Everyone was stunned, but they didn't expect Jiang Shuiyuan to use such a sophistry technique.

Liu Xinying shook her head and said, "Jiang Shuiyuan's theory is too sharp and new, and it is inevitably unsafe. If you use it to fight with people, it can naturally work wonders. However, debate is different from quarrelling, it investigates the purpose of pursuing truth and the rigor of argumentation, that is, the purpose of debate is to pursue truth and achieve consensus, and only a debate that conforms to the logic of thinking can win, otherwise it can only be sophistry. Therefore, the debate must be dignified and well-reasoned, and there must be a rigorous argumentation process that is sufficient to sustain a 60-minute competition. Just now, 'a saint is like a weapon, and he understands the principles of heaven and feels joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness', can Senior Brother Jiang think to himself that he can do this?"

"It's hard!" replied Jiang Shuiyuan truthfully.

Lin Shaoyan suddenly looked like he had won a battle, and glanced at the defeated general a few times triumphantly, and his contempt simply surged out.

Liu Xinying said: "However, as President Fu said, when it comes to the thickness of the accumulation of knowledge in ordinary times and the proficiency in mastering the classics, Senior Brother Jiang really does not think second to each other in our Guoxue Podan Society! It is as if in the debate just now, he is very familiar with the Analects and the poems since the Tang and Song dynasties, and if he can do this in the official competition, he can add a lot of points." I hope that in the usual actual combat exercises, on the one hand, we will pay attention to the context and skills of speculation, and on the other hand, we should also appropriately embellish some classic judgments of the ancients. ”

Lin Shaoyan snorted a few times disdainfully, and she didn't know whether she was dissatisfied with Liu Xinying's "red date hair cake" theory, or whether she was skeptical of the accumulation of knowledge in the river water source.

Liu Xinying said a few words of encouragement and announced that the first actual combat drill had come to an end. Seeing that it was time for dinner, everyone scattered one after another. As soon as Jiang Shuiyuan came downstairs, Wu Zichen posted it and asked in a low voice: "Boss, have you offended Lin Shaoyan's little girl?

"You don't know how low-key I am in the society, how could I offend her?" Of course, Jiang Shuiyuan would not admit that there was a grudge between him and Lin Shaoyan in front of Wu Zichen's big mouth, which could be regarded as a secret within the Guoxue Lecture Society.

"Does that mean she likes you?" Wu Zichen was also a little unsure, "As far as I know, some girls like boys but don't dare to show it openly, so they do everything possible to make trouble and awkward for boys, hoping to attract the attention of boys." Maybe—"

"Compared to your lame reason, I hope I inadvertently offended her!" Jiang Shui said coldly.

Seeing that Jiang Shuiyuan was a little displeased, Wu Zichen hurriedly changed the subject: "But boss, do you really want to devote all your spare time to the difficulty of Chinese studies? To tell you the truth, the difficulty of Chinese culture is recognized by everyone as the most boring and twilight competition! Think about it, a group of middle school students are pretending to be old scholars, and they don't know what to do on the stage, what is the meaning? I think that as energetic young people, we should participate in some vigorous projects to fully display our youth and enthusiasm!"

"For example?"

"Think about basketball! Think about it, with the bright lights in the gymnasium overhead, and the slightly soft wooden floor under your feet, when you dodge the desperate caps of three or four people, rise into the air and throw the basketball in your hand, and then hear the sound of the ball grazing the net after shooting, and the cheers of countless spectators, will you feel the throbbing of youth? Or on a scorching summer day, with the blazing sun on your head, on the hot cement court, and a group of buddies swaying their sweat and excess energy in their youth, even if you have a blue nose and swollen face, you are not afraid, will you feel the flamboyance of youth?" Wu Zichen tried his best to bewitch.

In fact, before that, Wu Zichen had dreamed countless times of changing into big pants and loose vests under his nose before crossing the river to play basketball, sweating like rain on the court in a wide basketball uniform, and taking off his vest to rest on the sidelines after the game. Whenever he thought of it, he couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.

Originally, Jiang Shuiyuan was still very fond of basketball, but after experiencing that incident, the mention of basketball reminded him of the unpleasant memories of last year, and his interest in basketball decreased sharply over time. So he shook his head when he heard the words at this moment: "You think it's boring for eight people to quarrel on the stage, what's the taste of ten people chasing a ball on the playground?"

Wu Zichen blinked: "How about singing? Boss, you are the famous golden voice in the whole school, and you shocked the audience with a song "Little Apple" at the New Year's Day party, which made countless professional and non-professional singers bow down. Think about it, at dusk, a handsome teenager sits quietly on the edge of the playground with a guitar, the sunset gently sprinkles on his face, and then he sings about the love and time of youth in a melancholy and clean voice. Doesn't this scene seem beautiful to think about?"

"Why do I think singing on the side of the playground with a guitar looks like I don't have enough IQ?"

"Then go to the noisy streets. ”

"Begging?"

"Then in our school's music room!"

"Isn't it a solo concert, what kind of music class do you go to? Besides, are others willing to lend you a classroom?"

Wu Zichen was a little crazy: "Boss, do you think that only by participating in activities such as the difficult theory of Chinese studies and the Discipline Olympiad that you will have a fulfilling high school life? Can you not waste your appearance, voice, and a talent given by God to make your life more colorful? Don't you feel bored and tired when you read books every day to study and do problems? Do you want to look back on your high school life in five or ten years, all kinds of exercises, all kinds of competitions, and all kinds of awards?"

"It seems that you have a point," Jiang Shuiyuan tilted his head and thought for a while, "Why don't I learn from the bunch of young people in the No. 1 Middle School, open my mouth Haruki Murakami and Proust, shut up Duras and Kundera, write some new poems with garbage viruses, and look up at the sky at 45 degrees with a melancholy face when I have nothing to do?"

Wu Zichen gushed out with a mouthful of old blood: "Please, boss, can you not be so big in transformation! If the old class knows that I instigated you to do such nonsense and not do your job, I will be dismantled by him! Even if he can spare me, it is estimated that the girls in our class led by Cai Xiaojia can also eat me alive." Please give the boss a way to live!"

Jiang Shuiyuan touched his chin: "This is not good? Or I will learn to learn the otaku style, it is said that it has been very popular recently! It's okay to nest at home like a hibernating bear, living in his own world and not wanting to come out; taciturn and disdainful of communication, try to close his mouth as much as possible without opening his mouth, and speak no more than 10 sentences a day at school; devote a lot of spare time to studying games and animation, and strive to be a game expert, animation maniac, know Dongying voice actors well, and know the performance of game controllers like a treasure...... What do you think?"

Wu Zichen almost cried: "I said boss, can't you have a little fresh and slightly enthusiastic style that ordinary high school students like to see?"

"Here's an example!"

"Represented the school in the singing competition for middle school students in the whole province. ”

"I'm not interested, change one. ”

"Assemble a basketball team to prepare for the upcoming school spring sports day. ”

"Anything else?"

"Why don't you organize our class to come to the spring outing!"

"This mention is not bad," Jiang Shuiyuan pondered for a moment, and a thought suddenly flashed in his head: "Eh, how do I feel that you have premeditated and want to invite you into the urn?"

"Boss, your talented eyes are like torches and candles, and your younger brother's IQ is less than 110, how can you be tempted to join you? You overestimate your younger brother!" Wu Zichen laughed dryly, "The little brother originally had good intentions to enrich your extracurricular life, the boss, searched your intestines and scraped your stomach, and tried your best, but I didn't expect it to arouse suspicion in the end." Boss, do you know how Yue Fei and Yuan Chonghuan died?"

Jiang Shuiyuan snorted coldly: "My eyes are like torches and candles, so I saw through your tricks." In my opinion, you are not surnamed Yue Fei, nor is you surnamed Yuan Chonghuan, but Wu Sangui!"