Due to the limited entrance and exit space in the bridge room, and Luo Binhan didn't want to be bald by Jing Huang, he had to reluctantly let go of the table leg halfway and followed Jing Huang helplessly into a completely unfamiliar room.
"Hey, is this your bedroom?"
Luo Binhan had never entered the private area of other members of Silence before, so it was natural for him to imagine it to be a small room similar to his own bedroom. But the scene that appeared in front of him was very different from what he expected.
The entire space was only about half the size of his room. The metal floor was covered with bamboo mats. There were two round straw seats similar to futons in the corner and a low table that could only accommodate people to kneel down. In addition, no other furnishings can be seen, and it can be said that there is no breath of life.
This picture really gave Luo Binhan a big psychological impact. He couldn't imagine how a young ancestor who had to rely on others to comb his hair could survive in a place like this.
"When traveling, keep your daily life simple." Jing Huang said.
"Fart." Luo Binhan sneered and said, "Did you sleep on the floor when you lived in my house? The cotton quilt and cashmere quilt are not covered, so I will take out the hard down quilt that I have kept for many years for you."
Jing Huang ignored him and directly used his feet to hook the low table to the center of the room, then kicked the two straw seats to both sides of the table. After everything was arranged, he took out a pen and paper from his sleeve and threw it to Luo Binhan.
"I'll dictate and you take notes." He said expressionlessly, "You can't leave until you finish writing an article."
Luo Binhan grabbed the paper and pen thrown by the other party - the paper was from a primary school Chinese homework book, and the pen was a blue push-type ballpoint pen. It looked like he bought it from the canteen downstairs of his house. He looked at these two things quietly for a while, and then said to Jing Huang with grief and anger: "Do you know how long it's been since I've written with my hands?"
"You'll get good at it with practice." Jing Huang said, "Let's start with "Song of Lianshan". The first sentence: The inside and outside of the ridge are connected, and the image is continuous; the mountain comes out of the middle, and the Tao is first achieved."
Luo Binhan smoothly wrote his name on the cover of the book, and then started writing with a blank look.
"Don't be lazy." Jing Huang stretched out his feet from under the table and kicked him, "Write! If you can't finish writing, you'll be locked up here until you die!"
"Write shit! How the hell do I know which words you pronounced?"
"Didn't I translate everything into your concepts?" Jing Huang said impatiently, ""Lianshan Song" describes the enlightenment method of eight-phase biochemistry and magic deduction, with mountains as the first phase. You guys The evolution there is different. The sky is the first phase, and many changes have lost their original meaning. Only some frameworks remain. Since the concepts of the eight phases are all there, what is there that is not easy to understand? This is Xue Kuo It was made up by real people to enlighten the mortal children in Qingshan City. Can you not learn something that a five-year-old child can do?"
Luo Binhan retorted without shame: "Don't do this with me. Our place has long broken the feudal superstition. I carried this thing for you when I was five years old? Aren't you happy to play with puzzle blocks while I have this time?"
Jing Huang grabbed his hair and said, "You and this pen must be destroyed today. It's up to you."
Luo Binhan had no choice but to start writing in pain. Since graduating from college, he has almost never written anything by hand other than his signature. The most he has done is send a few postcards to Zhou Yu and his mother, and in principle they should never exceed twenty words. When he had written six pages, Jing Huang finally stopped and took what he had written and read it.
"What is this?" he asked, pointing at the paper.
"Pinyin." Luo Binhan replied calmly, "How do you write the character Xun?"
Jing Huang angrily grabbed the pen and changed all his pinyin notations into Chinese characters. Old God Luo Binhan watched him write: "Don't be anxious, change it slowly. Teachers who have taught me all praise me for being able to test their patience."
He leisurely pulled the threads of the bamboo mat under him, and when Jing Huang finally threw the notebook back to him, he yawned and said, "Is this the end? Shall I go back and memorize these things? First, follow Please tell me clearly, I haven't been able to memorize classical Chinese since elementary school. If you want me to memorize such a large article with unclear meaning, it will only take three to five days at least, and there is no guarantee that it will be long-term memory - Young Master , let’s come up with a secret code, why go through so much trouble? Can’t we just say a few lines from the TV series you watched and we’ll be done?”
Since Jing Huang watched some Korean dramas and Qing Dynasty dramas, Luo Binhan was confident that he would never get the answer right with Dwarf Star Guest's thinking. The whole plan was perfect. Unfortunately, Jing Huang still refused to agree, so he had to run back with the notebook to endorse it. Before leaving, he confirmed with Jing Huang: "Isn't this some unique internal skill and mental method? Don't go crazy automatically while carrying me behind your back?"
"...Do you become obsessed with memorizing multiplication tables?"
Jing Huang kicked him out unceremoniously and asked him to memorize everything within two days. Luo Binhan thought this was completely unreasonable, but he could only make do with it and walked back to the bridge room. At this time, the people reading had already gone back to their rooms, except for a skeleton squatting quietly in the corner.
Luo Binhan glanced at it guiltily, a little unsure of the other person's current state. He felt that Jing Huang would not deliberately not arrange a room for him, but Momoluo happened to not be present at this time, and Luo Binhan did not dare to ask himself.
He bravely walked to where Marin was sitting just now and took away several publications placed on the chair. There were obviously two or three fewer books than when he brought them. Luo Binhan probably took them away without telling some passengers.
That was obviously against the librarianship policy of Silence, which was to only make money and not lose money, so Luo Binhan made a note of this in his mind before sitting on his chair and flipping through his class notes. Those short four-character sentences were as unclear to him as a heavenly book, but when he really tried to remember them, he found that everything was extremely easy. He seemed to have already had a general impression when he started writing, and when he reviewed it for the second time, many sentences naturally connected together.
This performance that far exceeded his normal learning ability made Luo Binhan both surprised and regretful. He felt very sorry for his father who was always looking forward to the mutation of the reading gene in the family, but at the same time he decided not to tell this matter after returning home, lest he bring about the bad luck of being forced to take the postgraduate entrance examination.
As he fought for more fishing time, the shadow in the corner changed suspiciously. Luo Binhan pretended not to notice, and even deliberately read aloud, pretending to be deep in thought. It wasn't until the other party was almost behind him that he closed the exercise book as if he had just discovered it.
The skeleton nervously floated to the corner again. Luo Binhan quickly raised his notebook and said, "Are you interested in this?"
The two looked at each other for a while, and finally Lan Que nodded slightly. It said hesitantly: "I heard him asking you to carry something... I'm just a little curious about your magic theory, and there's no malice whatsoever..."
"You can watch it if you want." Luo Binhan said. He guessed that since Jing Huang allowed him to write it down by hand, he probably wouldn't mind showing the multiplication table to the class next door.
Lan Que stared at the notebook in his hand with fear and longing, so Luo Binhan said again: "You probably can't understand what I wrote. But anyway, I have to recite it now, and you can listen next to me."
Finally, Lan Que sat down next to him and listened to Luo Binhan's endorsement without moving. This scene couldn't help but make Luo Binhan feel cunning and complacent, until Lan Que took the initiative to take his exercise book half an hour later.
"I think I have been able to match what I heard with the text." It said holding the exercise book, "I can help you check whether the recited content is correct... But why are there two kinds of handwriting on this paper? One of them The writing is so ugly? Oh, there is your name on the cover of this book... Wait, why are there three words here, but your name only has two syllables? This does not comply with the pronunciation rules of your language at all!"
Luo Binhan's expression suddenly stiffened.
