We agreed to be in a band for life, what the heck is Dragon Raja?

Nan Yun Yuyue then realized it was time to turn the page, so she immediately turned to a new page in her textbook.

The teacher was still enthusiastically lecturing in class, and it was clear that she was genuinely interested in this topic and had done extensive research on it.

Tsukimori Girls' Academy lives up to its reputation as a long-established prestigious school. Even the teachers assigned to junior high school students are quite qualified. It's just a pity that not many students in the audience are listening to the lectures.

The teacher closed the textbook on the podium, paused for a moment, and slowly scanned the entire classroom with his gaze.

She was quite satisfied with what she had just explained, but... the students in the audience clearly weren't interested.

Most people were doing their own thing: secretly playing on their phones, daydreaming with their chins in their hands, or biting their pens, pondering what to have for lunch...

They come from all walks of life, but they just don't listen in class.

If this continues, the academic atmosphere will become similar to that of Hanasakigawa Girls' Academy.

The teacher, who had been teaching for three years, inwardly complained, but being kind-hearted, she immediately tried to defend the students:

Perhaps, for these students, the concept of the University of Tokyo is simply too distant.

The historical stories sounded like foreign movies, and the poetic imagery had absolutely no connection to my daily life.

Only a very small number of people remained attentive during the lecture.

Her gaze fell on Wakaba Mutsu.

The girl remained seated upright, her gaze fixed on her textbook, her slender fingers resting quietly on the pages, without making any unnecessary movements.

She was one of the few attentive listeners in this class.

The teacher nodded slightly, her gaze shifting slightly in the direction she was looking, landing on the boy next to her.

Southern clouds and rainy moon.

He seemed to be listening too?

The teacher was somewhat surprised.

This is a male student who just transferred to the class. Generally speaking, freshmen are always a little unaccustomed to their new environment.

Moreover, the content of this lesson was ancient Chinese poetry that junior high school students were not familiar with, yet he was able to concentrate on it.

She couldn't help but feel a little gratified.

Coincidentally, the next lesson is about to enter the second stage, where we will be explaining an ancient Chinese poem.

This was the focus of her lesson preparation today, and also the part she most wanted her students to understand.

She pondered for a moment, then turned her gaze back to Nan Yunyuyue and said:

"Next, we will learn a very classic ancient poem from Dongda University."

She paused for a moment, then smiled slightly and called out names directly:

"Nan Yun Yu Yue, please read this."

bass!

Nan Yun Yuyue stood up instantly, her body reacting before her brain.

But at that moment, his mind was actually blank.

Because he was daydreaming and had no idea what to read.

The action of standing up was entirely instinctive, like muscle memory etched into the genes.

For example, in my previous life, the survival rule of having to stand up and answer questions immediately after being called on by a teacher in a Tokyo University class was an instinctive response ingrained in my bones.

……

The air was silent for two seconds.

Nan Yunyuyue's gaze unconsciously swept towards the textbook, a polite but awkward smile on her face.

He didn't listen to the lesson at all just now, and now he doesn't know which part to read.

But now that we've stood up, we can't just stand there like this, can we?

So, he was about to look up and give the teacher that awkward smile again.

Snapped.

Just then, a slender, fair finger gently tapped on the page.

Nan Yun Yuyue was stunned for a moment, and then looked in the direction of the finger, only to find that Ruo Ye Mu had already found the content for him to read aloud.

She maintained her upright posture, her eyes lowered, as if she had only accomplished a trivial task.

Nan Yun Yuyue understood immediately, adjusted her state, cleared her throat, and began to recite.

Looking at the moonlight before my bed, I wondered if it was frost on the ground.

(Looking at the moonlight in front of the bed, I doubt it is frost on the ground)

I raise my head to gaze at the moon over the mountains, then lower it to think of my hometown.

(The head is high, the mountain moon is high, the head is low, the low head is high, the mountain moon is high, and the head is low, so is the thought)

After the poems of the University of Tokyo were introduced to Japan, the Japanese reinterpreted them in terms of pronunciation and rhythm, making the structure more in line with Japanese expression habits, but the core imagery remained unchanged.

For Nagumo Ugetsu, this level of content was not difficult at all.

His tone was steady, his pace neither too fast nor too slow, with just the right amount of intonation.

After the recitation was finished, the classroom was quiet for a second.

Then, *slap slap slap slap*.

The teacher led the applause, a look of approval on his face.

Then, scattered applause broke out in the classroom; though it was somewhat sporadic, it was at least a form of response.

Nan Yun Yuyue breathed a sigh of relief, sat back down, and still felt a little unsatisfied.

Just like how international students at the University of Tokyo take a basic Chinese course while studying abroad, the feeling of being able to handle it so easily is truly intoxicating...

He glanced at Wakaba Mutsu beside him out of the corner of his eye. She remained in the same position as before, her fingers still resting on the pages of the book, without making any movement.

Nan Yun Yuyue adjusted her posture and continued listening to the lecture.

The teacher gently pushed up her glasses, opened a new slide, and continued:

"Next, let's explore the similarities and differences between the Chinese poem 'Quiet Night Thoughts' and the Japanese legend of Princess Kaguya from 'The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter'."

She wrote two keywords on the blackboard.

"Li Bai's moon is 'frost,' while Japan's moon is 'jade.'"

She looked around the class and asked a question:

"How do the two poems depict the moon differently?"

Nan Yun Yuyue had genuinely wanted to listen to the lecture, but her thoughts drifted away at that moment.

Sigh, I'm making connections again.

Princess Kaguya?

Oh, I recognize this. This is the Snake Clan's supercomputer, located on the 22nd floor of Genji Heavy Industries, equivalent to the Norma system at the main campus of Kassel College...

Chapter 8 The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter

The class continued as usual.

On the platform, the teacher stood in front of the blackboard and wrote two keywords:

"frost"

"Jade".

"As you may have noticed, in the classical poetry of Dongda University, 'moonlight' is often described as 'frost,' such as 'I suspect it is frost on the ground' in 'Quiet Night Thoughts'."

So, what is the imagery of moonlight in Japanese literature?

She turned to look at the class, her gaze sweeping over everyone as she awaited the students' answers.

The classroom was silent; no one raised their hand.

The teacher wasn't in a hurry, but continued to guide the students:

"In The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter, Princess Kaguya comes from the moon, her clothes are 'feathered robes,' and moonlight is likened to 'jade.'"

"So, why is the moon at the University of Tokyo 'frost' while the moon in Japan is 'jade'?"

She looked around, but her gaze finally settled on Nan Yun Yuyue:

"Yuyue, do you know?"

Nagumo Ugetsu's thoughts almost drifted from Princess Kaguya to the Snake Clan, but after being called upon, she jumped to her feet.

Luckily, there were two keywords on the blackboard, so he immediately started guessing the question based on the words:

"This reflects the differences in emotional expression between the ancient poems of the two countries."

This is obviously a transitional sentence, indicating that the student is demonstrating a unique attitude of "Don't make noise, I'm thinking."

Fortunately, Nan Yun Yuyue was a light novel writer, and with his memories from his past life, he was able to follow up on his topic and begin to talk at length:

"In Li Bai's poems, the moonlight is cold and distant."

"In Japanese literature, 'tama' signifies purity and mystery..."

……

The teacher looked satisfied: "That was a good answer."

She looked at the other students: "Any different opinions?"

The classroom remained quiet. Most people weren't interested in the topic, but they were somewhat surprised that Nanon Ugetsu knew so much about ancient poems from Tokyo University.

The teacher sighed, closed the textbook, and smiled:

"Okay, let's move on to the next part."

"call."

Nan Yun Yuyue breathed a sigh of relief; now she could relax and let her mind wander freely.

After understanding the truth of this world, he became somewhat paranoid.

The moment the name Kaguya appeared, he was immediately reminded of the Snake Clan.

The true emperor of Japan's underground is a vast organization that controls the entire mixed-race world of Japan and almost monopolizes all research resources in Japan related to the power of words and dragon bloodlines.

Under the control of the Snake Clan, the Kaguya-hime system of the Kassel College Japan branch is hidden on the 22nd floor of Genji Heavy Industries, which is equivalent to the Norma system of the main campus.

However, Princess Kaguya's control over Japan was not absolute, and they could not detect and deal with everything in a timely manner.

Nangumo Ugetsu glanced sideways at Wakaba Mutsu, who was focused on her textbook.

She kept her head down, her slender fingertips resting on the pages of the book, her eyes seemingly lost in thought, yet also blank.

Is there any connection between her family and the Snake-Headed Eight Families?

Her seemingly inorganic personality, and the alienated, even morbid, family atmosphere.

as well as……

Her golden eyes suddenly ignited.

Nan Yun Yuyue had some vague guesses in her heart, but she couldn't be sure.

His gaze shifted subtly, landing on Toyokawa Shoko, who sat on the left side of the front row of the classroom.

The girl sat upright, her eyes focused, listening attentively to the teacher's explanation, completely unaware of Nan Yun Yuyue's gaze.

Nan Yun Yuyue carefully observed her profile, mentally considering various possibilities.

Toyokawa Group is a well-known Japanese conglomerate with businesses spanning multiple industries and located throughout Japan.

While it may not be on par with top-tier established conglomerates, it is undoubtedly a leader among second-tier conglomerates.

However, its rise has been unusually rapid.

For a corporate group to rise to such a level in such a short period of time, there must be someone behind it.

As for Toyokawa Shoko, the eldest daughter of the Toyokawa family, her pair of eternally shining golden eyes almost said it all.