moment, his deep and magnetic voice sounded, "Most of the students here received grades above D last semester."

"Translating basic Chinese is one of the requirements for being assessed as a D-level student." He stood on the podium again, his emerald eyes slowly scanning the students, "If you can't even do this, I suggest you retake the course."

What I mean is, I will carefully examine your true level, and whether you can graduate depends on yourself.

As expected of Associate Professor Clapham, his requirements are very strict.

It’s just translating basic Chinese, which is a piece of cake for me.

Dalio secretly clenched his fists, and a burning fighting spirit ignited in his heart.

If I raise my hand to answer the question, will he notice me?

Until all the students except Moshe lowered their heads uncomfortably, Associate Professor Clapham picked up a small wooden stick, and his wide sleeves moved without wind.

Golden lines spread out on the wooden stick, and when it reached the top, a small golden ball condensed.

Associate Professor Clapham held a wooden stick close to the blackboard. The small ball flashed with light, leaving traces of magic on the dark green board.

This is the translation of the first paragraph of the article? Finally, I finally saw it! This is how a magician teaches!

Dalio put his hands on the table, took a deep breath, his eyes shining with admiration and worship.

Such a big commotion naturally attracted the attention of other students, such as Mo Xie, who entered the perception field to observe the fluctuations of magic power.

It turned out to be the case.

After just a short pause, Moshe withdrew from his perception. Using magic power to write words was not much different from the way he used his magic power.

At this time, soothing and melodious music sounded, and the students who were still racking their brains and worried about being called on by the teacher to answer questions suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Homework, translate paragraphs 1 to 5 of "Cang Yue·Prologue", and mark the description of the environment and the psychological description of the characters. get out of class dismissed." After saying this, Associate Professor Clapham closed the textbook and left without hesitation with the same steady steps as when he came.

"I feel so sad. Are you really my friends?"

"I'm sorry, Joseph."

"Joseph, you have to believe me, I really don't know."

"Definitely next time."

Passing by a noisy crowd, Mo Xie packed up and prepared to go back to the dormitory. He asked naturally, "Dalio, do you want to go back with me?"

Dalio was stunned for a moment, then said slowly: "I...no, I want to review it again."

"Okay, see you later."

The roster is still on the podium.

Seeing Mo Xie's figure disappear from sight, Dalio walked over as if possessed and gently opened it.

Varied--!

His voice caught in his throat and his eyes widened in disbelief.

This is Chinese!

The script that is known as the most mysterious and difficult to write in the world.

Moshe Mackintosh, who handed in a blank paper in the school year exam, could actually write such beautiful Chinese? !

The writing is neat and smooth, with every stroke looking so beautiful, it looks like something that only appears in textbooks, an example among examples.

Dalio looked at the ant symbol in his palm, and a huge sense of disappointment came over him.

In other words, Associate Professor Clapham knew this a long time ago, so that's why he chose Moshe Mackintosh as the class representative?

Dalio pursed his lips and his eyes suddenly became moist.

He recalled the time when he studied diligently without sleep and forgetting to eat, and suddenly felt that there was no need to renew his annual library card.