After Han Chunlin finished introducing himself, Teacher Chen said a few more polite words to welcome the three of them to the "Bingzi Class", and warned everyone to get along well with each other in the future. By the way, he emphasized the rules of the college again. , and finally selected a few tall and powerful students to carry the books that would be used every day.
However, the matter of moving books has nothing to do with Mo Ziwan. Not only does it have nothing to do with her, Teacher Chen's care is really everywhere. He also allowed Murong Qingyuan and Han Chunlin to stay with Mo Ziwan, which is a match for Han Shuxian.
The remaining students in the class who had not moved their books began to get excited as they waited for Teacher Chen to leave. The classroom immediately became lively, and several students gathered around Mo Ziyuan.
"Are you really only four?"
Before Mo Ziwan could answer, another student who had gathered around rushed to answer, "You are stupid. You see he is so much younger than us, he must be only four years old." He added later, "And she just said said."
However, Mo Ziwan still nodded and answered the boy who asked the question before, "I am only four years old, but grandma said that I will be five years old after my fourth birthday."
They didn't care at all whether she was four or five years old. What they cared about was that at this age she could memorize the entire "Analects of Confucius". Not only did she memorize it, but she also copied the book to make money.
When I heard her say that she was only four years old again, I was still surprised, "At what age did you start learning to read?"
Mo Ziwan opened her round, black eyes and looked at the boy who asked, "When I was two years old, my brother Chunlin and I learned to read from our godfather."
"Did you study together?" The boy who asked looked at Han Chunlin and asked.
"Yes." Han Chunlin nodded.
"Doesn't it mean that you have memorized more books than him?" The boy who asked the question opened his eyes wide in disbelief before Han Chunlin could answer.
But what surprised him in the end was not the answer he already had in mind. Han Chunlin said half embarrassed and half helpless: "I do, but I have never been able to compete since I was a child." Z.br>
The boy who asked the question was also a chubby boy, his surname was Baili and his name was Jingyun. However, he was still thinner and shorter than the boy who endorsed Mo Ziyuan. After hearing what Han Chunlin said, he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay. You can’t compare, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to survive.”
Seeing how relieved he was, Han Chunlin felt even more depressed. He looked at Murong Qingyuan aside and said, "Don't be too happy too soon!"
"Although I am not good at reading, he is great! Not only is he good at reading, but he is also good at writing!"
Baili Jingyun opened his mouth wide, "Is he better than brother Wanwan?"
He was a familiar person, and he started to treat each other like brothers without saying a few words.
For convenience, Mo Ziwan was not wearing a skirt, but just like everyone else, she was also wearing a long gown. This was Han Shuxian's plan. He did not conceal Mo Ziwan's identity. He told the dean about her identity before coming to the academy. The dean knew about it, and some teachers naturally knew about it, so the teachers who led the "Bingzi Class" also knew about it. Not only did he know about it, Han Shuxian also asked him to take better care of him.
However, Mo Ziwan's identity was only known to the teachers and not to the students, so based on Mo Ziwan's clothes, they determined that she was the same as them.
Han Chunlin neither admitted nor denied it. Now he was thinking about another issue!
Even if Wan Wan is smart, what he has never figured out is why Murong Qingyuan is still better than him even though he has not studied more books for a long time than him! What I didn't want to admit even more was that since I started taking classes with him, I felt that the gap between me and him was getting bigger and bigger, so I had no choice but to continue saying helplessly: "I can't compare to you anyway, you can compare with him."
At this time, not only Baili Jingyun looked at Murong Qingyuan who was silent, but also the three students who came with him also looked at Murong Qingyuan. Finally, Baili Jingyun sighed, "It seems that I I can't turn over." Although I still don't know what Murong Qingyuan is like, I also know from Han Chunlin's words that he is incomparable. He is good at reading and writing. Let's not talk about reading. Even the word itself is better than him. However.
Although Han Chunlin claimed that his writing skills were not as good as theirs, he still
According to his analysis, it is definitely not bad. After all, both of them are good. Even if he is a little worse, he is only a little worse than the two of them! I muttered in my heart: Why don’t I bring someone with a lower grade?
Another student next to him laughed and said, "You are about to turn over, what should I do?"
Mo Ziyuan looked at the two people in front of her, believing that these two people were here to help them. She pretended not to understand what it meant and said, "Brother, what do you mean by turning around?"
The student who spoke last still had a smile on his face, "Baili doesn't want to be the last in our class. He wants to stand up and be among the first."
As if she understood, Mo Ziyuan looked at Baili Jingyun sincerely and shouted as familiarly as him: "Brother Baili, if you work harder, you will definitely not be in the last place. "
"That's not okay!"
Mo Ziyuan looked puzzled, "Why not?"
Baili Jingyun also had a bad smile on his face at this time, "Because I worked hard, he is at the bottom!"
Mo Ziyuan looked at the two of them with a blank expression, and finally looked at Baili Jingyun, "Is it because of you that Brother Baili stays at the bottom?" After saying this, she looked admiring, "Brother Baili is so good, I would rather I have always been at the bottom, and I don’t want others to be at the bottom.”
He successfully made everyone around him laugh, especially the boy who was singing along with Baili Jingyun. He mocked Baili Jingyun with a grateful look on his face, "Baili Jingyun, you are really sacrificing yourself for others, and you did it for me." I am willing to fall behind, brother, I will thank you very much, and I will bring my favorite general to you tomorrow."
His general is nothing more than a fighting cricket.
Baili Jingyun blushed at the ridicule, "Who cares about your general? It's just a cricket, I don't care about him!"
Mo Ziyuan looked at the two bickering people and snickered. Who makes you feel proud instead of being ashamed!
"Then what do you want? As long as you can always think about me like this, I will definitely give you whatever I can get."
Baili Jingyun lost his temper because of the laughter, "I will definitely do better than you next time!"
Being able to be inspired to fight showed that he still wanted to learn well, so Mo Ziyuan immediately followed his words, "Brother Baili, come on, you will definitely do well in the exam next time."
While a few people were chatting and laughing, Teacher Chen, who had taken a few students out to move books, returned to the classroom with students holding a thick stack of books in front of them.
The next step is to distribute the book. After distributing the book, I said some more
