The power is called the evil of this world

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that it was too difficult for him.

He is still a child, why does he have to carry such a heavy burden?

"That's not right, Xiaoya." Mochizuki said seriously, "You are already an 11-year-old boy, and you are already a fifth-grade elementary school student who grows flowers next door. It's not too early to start learning textbooks, it's better to say it's too late That’s right—it was my mistake for not noticing this before and for not educating you systematically, my sister apologizes to you—but this is not the reason for you to avoid studying, okay?”

Nakahara Chuya: Refuse to be incompetent.

But still trying to struggle: "Is it just me?" he asked.

"Everyone has it, don't worry." Mochizuki smiled and said that don't worry about the problem of not worrying about the few but the unevenness. She is a fair person. Whether it's Fujino or Oda, no one can escape.

As for the teaching materials, although Shuji Tsushima’s arrival was a bit sudden and I didn’t prepare his share, but I can lend him the set I use for myself first——

Afterwards, just ask Haisheng to bring me a copy.

Nakahara Chuya, who failed in the struggle: "..." remained silent, but he still couldn't help asking when he picked up his own textbook (because the number was a bit large, so he couldn't help but use the supernatural power): " But we are still young, why do we even have college textbooks?"

Mochizukimi: "On the one hand, it's because of Oda, he is already 15 years old, and his progress is always faster... On the other hand, because I think you are all young geniuses, and you can't be estimated by the learning progress of ordinary people. You guys, it’s always right to prepare some extra textbooks just in case.”

Nakahara Chuya: "What if there are too many?"

Mochizuki: "Then use it for collection!"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

There are thousands of words in my heart, I don't know how to start them.

But it doesn't matter, Shuji Tsushima, who just happened to listen to the whole audience and is not a serious primary school student despite going to school, complained for him in his heart:

Although collecting books is not an uncommon hobby, collecting textbooks—

Tsukimi-sensei, what kind of devil are you?

Mochizuki, who is not a devil, doesn't know, but she doesn't plan to let go of any of the out-of-school children in the family.Nakahara Chuya and Edogawa Ranpo must attend the class, and Oda’s active participation is one. Asakami Fujino, who was entrusted by Mr. Asakami, said he was very happy to attend the class.The last Shuji Tsushima——

Although it is a temporary residence, Mochizuki Jian readily decided to add his name to the class list in order to prevent him from having the illusion of being excluded and out of gregariousness.

"Xiu Zhi, come here, this is yours."

Even if you are a little genius, don't even think about skipping class.

The significance of education is not only to teach knowledge, nor to adapt to the outside world, but also to cultivate a person's systematic cognition, for the enrichment of one's own heart.The essence of education is to know the world and self, so as to communicate with the world.

It's a process that helps people get rid of their fears.

"Maybe you think education is not important, but knowledge must be very important."

Shuji Tsushima, who was almost not overwhelmed by the book: "I don't know anything else, but you said that knowledge is power... I have a very deep experience now."

Oda Sakunosuke, who was also full of textbooks, helped him, and asked with concern: "Are you okay, Tsushima?"

Shuji Tsushima: "It's okay." On the surface, the situation is calm, but in fact, his waist can hardly stand up...but he still has to be brave. "I can, it's fine—Tsukimi-sensei, is this Fujino's?"

Mochizuki, who was lowering her head to distribute the books: "Yeah." She pointed and said, "This one belongs to Fujino, and this one is from Chaopo."

"Fujino is a girl with little strength... Tsukimi-sensei, can I take Fujino's for her first?" Shuji Tsushima asked.

Mochizuki looked up at him and asked, "Yes, yes, but... Fujino allows you to enter her room? Or put them together in your room?"

Shuji Tsushima said that of course it was placed in Fujino's room, as for whether he could enter the door... Shuji Tsushima patted his chest and said that this is not a problem at all. Fujino and I are young tame dyes who grew up together!Not to mention such trivial things as entering each other's rooms, we can even sleep on the same bed and share the same quilt!

Mochizuki didn't think there was any problem with this statement. Although the two were indeed of different genders, they were both ten-year-old children, and they were childhood sweethearts with deep feelings. It's not surprising that they slept together. "Then I'll trouble you, Shuji—Oda, and I'll trouble you to help him too."

Nakahara Nakaya was allowed to move books alone because he has supernatural powers. This point is completely trivial to him, but Shuji Tsushima can't do this. This is an ordinary ten-year-old cub with little strength. What can I do.There are hundreds of books, I am afraid that he will be moved to Tianhe - and it is still the number after *2.In contrast, Oda is very reassuring.

After all, he is a 15-year-old boy.

His strength and physical strength are also much better than the weak rich young master Shuji Tsushima, so he can definitely help.

The helpful Oda Sakunosuke nodded without any objection: "Okay, Tsukimi-sensei." He took at least half of the books from Shuji Tsushima's arms without any objection: "Don't push yourself too hard, Tsushima, take your time." It’s okay to take it slow.”

Shuji Tsushima suddenly lightened his arms: "..."

Try to be brave and fail, hey.

Fortunately, Fujino went home to accompany his father today, and is not here.

Although it's a little regrettable that Fujino didn't see his masculine side, but in the same way——

It's great that Fujino didn't see this side of him leaking!

"Should I also take the one with random steps?" Zhongyuan Zhong, who moved the book upstairs to his room, also ran down the stairs, "It would take up too much space on the table with so many books... I'll take it with me." Let's go!"

Mochizuki blinked, and said with a smile: "Then trouble our Hercules!" She didn't say that she originally wanted to trouble Rimbaud to use a color book to pack this textbook belonging to Edogawa Ranpo, but she was very upset. Cooperatingly, he piled the books into Chuya Nakahara's arms, and watched the black and red light emerge from his body, causing the books to float up——

"See you, what are you looking at?" Rimbaud asked.

"I'm watching Xiaoya." Mochizuki stared at the back of Nakahara Chuya who was going up the stairs, and the books floating up, and said a little distractedly, "I always feel... such a scene is simply a dream in the world."

Rimbaud: "Do you like books that can fly?"

Mochizukimi: "I like this kind of supernatural scene - although it is impossible for a book to fly by itself under normal circumstances, isn't it very romantic like this?"

Rimbaud thought about it carefully, and then replied: "It's okay for the books to fly, I just hope they don't talk."

Mochizuki looked at Rimbaud faintly, and for a moment almost thought that this man had mind reading skills.

Scary, how did you know I wanted to write this meme in a novel?

Hurry up and tell the truth!

Rimbaud joked: "Because we have a good understanding?" He also used an allusion.

"It can be seen that you and Haisheng are communicating very well, and your learning progress is really fast. The last time Haisheng wrote to me was in French. He also said that he would translate the old works by himself, and planned to test the waters abroad." Mochizuki turned out the stack of letters from under the mountain of books, and said with a bit of taste, "Speaking of which, you have too much common language, and every time you write a letter, it's so long..."

Haisheng's letter to me is not so thick!

Indeed, Rimbaud, who has a common language with foreign pen pals and resonates very much in poetry writing: "Huh? Seeing you on the moon, are you jealous?"

Mochizuki replied confidently: "Yes, isn't it allowed? Whether it's good to know you, or to be a pen pal with Haisheng, obviously I came first, why is the progress between the two of you now leaving me behind?" It's so far away!—Wait, Rimbaud." She asked with concern: "Why are you shaking suddenly? Is there a cold wind coming in from home?"

Rimbaud who suddenly pulled his coat: "Maybe...?" He replied in a daze, "I just feel a little cold suddenly, as if it's the white season when it snows."

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The author has something to say:

I will show you a poem, the original text is here

To Han Bo: A Martyr of Poetry

against the moon

Green watering sky against moon belly

Han Bo, my physical king

Han Bo, the son of my sister who married far away and died young

Han Bo, the Water Beast of Language and the Secret Lover of the Girls

Han Bo is under the hugeness of the sky—a split in the back

On the road, on the road Han Bo is like a drunk boat

hit the road desperately

Han Boru's car full of doctors

A patient who is as far away as Han Bo

The tree-like fingers in the distance are pregnant with flowers and fruits

against the middle class at home

Hanbo is the ultimate wave on the lashes of the beast

Han Bo in the village

father of poison

(1864-1891)

buried here: the sun

Haizi's poems

ps: Han Bo is the current translation of Rimbaud

pss: These two people really have a lot in common... It’s better to say that if you want to study it, literary giants can have a relationship with each other, and the worship chain and relationship spectrum between these people is really a ball of wool