Quick wear the host is the person I can't afford to offend

Chapter 389 I Raise Cubs in 14 Farms [-]
"It's so annoying." Ning Xuan returned to the teacher and threw the book on the table with annoyed expression.

"Don't be distracted in class." Su Moli straightened the table for Ning Xuan, and he didn't blame the teacher. Ning Xuan was caught every day, but anyone with a little temper couldn't stand it.

"You don't have to wait for me after school today." Ning Xuan lay on the table and said wearily.

"What's wrong?" Su Moli asked cautiously, frowning.

"The teacher asked me to go to her office after school, my God!" Ning Xuan sighed, the Chinese teacher talked a lot, and I might be educated until what time today.

"Remember to pack a meal for me. When I finish my tea, I will come to the cafeteria to meet you." According to the usual experience, when you come out of the Chinese teacher's office, you usually can't catch up with the cafeteria.

"Okay." Su Moli agreed very simply.

Because the Chinese teacher gave her a verdict, Ning Xuan was not in a good mood all day.After finally surviving until the afternoon, normally Ning Xuan would be the first to rush out, but today Ning Xuan abnormally waited until the last to get up, and locked the door with a melancholy expression.

Taking one step at a time, he came to the door of the office and knocked lightly.

"Here?" All the teachers in the office had already returned home from get off work. Only the Chinese teacher was still in the office to help the students correct the exercise books. When he saw Ning Xuan enter the door, he put down the red pen in his hand.

"The main reason I came to you is to talk to you about your lack of seriousness in class." The Chinese teacher looked at Ning Xuan feeling apprehensive, and couldn't help but think of her own master in the real world, no matter how many planes she crossed, how many times she passed In life, you will still be afraid of the teacher.

Ning Xuan was in his usual posture, looking down at his feet, without saying a word.

"I want to ask you, is my class too boring? Do you sleep every day?" the Chinese teacher asked.

Ning Xuan shook his head.

"Then why don't you listen to the class?" The Chinese teacher took a gentle offensive.

Ning Xuan couldn't bear this the most, so he simply showed his cards, "I know what you taught me."

When I was studying in the modern plane, I completely accepted the nine-year compulsory education, entered the university, went to graduate school, and finally became a doctor.

Hey, I have read books all my life, specializing in Chinese literature.

She can memorize these first grade things by heart.

"All?" The Chinese teacher was quite shocked, "Have you ever learned it?"

"Yes." Ning Xuan nodded, and lied casually, "There is an old Juren in our village. He likes me very much. He has given these things to me a long time ago."

"Then explain this poem to me." The teacher picked up the second-grade textbook next to him, and flipped to a poem at random.

Ning Xuan glanced at the title, and then began to explain the meaning of the poem, as well as what technique was used in the poem and what emotion was expressed.Finally, combined with the author's background at that time, he narrated his own feelings.

It was impeccable, the Chinese teacher's eyes slowly began to change, and finally even a feeling similar to admiration appeared.

"Are you saying that an old Juren taught you all this?"

Ning Xuan caught the excitement in the eyes of the Chinese teacher, and became vigilant in his heart, "My master has studied all his life, but he didn't make much money, and his life is poor. Zhigao has a short life, and died of illness a few years ago."

"Ah..." The Chinese teacher was stunned for a moment, and then sighed.

In today's world, businessmen are rich and scholars are poor.

What a pity for such a talented person, what a pity!

(End of this chapter)