"I've met Mr. Yi." Ci Song saluted Mr. Yi, who had a plain face.
Mr. Yi nodded slightly, looked at Ci Song who was holding a white Confucian robe in his hand, and said slowly: "Put away your clothes first, and then put them on after class."
"Yes." Ci Song followed Mr. Yi's arrangement and put the clothes into his jade pendant.
Many of the schoolchildren present were full of curiosity about Ci Song's identity, and they were also surprised by Ci Song's actions when he put things into his jade pendant. Not all those who were admitted to the academy were well-informed people.
"The things I teach in class are all things you are not familiar with at the moment. You should listen carefully and don't be playful because of your special status. Understand?" Mr. Yi's tone was very calm, not as aggressive as the last time we met.
"Okay, Mr. Yi." Ci Song bowed to Mr. Yi, and soon he sat on the seat next to the podium.
"Today we will take you to re-understand Confucius' Analects. This will be the basis for everything you learn at Yan Sheng Academy."
With that said, Mr. Yi began to tell the story to everyone. There were hundreds of students sitting in the huge school. Mr. Yi's voice was not loud in the Ci Song Dynasty, but everyone could hear it clearly.
It has to be said that Mr. Yi has unique insights into "The Analects of Confucius". When he talks about certain sentences in it, he will throw out a point of view and then guide everyone to think and understand.
Although Ci Song had a bad impression of Mr. Yi, at this time he had to prick up his ears and listen. He could only say that Mr. Yi was indeed a Mr. Yi, and what he said was indeed more convincing, although it was similar to the core content of what his father said. , but Mr. Yi can give Ci Song the ability to think independently.
As time went by, Ci Song gradually became immersed in Mr. Yi's narration. He felt as if he was in a colorful philosophical world. Those truths that were usually difficult to understand were explained in Mr. Yi's mouth. When the Word comes, it becomes clear.
In this way, an hour passed quietly. Mr. Yi had almost finished what he wanted to talk about today, and Ci Song's notes were taken down on about five sheets of paper.
"Confucius once said: 'When three people walk together, there must be one who is my teacher.' This is a truth known to every student. The reason why I put it at the end today is to remind everyone."
"Although you have become a member of Yan Sheng Academy, in the eyes of outsiders, you are the proud ones of heaven. You can be proud of your literary future, but don't let this pride blind you. Everyone has his own strengths. Maybe he My talents are not as good as yours, but everyone has their own strengths, so don’t underestimate others.”
"Don't be condescending or dismissive because you are better than others in some aspects. You must know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world."
Every word Mr. Yi said was as straight as a knife cutting through tofu, and it could be said that it suddenly struck the hearts of many schoolchildren present. Nearly half of them lowered their heads.
Ci Song nodded seriously on the side, expressing that he agreed with Mr. Yi's words.
"Today my course will end here. In the afternoon, you will gather here and someone will explain to you the knowledge related to 'Wen Dou'."
Mr. Yi put the books in his hand into his jade pendant, turned around and left.
"Best farewell to Mr. Yi." All the students present except Ci Song stood up and said goodbye to Mr. Yi. Seeing this, Ci Song also added one.
Looking at Mr. Yi's leaving figure, Ci Song couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "I really judge a gentleman with a villain's heart. I am too narrow-minded. He is also a highly respected gentleman in Yan Sheng Academy, how could he do this?" Are you afraid of retaliating against one of my children? Tsk, tsk, tsk, reflect, you must reflect."
Just when Ci Song put away some rice papers in his class and was about to leave, a voice stopped Ci Song, "Master Ci? You, have you really joined Yan Sheng Academy?"
He saw a figure wearing a white Confucian robe trotting all the way to his side. Ci Song looked up and found that it was Zhang Shuzhi.
"Hey, Mr. Zhang, I haven't seen you for a while, you are handsome again." Ci Song greeted Zhang Shuzhi.
As the two walked together, many students present focused their attention on the two of them, including Fang Zhongyong, whose eyes were full of resentment.
No one else, because among the nearly a hundred students present, only Zhang Shuzhi wore a Confucian robe made of bright silk, which meant that he was the only genius among the freshmen who became an official student instead of a schoolboy.
And such a genius actually nodded and bowed to this "transfer student" and even showed a flattering expression. This makes people wonder what Ci Song's identity is?
"Master Ci, just call me Shuzhi." Zhang Shuzhi gave Ci Song a friendly smile, and then said: "It seems that Ci Song, who was at the top of the white list before, is undoubtedly Master Ci."
"It's just good luck. By the way, why are you here? Don't you have a good foundation?" Ci Song asked curiously.
After hearing this, Zhang Shuzhi explained: "This is how it is. Every new student who enters the school must re-learn the 'Four Books' and the 'Five Classics' from Mr. Yi. This is the main course in our first academic year. As a new student, of course I have to learned."
"Oh, so, so everyone here is a new student?"
"Well, most of them are new students. Of course, there are also students who cannot be promoted to second grade because they failed the assessment." Zhang Shuzhi continued to explain.
"I still have some questions to ask you. Let's talk while we walk, and I'll treat you to dinner." Ci Song stood up, stretched, and walked towards the door.
Hearing this, Zhang Shuzhi immediately responded: "How can this be done? It must be my treat."
The two of them walked out of the school together like this.
After the two left, a discussion began in the school, "Who was that Ci Master just now? How could he make formal student Zhang Shuzhi nod and bow to him like this?"
Before Ci Song came, everyone had already introduced themselves, so everyone present knew each other's names, including Zhang Shuzhi of course.
"I don't know, but judging from the fact that the one who came on the way, his status should be quite high. I suspect he is a relative of the college, otherwise he wouldn't have been specially sent here."
"Well, we worked so hard to get into the academy. It's good that we got in right away."
"They have backgrounds. How can we ordinary people compare with them?"
"I want to see what this foreign relative is capable of. If he is a mediocre person who doesn't know anything about anything, will he still stay in the school?"
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