The huge Wenhua Hall was completely silent. To say silent might not be quite accurate, because there was still an old man's slow voice echoing in the hall, but the reaction from the audience could be seen from the blank and absent-minded faces.
Those with extraordinary talents blocked their five senses and were daydreaming; those who were slightly less gifted were thinking about the official business of their own government offices; those who were even less gifted were muttering to themselves, trying to block out Ge Yong's voice; as for the poor people who were completely unable to block out the devilish sound that pierced their ears, there was nothing they could do but to bite the bullet and go through the baptism of Ge's mathematics.
Even the court officials who thought they had read some of Ge's mathematical classics when they were young, or were quite sensitive to numbers, felt worse than death when faced with Ge Yong's unprecedented teaching baptism.
Zhu Ying, who thought she had no talent for mathematics since she was a child, didn't care at all that the lecturer was her favorite Grandpa Ge. She leaned her head on Princess Deyang's shoulder and dozed off. However, there were only a few people who could be as unscrupulous as the eldest lady. Even the ministers had to endure the hardship.
Many people, perhaps because they were tortured too much, even began to look up to the students of Jiuzhang Hall. How could they understand something as mysterious as a book from heaven? How could they learn it
Only Zhou Jijiu and Luo Siye, who had eavesdropped on Zhang Shou's lectures and had experienced the baptism of the Imperial Academy lectures, showed calmness. However, the so-called calmness meant that they were more resistant to those things that were like heavenly books, and they seemed indifferent, or even detached. When Ge Yong finished his long speech, they also breathed a sigh of relief.
Also feeling like they were alive were a bunch of civil and military officials, officials' children, and daughters of wealthy families in the Wenhua Palace. Especially the young people at the back, who had originally thought it was a great honor to be chosen by the emperor to attend the first day of the imperial lecture, but now no one knew how many of them were secretly complaining in their hearts.
Ge Yong and Zhang Shou, the teacher and student, are obviously of the same lineage. What Ge Yong said was already so sleepy - and they couldn't just fall asleep in front of the current emperor - so when Zhang Shou came back to give lectures, wouldn't they have to endure the same torture again
Moreover, a young and energetic person like Zhang Shou should like to show off more than Ge Yong, and he will definitely deliberately confuse them when the time comes!
Even Zhu Tingfang, who was always eager to learn and never ashamed to ask questions, couldn't help but rub his temples after seeing Ge Yong finish his speech. Even though he had always been reserved about Zhang Shou, his future brother-in-law, and always felt that people who looked too good were not so trustworthy, he was especially suspicious of Ge Yong's decision to accept someone as his last disciple. But at this point, he had to admit one thing.
He could doubt Zhang Shou's origin and teachers, but his talent must have really impressed Ge Yong. You know, even though he was praised for his photographic memory and ability to master everything, Ge Yong had disliked him for his mediocre talent in mathematics. Just like what Ge Yong said just now, he felt doubtful about his life.
Glancing sideways at the gauze curtain separating men and women not far away, he couldn't help but be curious about how Zhu Ying, who had only learned martial arts since childhood and only dabbled in other things, or even gave up halfway, got along with Zhang Shou on a daily basis. What if Zhang Shou suddenly talked about those extremely complicated things, would Zhu Ying be able to understand a single word