Zong Moju saw that on the wall in front of him, there was a black and green plate hanging on the snow-white wall, and above the blackboard were eight large simplified red characters.
study hard, improve every day.
A young man who looked almost exactly like Fang Yun stood on the podium in front of the blackboard, except that this Fang Yun had two small black frames on his nose and in front of his eyes, with transparent crystal pieces embedded in the small black frames.
There is a wooden podium in front of Teacher Fang Yun.
Zong Moju looked around. The classroom was neatly arranged with brown wooden tables and chairs. Many children in white tops and blue jackets were trying to sit upright on their chairs.
These children are cleaner and healthier than the children in Shengyuan Continent. Most of them have blinking eyes and are full of curiosity. Some of them have tear marks on their faces, some are nervous and motionless, and some are smiling.
Zong Moju looked up and saw long, thin, cylindrical luminous objects hanging from the roof. There were three large, bright windows on the right side, and the colored glass on the windows was as transparent as crystal.
"Hello, classmates!" Fang Yun, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, greeted everyone with a smile.
"Hello, teacher!" the children shouted loudly, their energetic voices seemed to burst out of the window, making everything in the small classroom sprout.
Zong Moju watched curiously as the young man on the podium picked up a small white object and wrote two words on the large black and green board.
Fang Yun.
"My name is Fang Yun. From today on, I am the head teacher of our Grade One class. I will teach you both Chinese and Math. Dear students, you must study hard and listen carefully in class. If an eraser or pen falls on the ground, you must wait until the end of get out of class to pick it up. If you try to pick it up during class and lose focus, you may not be able to understand for the next ten years."
The kids didn’t really understand what was being said, they just thought it was fun.
Zong Moju lowered his head slightly and looked at himself. He had small arms and legs, and was dressed the same as other children.
Zong Moju looked up at Teacher Fang Yun and found that Teacher Fang Yun was not paying special attention to him. After a little thought, he realized that this Fang Yun was a fake Fang Yun created by Sheng Nian. He did not have real consciousness and was just one of the countless living beings in the Sheng Nian world.
"This should be a school for foreign races, right? We might as well make the best of it now that we are here." Zong Moju smiled and, like all the other children, began to listen to the class attentively.
Next, Zong Moju began the sound of first grade in elementary school.
"Everyone repeat after me, ah...oh...uh..."
"Heaven... Earth... Man..."
"Classmates, sing with me. The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, and the birds are saying, good morning, good morning..."
"Today we are learning addition within the range of one to five. Repeat after me, one plus one equals two."
"Now I will teach you how to recognize triangles and circles..."
Zong Moju studied silently. He had a feeling that in the eyes of Teacher Fang Yun, he was just a moron!
In the first few days of school, Zong Moju could still bear it, but as the class went on, he had an indescribable feeling. Because his holy thoughts were extremely weak at this time, he even felt irritated.
As a half-saint, being treated like a little kid and taught the simplest things, Zong Moju felt as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat and might be vomited out at any time.
But he has to attend a full day of classes and was chosen as the class monitor, responsible for taking care of all the classmates. This is what makes Zong Moju most helpless.
When his own child was born, Zong Moju was not as careful as he is now!
"Can this be considered a test of the Holy Mind? Fang Yun, Fang Yun, you are just stalling for time and wearing out my patience. Even if my Zong Moju's Holy Mind is only a trace, and is not even a fraction of my main body, it cannot be so fragile."
Then let’s hurt each other!
As a result, Zong Moju became the coolest boy in the class. He always kept a straight face, but once asked a question, he would answer quickly and correctly. No matter what happened in the class, he could solve it perfectly and he would get a red flower every week.
Many little boys began to envy Zong Moju and joined hands to suppress him, but the little girls in the class firmly protected Zong Moju.
Therefore, there are three basic themes for Class One, Grade One this year: study, exams, and fighting or protecting Zongmoju.
This caused the blood in Zong Moju's throat to become thicker and thicker.
Zong Moju was full of disappointment with Fang Yun. He didn't expect Fang Yun to resort to such tactics.
Time passed day by day, and two semesters passed quickly. After the final exam, Teacher Fang Yun praised Zong Moju in a special way.
I don’t know why, but looking at those young faces, Zong Moju felt a special sense of accomplishment.
The cool little Zong Moju raised his eyebrows and looked at Teacher Fang Yun who was speaking on the podium, with a slight mocking expression. If he continued like this, he would not lose!
Teacher Fang Yun finished speaking, and finally smiled at everyone, saying: "After the summer vacation, in the second grade, we will have more subjects and learn more difficult knowledge. Everyone should make good use of this summer vacation and don't play around, because this may be the most important summer vacation in your life!"
After Teacher Fang Yun finished speaking, he glanced at the whole class.
Zong Moju's body stiffened, and he suddenly felt that Teacher Fang Yun looked at him meaningfully.
"What does Fang Yun want to do? The first grade is so easy, how difficult will the second grade be? Will he study politics? I, Zong Mo Ju, am waiting!"
Afterwards, Zong Moju felt that time was passing very quickly. He had experienced many holy thoughts and discussions until this test that was about to enter the second year. So he crossed his arms across his chest, still looking cool.
The changes before my eyes stopped.
There were students in the classroom who were a little older but still young, but each of them had a red scarf around his or her neck.
Because the teacher didn't come, the classroom was in an uproar, with boys and girls making noises, but Zong Moju was the only one who remained sitting in her seat with her arms folded across her chest. Many little girls secretly looked at her with admiration in their eyes.
"Um?"
Zong Moju suddenly turned his head to look at the classroom door, and saw Teacher Fang Yun dragging a thick stack of books in one hand and walking into the classroom like an acrobat.
The classroom became quiet instantly, and then Teacher Fang Yun placed two stacks of books on the podium.
There are more than thirty books in each stack!
"Dear students, these books are our second grade courses." Teacher Fang Yun smiled slightly and pushed the frame of his glasses on his nose.
Zong Moju had a feeling that Teacher Fang Yun’s lenses were reflecting a cold light!
Zong Moju hurriedly looked at the two stacks of books carefully. He could see the titles of the books through their spines.
Zong Moju looked confused, even more confused than when he first came to this classroom.
The Republic, The Origin of Species, Critique of Pure Reason, Capital, Calculus, Discrete Mathematics, Real Variable Function, Chaotic System, Latin Basics, Introduction to Law, Global History, Methods of Mathematical Physics, Topology, Foundations of Quantum Mechanics, Anthology, Artificial Intelligence, Social Psychology, Physical Chemistry, Neural Networks and Machine Learning, Big Data Foundations and Applications, Macroeconomics
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Zong Moju felt dizzy after reading only half of it.
Why is it that I know every word, but have no idea what they mean when put together