I attacked the god of learning

The world of ink and wash was laid out in front of Cheng Xinglin.

The static picture draws the feeling of flowing eastward by the scroll pattern.

Cooperating with the wind that blows up when the pages of the book are opened, it seems like the beginning of this poem——

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and it runs to the sea and never returns."

"That's it." Jian Xing asked, "Do you think it's suitable?"

Following Jian Xing's words, Cheng Xinglin's heart beat violently.

the same.

Jian Xing chose the same poem as him as his stage.

Cheng Xinglin's heart beat again.

He looked at the language book,

There are a total of 52 ancient poems required for the college entrance examination, and the probability of just choosing one is less than [-]%.

However, they were chosen together.

"Is... don't you like it?" Jian Xing looked at Cheng Xinglin and saw that he didn't speak, and asked worriedly.

Before Cheng Xinglin could shake his head, Mi Qing's voice came from behind - "Oh, isn't this going to be drinking~"

Mi Qing was originally worried about Cheng Xinglin, and planned to go to the office on the fifth floor to check on his situation.

Who would have thought that just as she wandered up to the stairs, she saw Cheng Xinglin and Jian Xing standing face to face.

Jian Xing is also holding a Chinese book that does not belong to his grade

Mi Qingna is quite a perceptive person, and she understood it in an instant.

"Cheng Xinglin, you just chose this poem, right?" Mi Qing covered her mouth and smiled, "Jian Shen, is he telling you about this? Very creative, right~"

Mi Qing was very successful in seeing Cheng Xinglin's ears turn red.

Since Jian Xing was here, it was not her turn to escort her, so Mi Qing successfully retired, and said happily, "Oh, don't worry about me, I'll just pass by, pass by, pass by~"

As Mi Qing said this, she slid like a fairy.

Gracefully tugged at the hem of her skirt and flew away.

Mi Qing flew away.

There were two more people left in the corridor.

Jian Xing only looked down at the textbook in his hand, and laughed softly: "So you chose this..."

Jian Xing thought for a while, then asked again: "Then... are you going upstairs to find my Chinese teacher?"

Cheng Xinglin nodded.

"Let's go?"

Let's go, let's go, Cheng Xinglin followed Jian Xing and walked up together.

After a while, the two arrived at the door of their Chinese teacher's office.

Jian Xing raised his hand, intending to knock on the door, but his clenched fingers just stopped softly on the door.

Cheng Xinglin saw Jian Xing's shoulders shrugged - obviously holding the door, and smiled.

It was just a smile, but the heat that Cheng Xinglin had just dropped behind his ears rose again.

He was very embarrassed, and asked in a low voice, "What are you... laughing at?"

"No." Jian Xing clenched his fists on the door panel to stop the trembling of his shoulders.

But the next moment, Jian Xing turned his head to look at Cheng Xinglin, but the smile in his eyes hadn't expired yet.

Behind them are the crowds of the major Qingbei classes going to and from the bathroom, so crowded that every word they say can be heard by others.

But Jian Xing just looked at Cheng Xinglin with a smile, and said in a low voice: "I just feel... the feeling of tacit understanding is really great."

·

Cheng Xinglin's heart beat wildly in an instant.

After Jian Xing finished speaking, he turned back and knocked on the door calmly.

The gentle yet bold female voice said inside: "Come in."

After hearing this sound, Jian Xing pushed open the door of the office.

A female teacher wearing a traditional one-piece cheongsam saw that it was Jian Xing who came in, and immediately dropped her glasses exaggeratedly, and exclaimed to Jian Xing who came in: "My God, my office is so welcoming. Here comes Jian Daxue! Flourishing and radiant! Flourishing and radiant, this is it!"

Jian Xing: "..."

Jian Xing can understand, this is a yin and yang sentence for him who is always paddling in Chinese class to make math workbooks.

But Cheng Xinglin couldn't understand, he just thought:

As expected of a god of learning!He can make every master-level teacher who sees him smile.

The "smiling" Yun Ruolan swung the red pen in his hand, moved the end of the pen towards Jian Xing to the left twice, and said in a rushing gesture: "God Jian, step aside, you are blocking me from looking at the handsome guy .”

Jian Xing had no choice but to let Cheng Xinglin behind him.

The moment Yuan Ruolan saw Cheng Xinglin, she couldn't calm down: "Absolutely! He's so handsome!"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Sometimes he really doubts whether everyone is living in an exaggerated world.

Yun Ruolan seemed to be really satisfied with Cheng Xinglin's face.

She put down the red pen, rested her chin with both hands, and said sincerely: "The new school grass, honesty is not to be deceived, there are gangsters, you can learn from each other."

Yun Ruolan said intoxicated: "Especially the eyes are very beautiful, you must look very good in Hanfu..."

"Teacher." Hearing Yun Ruolan mentioning Hanfu, Cheng Xinglin didn't hesitate, and immediately seized the opportunity, "I want to wear Hanfu, but I may need your help."

"No problem, I'm the instructor of the Hanfu Society, you can choose whatever you want to wear!" Yun Ruolan said generously.

"It's not such a teacher." Cheng Xinglin explained, "I signed up for this campus cultural festival party. I... and Jian Xing came up with a program that is different from traditional singing and dancing."

"Oh. What is it?" Yun Ruolan asked with a smile.

"Poetry recitation, compulsory four - will drink."

Cheng Xinglin said seriously: "Mr. Mi in our class said that you are very experienced in rehearsing poetry recitation programs, so let me come to you for help."

Yun Ruolan quietly listened to Cheng Xinglin's speech.

Cheng Xinglin: "If possible, we would like to ask the teacher to help make this program more competitive."

After Cheng Xinglin finished speaking, he looked at Yun Ruolan anxiously—he actually felt that the possibility of Yun Ruolan agreeing to him was quite high.

After all, Yun Ruolan also praised him for being handsome just now, and also said that he is suitable for wearing Hanfu.

"This." Yun Ruolan laughed, "You are indeed handsome, and you are really suitable for wearing Hanfu."

"But..." Yun Ruolan put the red pen on the table and shook her head, "I may not take this project."

·

Yun Ruolan looked at Cheng Xinglin, and said seriously: "You choose reciting, in fact, the teacher should support you—but reciting cannot be practiced overnight."

"I practiced for the award-winning program for a total of four months, and basically practiced all day during the summer vacation." Yun Ruolan had a serious expression, "So, reciting is really not easy."

"..."

Cheng Xinglin had to admit that he knew very little about recitation.

but.

This is no reason for him to give up fighting.

"Teacher, please tell us the conditions." Cheng Xinglin was just about to speak when Jian Xing spoke.

Jian Xing stood beside Cheng Xinglin, and said to Yun Ruolan, "What are we going to do to make it possible for you to accept this show?"

Yun Ruolan didn't answer Jian Xing, but looked at Cheng Xinglin and smiled: "Are you determined to challenge?"

"For sure." Cheng Xinglin said immediately.

"Okay." Yun Ruolan stood up, took Cheng Xinglin's compulsory course four, turned to the page about drinking, and showed him——

"With a limited time limit this afternoon, before the end of the first evening self-study, practice the poem about drinking to a state that can move me."

Yun Ruolan stuffed the language documents into Cheng Xinglin's hands: "If it is possible, I will design a 5-minute comprehensive stage for you."

"Guaranteed solo solo effect is better than my award-winning works."

·

It's hard.

Really hard challenge.

The recitation that can impress Yun Ruolan is the kind that can win prizes in the city.

But to complete it today in less than ten hours is completely beyond the reach of others.

But Cheng Xinglin nodded firmly: "It must be done."

Can only succeed, not fail.

Cheng Xinglin picked up the Chinese documents on Yun Ruolan's desk: "Then teacher, I'll go back and prepare first."

Yun Ruolan: "Looking forward to your good news."

Cheng Xinglin held the book and bowed to thank him, walked out of the teacher's office, and said to Jian Xing: "Senior, thank you for taking me to Teacher Yun, then I will go back to practice immediately."

"Wait a moment." Jian Xing just said.

Cheng Xinglin stood up holding the book.

The next moment, Jian Xing took out his mobile phone, clicked on the photo album, and enlarged a picture.

Many people walked up and down in the corridor, all looking at Jian Xing and Cheng Xinglin.

But Jian Xing just stared at the phone as if no one else was there, and carefully studied the picture on it.

After a while, he looked up at Cheng Xinglin and asked, "Your next two classes are all about physics, right?"

"..."

"I can make up for this." Jian Xing said, "Please take a leave of absence for the teacher—we will strive to pass the test in two classes, do you think it is okay?"

·

Hearing what Jian Xing said, Cheng Xinglin was stunned.

He stood in the same place with the compulsory four in his arms, and was in a daze for so long that Jian Xing couldn't help doubting: "You...don't believe that I can make it up?"

Jian Xing said: "I haven't participated in IPHO, but if I take physics as a tutor, there is actually no problem."

"No, no, no!!" Cheng Xinglin immediately said, "It's not this question."

Jian Xing: "That's...?"

Cheng Xinglin: "...senior, how do you... have my class schedule?"

"It was taken." Jian Xing said concisely.

At noon today, Jian Xing took the time to go to class 27 while looking for content.

Originally, he wanted to bring some snacks to Cheng Xinglin, but as soon as he walked outside their classroom, he saw a hill of food next to Cheng Xinglin, and the class 27 who was carrying food in.

I don't want to spoil Cheng Xinglin's happiness of being cared by his classmates.

Jian Xing took a picture of the schedule and left.

As for why Cheng Xing's class schedule was taken....

Maybe it's reciprocity.

But Jian Xing just felt that if he could blurt out next time, what class would Cheng Xinglin teach in the next quarter.

It's just fine.

But... I was busy watching the show at noon today, so I didn't memorize the get out of class schedule.

Jian Xing still felt a little imperfect.

"Okay." Jian Xing coughed unnaturally, "Class is about to start, if you trust my ability, why don't you ask for a leave?"

"Okay!" Cheng Xinglin said immediately.

"I'm going to ask for leave too. I'll ask for leave later. See you downstairs?"

Cheng Xinglin nodded, hurried back to the second floor, ran to their physics teacher's desk, and explained the request for leave.

But the physics teacher frowned: "Cheng Xinglin, this class is very important. If you don't listen, you will definitely not be able to keep up with the progress."

"Teacher, I'm sorry I can't attend your class." Cheng Xinglin said, "But after class, Senior Jian Xing said that he will help me make up this class."

The physics teacher is still very reluctant.

"Hey, don't be so rigid!" Seeing that he was so tired of asking for leave, You Huai couldn't help but came over with a coffee cup, "Did you hear who gave him a small stove, Jian Xing, that's Jian Xing! "

The physics teacher was unwilling: "What's wrong with Jian Xing, Jian Xing is participating in IMO, not IPHO, and he doesn't necessarily know about physics—"

The physics teacher didn't continue, and You Huai covered his mouth in shock.

You Huai covered the physics teacher's mouth, and led him to the office door: "Don't dare to talk nonsense, don't dare to talk nonsense-then Jianxing won't go to Tsinghua University, and take another year of IPHO exam, can you take this responsibility?"

While talking, You Huai dragged the physics teacher, and at the same time gestured to Cheng Xinglin to let him go fast.

It's simply too busy.

Cheng Xinglin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and ran away quickly while the physics teacher was "restrained".

When going downstairs, Cheng Xinglin saw Jian Xing standing under a tree waiting for him through the glass at the corner of the stairs.

Jian Xing held a Chinese book and a notebook in one hand, and looked down at the information while holding the mobile phone in the other hand.

Invisible blue veins appeared on the raised right hand.

Jian Xing stood on the only way from the teaching building to other parts of the school.

The girls passing by couldn't help but look sideways at him.

"Who is God Jane waiting for?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, their class is not a physical education class, is it?" The girl who answered observed very carefully, "Did you see that Jianshen has a Chinese book in her hand."

Amidst the rumors and speculations, Cheng Xinglin also came down the stairs with the same Chinese documents.

He didn't see the eyes surrounding him.

He just walked quickly to Jian Xing's side: "I've been waiting for a long time."

·

"soon."

As soon as Cheng Xinglin came to Jian Xing's side, Jian Xing put down his mobile phone.

He raised his hand to take the book in Cheng Xinglin's hand, but Cheng Xinglin motioned for him to take it himself.

The two naturally walked side by side.

When passing by the girls who were discussing them just now, the girls saw the Chinese book in Cheng Xinglin's hand that was exactly the same as Jian Xing.

"Damn it. That's compulsory four."

"...Isn't that the Chinese textbook for the first year of high school?" Someone asked, "So this is skipping class to learn Chinese?"

"This is the bully's compromise with the god of learning—because I love you, why did I choose a subject that I understand to study with you?" the girl guessed.

"It may also be the compromise of the school god to the school bully - because I love you, so I choose a subject that I am not good at to learn from you?" the girl's friend said.

The two looked at each other in a very tacit understanding, and used facial distortions instead of screaming-"No matter which one, it's so romantic!!!"

Unfortunately, neither.

Cheng Xinglin passed them by, didn't hear their whispering, just guessed where Jian Xing might take him to practice.

Will it be...

Is it the legendary Jian Xing's secret base?

The so-called secret base is actually a small classroom. Before Jian Xing was qualified to participate in the selection of the national training team, the school allocated him for self-study.

But after all, it is the place where the god of learning has worked hard, so it has become a secret base by mythology.

However, this small classroom is indeed considered... Jian Xing's most private space in this school.

Being able to go here is equivalent to being able to go to Jian Xingjia.

of course!

Cheng Xinglin swears poisonously!I don't really want to go.

That's it.

The three roads at the entrance of the teaching building lead to different places, the sports field and the canteen; the third department of high school and the administrative building;

At the end of this road, there is only the comprehensive laboratory building and the old teaching building where Jian Xing's secret base is located.

Nor are they doing experiments.

So... will it just go to...

Cheng Xinglin didn't dare to think too much, but in the blink of an eye, the old school building had already appeared in front of them.

At the same time, the class bell rang.

The whole school returned to silence in an instant.

Cheng Xinglin's heart beat faster and faster.

Just as he was about to walk to the entrance of the old teaching building, Cheng Xinglin raised his head and glanced at the seventh window on the second floor - according to legend, this is the window belonging to Jian Xing's secret base.

Cheng Xinglin was afraid that Jian Xing would notice his movements, so he just glanced at him and quickly lowered his head.

Then pretending to be very calm, ready to walk up the steps with Jane, and enter the gate of the old teaching building.

next moment.

Jian Xing's feet in Converse shoes brushed past the door of the old teaching building.

Continue to walk towards the comprehensive laboratory building not far away.

·

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Fortunately, Jian Xing didn't stop and ask him why he was stunned for a while! ! !

Otherwise he would really look like a fool! ! !

Cheng Xinglin felt lost and embarrassed, so he quickly walked to Jian Xing's side.

Come to the comprehensive laboratory building with him at a constant speed.

In order not to look too embarrassed, Cheng Xinglin took the initiative to find a topic: "Senior, why are we here in the laboratory building... Do we want to do experiments?"

Is it alchemy?

Cheng Xinglin was thinking wildly.

How about some pills that can immediately boost your recitation skills?

"To borrow a computer." Jian Xing explained while pushing open the door of the experimental building.

Oh……

Only then did Cheng Xinglin realize that the fifth floor of the laboratory building was their information technology classroom.

Jian Xing took a look at today's classroom arrangement.

There is one empty classroom in the second and third periods, 508 empty classrooms in the second period, and 513 empty classrooms in the third period.

Jian Xing led Cheng Xinglin into 508.

"By the window or by the door?"

"window."

Jian Xing went over and turned on a computer facing the window, and Cheng Xinglin sat down beside him.

As soon as he was seated, Jian Xing unfolded the notebook he had brought over in front of him.

There are a few arrows on the top of the book, and a string of ghostly painted peach symbols that I can't understand at all.

"The plan is like this." Jian Xing said, "You first find a video on the computer that recites the most standard pronunciation of the wine, mark the pinyin, and mark the difficult sounds. We will first solve the problem of pronunciation."

Cheng Xinglin nodded.

"When you are annotating, I will help you find a few videos of Jiang Jinjiu with high playback volume. Later, you can see if there is a style you like, compare it with the style you like, and draw out how he cadences. Then, If you practice a few more times, you should be fine."

Jian Xing's whole plan is very logical.

After listening to his request, Cheng Xinglin immediately turned on the computer in front of him, hung up the earphones and started searching for the real audio and video of the drink.

This is a very popular poem, and countless predecessors have expressed their enthusiasm for it.

Zhengyin's video was not difficult to find at all, and soon Cheng Xinglin marked all the pinyin.

He just got all the Zhuyin done and practiced it twice.

The shoulder was touched by Jian Xing, and a U disk came sideways.

"Choose a style." Jian Xing said.

Cheng Xinglin nodded, plugged in the USB drive without any nonsense, and opened it.

It is full of recitation videos about wine.

Although they are all going to drink, everyone's recitation styles are indeed different-after all, there are a thousand readers in the world, and there are a thousand Li Bai.

But in Cheng Xinglin's eyes, every kind of Li Bai is good for every kind of Li Bai.

He couldn't pick the best one, or the one he most wanted to imitate.

Cheng Xinglin turned the pen he had just used for phonetic notation, looked down, and glanced at the current time—25 minutes had passed.

It's halfway through this class, but he still hasn't chosen his style...

Cheng Xinglin shook the pen between his index and middle fingers, and the tip of the pen that was not pushed back made a few black scratches on the paper.

Cheng Xinglin glanced at these messy black scratches, took a breath, and prepared to be patient, and watch these videos again.

At this time, a stack of printed materials was placed in front of him.

"Supplementary information." Jian Xing said, "There are stories about the stage when Li Bai wrote this poem, and there are also some appreciation and analysis of poems by others."

The Chinese class must have been appreciated and analyzed with all its strength.

But the information that Jian Xing found for him was not such dry words, but the novel-like life of Li Bai that had been edited by someone.

The author imagines the scene when Li Bai wrote "Will Enter the Wine", and then writes the story at this stage on paper.

At that time, Li Bai had been given a gold gift by the emperor for eight years, but he could still sit on Songshan Mountain with his friends and write the poem "I am born to be useful".

After reading the text of this novel, Cheng Xinglin was suddenly able to open his mind naturally, imagining the scene when Li Bai wrote about the time when he was going to drink.

He seemed to be sitting side by side with Li Bai by the Yellow River, which "flows to the sea and never returns", and he suddenly felt a sense of pride.

After Cheng Xinglin finished reading, he pressed the information under his arm, raised his head and clicked on a video on the computer.

But he only read the beginning, Cheng Xinglin suddenly pressed the pause button, lowered his head on the ancient poem he had just annotated, and outlined paragraphs with symbols that only he understood.

The cadence is up and down, and it is poured on the page in a flash.

Cheng Xinglin scribbled for a few minutes, then grabbed the paper, looked at it for a dozen seconds, and then stood up.

"Senior, may I try?"

"Try it." Jian Xing nodded.

Cheng Xinglin took a deep breath.

Holding the piece of paper, he recited the first sentence.

Cheng Xinglin's voice is in good condition, matching his youthful spirit.

It is very emotional to recite a poem.

After the recitation, Cheng Xinglin hung down the book he was holding, looked at Jian Xing expectantly, and asked, "Senior, do you think...it's okay?"

·

Jian Xing did not answer his question, but put down the cell phone that he had secretly erected just now.

Ask a boy inside: "What do you think? Is it okay?"

After Jian Xing asked this sentence, he frowned at the standard science and engineering man wearing a plaid shirt and a white T: "Why are you, sister Ya?"

"Hey, you're quite an arrogant missing person!" The man on the phone immediately became angry, "You said it yourself, how many days have you left me in the second level of folding cats?? How many months?? How many years? ?”

"Oh, give me back the phone." A female voice came from the other end of the phone, and then Cheng Xinglin saw a Daiker, princess cut, super cool beauty popping out of it.

"Damn it." Sister Ku gasped when she saw Cheng Xinglin appear, "Oh my god, Jianxing, you can do it, so it turns out that you have been a missing person for so long, and behind our backs, you found someone with such a nice voice and such a handsome face." younger brother!"

Today Cheng Xinglin has been called handsome many times, but he is still very shy when he is called handsome by his cool, beautiful but unfamiliar sister.

"Hi sister." Cheng Xinglin greeted, "Are you...?"

"This is my friend, I met him when he was playing Werewolf in Space." Jian Xing said, "This person is from Tsinghua University's Department of Aeronautics, don't worry about him, this is Sister Ya, hosted by the broadcaster of China Communications University."

Cheng Xinglin opened his mouth.

"Sister Ya, you just listened to it, what do you think is wrong? Can you talk about some tricks, and directly upgrade this content to a higher level in half an hour."

"That's a lot of problems." Sister Ya pursed her lips, "But the advantages are also obvious-so, if you need half an hour to upgrade the file, try these methods."

Time is limited, so Ms. Ya will start with the matter of improvement first.

"Xiaolin's biggest problem with listening to me now is that her voice is weak." Sister Ya said, "It's completely relying on the voice to pronounce. Changing the breathing part is definitely the first step. Try the Dantian voice?"

Cheng Xing is here for the meeting, and he should be here soon.

Sister Ya looked like a child, and continued to modify the following part: "Then, your five chambers don't resonate, so it sounds very thin."

"How do we change this?" Cheng Xinglin asked immediately.

Sister Ya introduced Cheng Xinglin to the location of the pronunciation, and then guided him step by step to experience the resonance of the chest cavity, nasal cavity and other places.

Cheng Xinglin learned well before.

But when the oral posture changed, it was obvious that there was a bottleneck.

It may also be that Cheng Xinglin has never done any lip movements on purpose.

So no matter how Sister Ya adjusted her language interpretation, Cheng Xinglin still couldn't fully understand the correct way to use the lip cavities.

While Jian Xing followed along, he quickly mastered it.

Sister Ya glanced at Jian Xing during her busy schedule, and her eyes lit up: "Jian Xing, you have learned it, right—then hurry up and help the handsome boy."

……help?

How to help?

Jian Xing slightly closed his lips, turned to look at Cheng Xinglin, and prepared to demonstrate to Cheng Xinglin according to his own understanding.

But he had just started demonstrating, and Sister Ya was in a hurry.

"No, your teaching demonstration is not as good as my demonstration, you understand what I mean, hurry up."

Sister Ya urged: "Hurry up, time waits for no one, OK???"

What do you mean?

Cheng Xinglin was also confused by Sister Ya's words.

He looked at Jian Xing blankly, feeling that Jian Xing was a little tangled.

Is he...too stupid?

Can't even learn this, so Jian Xing is unhappy?

"Then I..." Jian Xing didn't know Cheng Xinglin's entanglement, his Adam's apple rolled, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his eyes and said, "I'm sorry."

sorry……?

Why are you sorry?

Cheng Xinglin: "??——!"

Cheng Xinglin's doubts did not last even a second.

Because in front of him, Jian Xing had already raised his hand and pinched his chin directly.

Jian Xing used a little strength to pull Cheng Xinglin's chin forward.

Jian Xing's face suddenly enlarged in front of Cheng Xinglin, but he hadn't had time to be shocked.

The next moment, Jian Xing raised the index finger of the hand holding his chin.

Cheng Xinglin desperately lowered his eyes to see Jian Xing's movements.

He saw - Jian Xing's index finger was raised outward, as if it was moving away from his lips.

But soon, the slender index finger approached Cheng Xinglin's slightly parted lips, and gradually, gradually moved closer.

Soon, Jian Xing's hand was getting closer and closer to his lips.

Cheng Xinglin's Adam's apple rolled down, and he held his breath.

——only a tenth of a centimeter away.

Jian Xing's finger is about to rest on his... lips? ? ?