A rather grand opening ceremony was held, and Luo Changshan, the main force, spoke enthusiastically. I wanted to invite Zhang Yan to come up and say a few words, but Zhang Yan sternly refused. When he was in school, he used to be annoyed by the school leaders who kept chattering on the stage, but now he can't get up.
It was the first time that the knowledge of miscellaneous studies was taught in an open place like an academy. Both old people like Luo Changshan and young people like Zeng Hao were somewhat excited.
Among them, there were a few freshmen who came into contact with miscellaneous studies for the first time and put on the robes of the new college of miscellaneous studies. They stood in the crowd and their faces turned red with excitement.
It is said that these students who are new to Zaxue are found from various contacts in the Zaxue line. They all completed elementary school and were evaluated as "intelligent" people.
The so-called "connected people" are actually people from their respective families who are experts in the field of miscellaneous studies. Most of the people chosen are outstanding young people from their own families.
Therefore, in Zhang Yan's view, today's opening of the college does seem quite lively, but in fact, there is still a long way to go before the College of Miscellaneous Studies can recruit students seriously. The current model only allows miscellaneous scholars to move from underground to above ground, and its internal inheritance structure is almost the same as before.
Of course, you have to follow along and see these slowly. Maybe Luo Changshan still had a back-up plan that he hadn't used yet?
It's just different from other places where there are people watching the ceremony. At this time, there were no guests in the College of Miscellaneous Studies other than myself to watch the ceremony. But I guess no one will come even if I invite you. Because we are still not sure how long this college can survive and how big the trouble will be.
After the opening ceremony, Zhang Yan led Xiao Shitou Wang Nian to the quietest small room behind the mansion, where there were five small tables and one large table.
This is the classroom Zhang Yan is assigned to. But now I am just crushing a student.
"elder brother......"
"Call me teacher! Just call me teacher in the academy." Zhang Yan interrupted Wang Nian with a straight face.
"Oh, teacher, am I the only one?"
Wang Nian was not afraid of Zhang Yan at all. He has fallen in love with the Zhang family these days. Not only is the food much better than at home, but you don’t have to get beaten. Moreover, Wang Lanping was very nice to him, making him not feel uncomfortable at all. What's more, sitting in the quiet room with the blessing pictures and practicing the breathing method taught by Zhang Yan was much more effective than practicing it at home. Those "little caterpillars" were also more active and easier to incorporate into the body.
The only thing Wang Nian looked forward to was that he had no playmates at home and no children he knew on the street. After a long time, he felt that playing alone was almost boring.
Wang Nian has been looking forward to the opening of the school today for a long time. He thought that after the hospital opened, he would see many children his age and play together. He even felt that as Zhang Yan's biological brother, he could dominate a classroom or even the entire school. He had seen this before in the Meng Academy where he studied. A chubby little boy bullied everyone just because his father was the school steward. Wang Nian thought it was very majestic and wanted to enjoy it.
But as soon as today comes, Wang Nian will be wilted. He found that the youngest person here besides him was a "big boy" of Zeng Hao's age, and he couldn't play with him. Immediately his enthusiasm waned.
"No. You are the only one in the entire academy for now. There should be more in the future." Zhang Yan said with a smile, pointing to a small table in the first row and motioning for Wang Nian to sit down.
When you come here, you have to go to class. Zhang Yan was also a little excited. Let him recall those days when he was with his master. Now that the master is gone and the world has changed, he has become someone else's teacher.
Wang Nian curled his lips and reluctantly sat down at the table. Then he took out paper and pen from the small cloth bag he was carrying.
The paper is coarse paper, which is better than thick. The pen is a charcoal pen, and Wang Nian followed Zhang Yan to the grocery store to have it specially customized. I brought two of them today and have many more at home. Wang Nian also heard from Zhang Yan that if there is a chance in the future, this kind of charcoal can be used for business. Although he doesn't quite understand.
He thought it was similar to what he had learned in elementary school before, but when Zhang Yan started talking, Wang Nian realized that it was very different. Especially those weird symbols, 123456...
Ranwen
"Arithmetic calculations are complicated, and it is inconvenient to rely on words alone. So this kind of numbers came into being. The literacy part you learned before can remain as usual, but the arithmetic part needs to be learned according to what I taught you..."
Wang Nian was still in elementary school, so what Zhang Yan needed to learn was not just the Taoist stuff, he also needed to popularize some knowledge in advance. Some simple addition and subtraction operations still need to be learned. After that, the distribution of various acupoints on the human body needs to be poured into Wang Nian’s mind. Including articles on obscure practice techniques.
Zhang Yan was very sure of this. He didn't think Wang Nian would just do whatever he asked. After all, he himself knew how much of a headache it was to learn these obscure things.
Of course, in the end, Zhang Yan was forcefully forced out by his master. As for the process, it's not that wonderful, but it does work. And he was also planning to directly copy the methods his master taught him and use them on Wang Nian. And some preparations have been made specifically for this.
Sure enough, Wang Nian started to doze off halfway through the class. Boring lectures are indeed the most effective means of aiding sleep. Unfortunately, the consequences were beyond Wang Nian's imagination.
Even after Wang Nian was woken up, he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. Instead, he was curious about the small copper ring in Zhang Yan's hand.
"Hey, brother, teacher, what is that in your hand?"
"This thing is called a golden hoop. It's something worn on the head."
"Can I try?"
"Of course. This thing was prepared for you. After you bring it, you won't be distracted in class again."
"Is it so magical? I want to try it!"
Anyone who has heard of "Journey to the West" will know what a golden hoop is. It is even less likely that he will actively ask to wear it on his head.
Although the golden hoop made by Zhang Yan is not the powerful magic weapon that Guanyin gave Tang Monk to control Monkey in "Journey to the West". But the use is the same. It was something Zhang Yan came up with on a whim when he was practicing his weapon-refining skills. Now that it is put to use, it can be regarded as making the best use of it.
Unknowingly, Wang Nian put on the golden hoop with a smile. The moment he put it on his head, the golden hoop expanded on its own and became a comfortable tightness that hugged his forehead.
The scene after that was not so harmonious and calm. Zhang Yan held his hands and smiled happily as he looked at Wang Nian, who was dozing off again and screamed when being picked up by the golden hoop. Although he did not enjoy the extreme treatment that Wang Nian received back then, he still ate the fried meat on the bamboo board. The method was different, but the result was the same.
