He Yuzhu was naturally in a good mood when she heard the good news as soon as she arrived at school.
She didn't hold it and chatted with her classmates for a long time.
In a flash, the bell rang.
The first class on Friday was Teacher Wen Ren's essay class.
Stepping on the bell, she entered the classroom and walked up to the podium. Ms. Wenren placed the lesson plan on the table.
"Class."
"Stand up."
"Hello, teacher."
"Hello, students. Please take a seat."
After completing the daily routine, Ms. Wenren picked up the chalk, turned around, and wrote a big 'person' on the blackboard behind her.
"Last week's essay class, the teacher asked everyone to write an essay on the theme of 'winter'.
"Some of you wrote about the scenery, some of you expressed your feelings, and some of you emphasized on the characters. Many of you did a good job.
"In this class, the teacher has narrowed down the scope of the essay. Please write an essay on the topic of 'person'.
"The 'people' here can be your parents, relatives, friends, and people close to you.
"It can also be a historical figure that you like or admire. It can even be a certain person that you hate, detest, or condemn.。
"The topic is self-made, and the style is not limited. Please start writing.”
After listening to Teacher Wenren's words, even though they knew that they had to write an essay for the composition class, it was inevitable that there would be a wave of wailing below.
He Yuzhu tore off a piece of paper and twirled it gently with a pen in one hand, thinking about what he should write.
How about.............................. Write about Xu Damao?
After all, Xu Damao was found to be infertile, and he was expelled from school due to excessive immoral behavior.
As an old friend and best partner, shouldn't he help him promote this kind of thing?
After hesitating for a moment, he finally gave up on this tempting idea.
"He Yuzhu, you have to write well this time. You can't be perfunctory anymore.”
Because of He Yuzhu's "shocking" performance in class on Monday, Ms. Wenren remembered this student who had been unknown for more than two years.
When he went back and flipped through his old essays, Teacher Wenren felt that…Most of his previous essays were to hide his ineptitude and to save effort.
Therefore, this time, in order to let He Yuzhu show his true ability.
After leaving the topic for the essay, she walked down the podium and walked to He Yuzhu's side, ready to personally watch him write.
As soon as she came down, she saw He Yuzhu spinning a pen and looking at the letter in a daze.
Thinking that she finally knew why her previous essays were so bad, she couldn't help but remind him.
He Yuzhu was 'awakened' by Teacher Wenren's voice. When he came back to his senses, he saw Teacher Wenren standing behind him.
Nodding his head, he replied,"Okay."
He picked up the pen and prepared to start after Teacher Wenren left.
After all, writing…There was always an uncomfortable feeling when someone was staring at you.
It was like revealing the biggest secret in one's heart for others to see. It always made people feel a little ashamed.
However, after waiting for a while, he realized that the young female teacher was standing behind him, unwilling to move.
Are you wasting your time with me?
Thinking of this, He Yuzhu rolled her eyes and wrote three lines of cursive script on the letter:
'When the wine enters the intestines, 70% becomes moonlight;
the remaining 30% becomes sword qi;
and when the embroidered mouth spits out, it is half the Tang Dynasty.'
After writing, he stopped writing.
"Teacher, I'm done."
Didn't you insist on watching me finish writing?
Then I might as well end the battle as soon as possible.
Hearing He Yuzhu's words, Teacher Wenren was stunned.
Finished writing?
Even Cao Zhi couldn't compose a poem in seven steps as fast as you, right?
While she felt that it was ridiculous, she also took the letter from He Yuzhu's table.
When he took it and looked at it, his first reaction was: This child was being perfunctory again.
It was just three lines, how could it be considered finished?
However, after reading these three short lines, she had to admit that…
From the content of these three lines, you really have to admit that he has indeed finished writing.
However, with her knowledge, she could clearly feel that this was only a part of the entire book. It was definitely not the complete page.
"You wrote this…Li Bai?"
The description, the coordinates of the Great Tang Era, and the words 'wine' and 'sword', made Ms. Wenren instantly guess who He Yuzhu was referring to.
Seeing He Yuzhu nod, she put the letter back on the table.
"It's very well written, but I feel that this shouldn't be your limit.
"Why don't you write a few more sentences?”
He Yuzhu shook his head."This is already my limit. I can't write any more."”
Teacher Wenren would never believe him, but she had no other choice since he was not willing to continue writing.
After all... She had already said that the questions were self-made and there were no restrictions on the style.
Other than using 'people' as the topic, she didn't make any other requirements for this essay.
Then, he wrote 'person' according to the only requirement, and he even wrote it in such a fitting image.
She couldn't go against her conscience and say that the other party's writing wasn't good enough and ask him to type it back and rewrite it, right?
"Alright, I'll take it that you can only write this much. Hand it over first.”
Teacher Wenren picked up the letter on He Yuzhu's desk and walked to the podium.
As he walked, he muttered something like 'I was careless' and 'I have to increase the restrictions next time'.
He returned to the podium under the curious gazes of the students.
Ms. Wenren sat down and read the letter He Yuzhu had just written over and over again.
That was great!
This was the beauty of words that she could not write.
This was how literature worked. It was never fair to those who were gifted or not.
In other subjects, if one didn't have enough talent, they could make up for it through hard work. Although they couldn't reach the top, they could at least make up for it through hard work.
However, when it came to literature, talent was talent, and no talent was no talent.
Age? Work hard? It was not a problem in front of talent.
This child was really capable of doing this.
With his current results…it would be a pity if he didn't get into high school after graduating from junior high.
Should she think of a way to recommend him?
It was said that the first college entrance examination enrollment after the founding of the People's Republic of China would be restored next year, and the university enrollment quota would increase by a lot.
Why don't I recommend him to the teacher and see if he can be sent to university to study literature?
Time flew by as Teacher Wenren pondered.
Not long after, the two classes of composition class ended.
As soon as Ms. Wenren walked out of the classroom, a group of students surrounded He Yuzhu.
Seeing that there were no more people around him, the others mustered up their courage and chased after Teacher Wenren.
"He Yuzhu, what essay did you write just now?”
"He Yuzhu, did you come up with some exquisite sentences again?”
"He Yuzhu, can you tell me the content of your essay? I want to copy it down..."
Facing the enthusiasm of his classmates, He Yuzhu couldn't take it anymore and escaped with the help of his urine.
For the next two classes, he directly arranged two consecutive classes for the 'Tai Chi Course (Beginner Version).'
He had thought that he would be able to return to Master Yang or be sent to a new master of a higher realm.
But who knew that he would be thrown into a mountain to experience nature at the beginning of the class.
Watch the sunrise and sunset, watch the clouds rise and disperse.
Until the end of the two classes, he was still wandering around the world, comprehending the natural phenomena and the truth of Taiji.
She didn't know what she had learned in the past two classes. When she came back to her senses, she realized that the classroom was already empty.
He Yuzhu quickly picked up her bag and walked toward the cafeteria.
Before they reached the canteen, they saw a familiar figure waiting there from afar.
"Hero He, you made me wait.”
Before He Yuzhu could say anything, Li Ziyu complained with a smile.
This sentence gave a fright to the man in front of him.
"What hero He?"
Did my identity as a Taiji Grandmaster get exposed?
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