In Mandarin class.
Looking far away from the high ground, I saw that the sky was thousands of miles away, and there was no trace of clouds.
The laurel soul flew to the place where the light shone, and the cold soaked the autumn green sky.
Jade palace Qionglou, ride phoenix to come and go, people in the cool country.
A crisp and pleasant voice rang out in the classroom. The pronunciation was standard, and the rhyme was accurate. The rhyme was perfect. She recited the Song Dynasty literary giant Su Shi's poem "Nian Nu Qiao" in the Mid-Autumn Festival. The whole class looked at her in shock. The short-haired Chinese teacher's chalk fell to the ground. After the girl finished reciting, she said in Japanese,
"Teacher Xueye, is this alright?”
Xue Ye looked at the girl called Miyasawa Sanye strangely. She was beautiful, had an ancient family background, and her father was the mayor. She had many outstanding points, but although her academic results were good, it was not enough to surprise her. However, at this moment, her extremely accurate recitation of Chinese and the beautiful recitation of Nienuqiao really made her feel a little unbelievable. Not to mention Japanese students, even if it was a student whose mother tongue was Chinese, if they did not have professional ancient Chinese cultivation... He definitely wouldn't be able to recite the bridge so well.
"Alright, sit down. Just don't daydream in class in the future.”
Yukino-sensei had no choice but to say this. The students in the class were all surprised and started whispering. They could never imagine that Miyamoto Miroki was so powerful. Yukino-sensei, who had graduated from a famous university in the city, was also surprised by her performance.
Physical education class.
Today's physical education class was related to ball games. Most of the boys chose basketball. Although football was more popular, not every class could use a court. The girls chose indoor sports that did not require a death match, such as basketball or table tennis.
Because the players were from different classes and even different grades, there was no lack of competition. As a result, the basketball audience that was originally popular was very few, but more people were crowded with the table tennis area. A girl in a white sportswear with a ponytail and a badge embroidered with the surname of Miyamizu was playing against the boy known as the little prince of table tennis, Takeshi. Everyone was originally watching her as a joke, but the result was a big surprise!
The difference in the scores between the two had reached the point of despair. The rule of table tennis was that the winner would get one point for one ball. Whoever got 10 points first would win the game with 11 points. On the other side, Gong Shui Sanye had already gotten 10 points. Even if he tried his best, he could only delay the arrival of the 11th point. Finally, his opponent missed the ball with a clever backhand. This time, the opponent won the battle between the two palaces.
" This…How is this possible?"
Takeshi Hiroshi's face was filled with despair. He felt like he was not playing against a country girl high school student, but against a young master from China.
"Your front hand is not good, and your back hand is weak. What little prince do you call yourself? Where did that arrogance come from?”
Her good friend with a beauty mole at the corner of her eye, Sayaka, quickly said,
"Forget it, Sanye Chan."
It turned out that his good friend stood up for him. Originally, he was assigned to a mixed doubles team. Hayaka was assigned to Miyamoto Hao's team, but Miyamoto Hao looked down on her and mocked her. Ross could not stand it anymore. How dare a country bumpkin table tennis expert treat his friend like this? Takeshi went up to challenge Roth and taught him a lesson in minutes. Compared to Roth, who had the Soul of China, Takeshi had no chance of winning.
Lunch break.
There was only an hour between the last class in the morning and the first class in the afternoon in Japan, so there was no time to go home for lunch. This was the foundation of the bento culture in high schools. There were many scenes of people eating bento at noon in anime and games. Ross had experienced it before he died. At this moment, she was having lunch with Heyuan, the imperial envoy named Sayaka and the one with thick eyebrows and big eyes. This was the edge of Cao Cao, and there were a few chairs there. Ross casually sat on a chair and was about to eat when he saw Heyuan turn his head away with a red face. Sayaka hurriedly said,
"Your legs have to be close together, or else you'll be exposed. This is common sense for girls, Three Leaves!”
"Oh."
Although he had changed his body, Ross was still a man. How could he know some of the girl's posture techniques? After hearing the reminder, he finally understood why Heyuan was blushing. It turned out that he had given him benefits. No matter what, this was his future wife's body that could not be seen by other men, so Ross also obediently paid attention to his posture.
The three of them ate together. Ross felt that his two good friends, a man and a woman, seemed to have a lot to say. He couldn't help but say,
"What happened to you guys?"
"Um…I feel like you're completely different today.”
The imperial envoy Heyuan could not help but say. Ross was shocked and said,
"What aspect?"
Could it be that his every move was too manly, ruining the impression of Three Leaves in their memories? This was not good. Although they had temporarily swapped bodies, he could not ruin the reputation of his wife.
"Yeah, we never knew that your Chinese was so good. Teacher Xueye was shocked.”
Hayaka Natori said directly. Ross heaved a sigh of relief, so that was what she meant. In fact, he was also very surprised because it was the first time he knew that there were many classical Chinese, poems, and articles in the Mandarin class of Japanese high school students. Ross was able to get into a key high school like Yu Hua. In addition, his father graduated from the Department of History and Ancient Chinese. Under the influence of his eyes and ears since he was young, he knew traditional Chinese characters, poetry, and ancient Chinese like the back of his hand, which added a lot of points to his middle school examination.
Unfortunately, although his father was a top student, these two things had nothing to do with his current job. There was nothing he could do about it. How many university students and Ph.D. students could work in the same field? Especially something that had no commercial value.
"So that's what you're talking about. I've been secretly practicing. After all, as the heir of the shrine, it's normal for me to learn some ancient culture. Our country's ancient culture is all Tang culture, so it's normal for me to know Chinese.”
"Normal my a * s. I've never seen you use it before.”
The high school student with bushy eyebrows and big eyes muttered, and his name was Zaoye Xiang.
"Then why are you so good at table tennis? You don't know that after the PE class, the table tennis coach almost rushed into the office and asked Mr. Yukino to let you join the table tennis club. Unfortunately, the teacher refused on the grounds that he couldn't hinder your will and that the senior high school entrance examination was the main thing.”
"Aha, I've practiced before."
This time, it was not only Heyuan who was skeptical, but even Hayaka was the same. In fact, it was true that Ross said he had practiced. As an otaku, he only loved two kinds of outdoor interactions. One was table tennis, and the other was fishing. Table tennis was China's national sport. There was no regional division, and there were countless young masters. Ross felt that he was nothing, but in Japan, let alone a country, even a professional team could not defeat him. There was no other way. The talent of the national football team was on the Chinese.
"Anyway, you're really strange today. You've changed too much!”
As a childhood friend and even a boy who had always had a good impression of Gong Shui Three Leaves, the imperial envoy Heyuan could clearly feel the change in Three Leaves and could not help but say it out loud. He saw Three Leaves 'beautiful eyes moving and said with a smile that was not a smile,
"Where did you change? Have you ever heard of women changing eighteen times? Also…do you think I'm better looking now or not?”
These words immediately stunned Heyuan. The tall boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes blushed and did not know what to say for a long time.
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