Chapter 4 The School Flower of the Library

The librarian had long been tired of Wang Yao, and waved his hand to drive him in without waiting for him to take out his student ID. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang Yao touched the band-aid on his face, walked into the empty library with only bookshelves, and there was a table for reading on the side of the window, Wang Yao glanced at the tall and emaciated back sitting there, touched the paper towel in his pocket that had lost his temperature, and pulled a book casually, wanting to go over and thank Zheng Jingjing, after all, someone saved his life just now.

As soon as his hand touched the bark of the tree, the sound of the system sounding in his head startled Wang Yao.

"Trigger Quest, Basic Opera Culture Data Collection (Progress: 70/100)"

Wang Yao touched the little heart fluttering in his chest and rolled his eyes, "What kind of task is this?"

"The host has completed 70% of the basic opera culture collected from the books, and will receive a lottery after completion. The system explained.

"Just read a book?" Wang Yao asked suspiciously.

"The base collection is like this. The system replied.

Wang Yao was overjoyed, and took two books of opera from the bookshelf that he hadn't finished reading before, the so-called basic culture refers to understanding the types of culture and the superficial knowledge that constitutes it, such as opera culture, and it is enough to memorize the names of more than 360 kinds of Chinese opera, as well as the relationship between them.

For example, Southern Opera is the ancestor of a hundred operas, and in the late Northern Song Dynasty, this mature cultural form of opera and literature was formed, laying a cultural foundation for more than 360 kinds of operas that were introduced hundreds of years later.

But in fact, from the beginning of the primitive civilization of the clan, opera has had an embryonic period, when the dance of human beings around the bonfire and the dance of sacrifice is the first form of opera, and the oldest recorded and handed down is a dance called the Wu dance, which later developed into the Wu opera.

These are all basic knowledge, Wang Yao has read most of the popular opera varieties before, and the remaining niche has not read them, because the exam will not be examined, but now it is necessary to continue reading.

Holding the book, Wang Yao walked towards Zheng Jingjing, the only living person in the library.

Zheng Jingjing wears the school uniform all year round, the white sneakers on her feet are always spotless, the tall waist that has been practicing dancing all year round still shows the proud figure of the girl under the loose school uniform, the long black and thick hair is tied into a big ponytail at the back of the head, there is no expression on the white and delicate face, and the focused gaze of reading makes the dark and clear eyes look particularly beautiful.

There is never a shortage of beauties in art academies, but Zheng Jingjing can be regarded as a fighter among beauties, a beauty without makeup.

Wang Yao put the book opposite Zheng Jingjing and sat down.

Zheng Jingjing raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, her eyes stayed on the tape on his face, and she lowered her head and continued to read, still taking notes in her hand.

"Thank you. Wang Yao scratched his head and said a little shyly.

"Hmm. Zheng Jingjing gently spit out a nasal voice, looking very cold.

Wang Yao licked his lips, he didn't know what to say, he was usually not very good at talking, Zheng Jingjing was colder than him, he was too lazy to speak at all, he could say a word and never say a word, and he also belonged to the type of person who was isolated by the crowd.

However, Zheng Jingjing is a high school and is rejected and disdainful of socializing, and Wang Yao has problems communicating with others.

Wang Yao first helped Xiao Lori do her homework, elementary school mathematics, and completed it in ten minutes, and put the homework aside after finishing it, and looked through the two books on the basics of opera, and the originally boring text suddenly became relishful for some reason.

And Wang Yao felt that his memory seemed to have strengthened again, he used to be serious and irritable after reading a few pages, but today he didn't feel irritable after reading dozens of pages in a row, thinking that it was estimated that the potential potion really worked.

Thinking about the effects of other potions, Wang Yao became inexplicably excited, and the speed of turning the book also accelerated a little.

The sound of turning the book is actually very light, but if you turn it in a few seconds, the continuous sound is very annoying, Zheng Jingjing frowned and endured it for a while, finally put down the pen, looked up at Wang Yao and said coldly, "If you don't read, go out." ”

Although Zheng Jingjing is also a good student, compared with Wang Yao's talent and ability to never forget at a glance, he really has to endure hardships and stand hard work to read good books, and Wang Yao's behavior on the other side is obviously harassment.

Wang Yao was stunned, stopped his movements, and said a little innocently, "Aren't I reading a book?" ”

"You're flipping through a book. Zheng Jingjing looked a little impatient, "I know you read books quickly, but a page averages more than 800 words, and you can finish it in a few seconds?"

Wang Yao touched his nose and nodded.

Zheng Jingjing's breath stagnated, and there was a hint of fire in her eyes, "Get out." ”

Wang Yao frowned, a little displeased, "I've really finished reading it." ”

Zheng Jingjing took a deep breath and dragged the book in front of Wang Yao, "Hunan opera, where is the origin of the name." ”

The name was first seen in the first episode of "HN Drama Examination" printed in Changsha in the 9th year of the Republic of China (1920 AD). Wang Yao replied without thinking.

Zheng Jingjing raised her eyebrows and turned a few pages forward, "What are the seven sub-classes of Puxian Opera." ”

"Sheng, Dan, Tiesheng, Zedan, Clean, Final, Ugly" Wang Yao quickly replied.

Zheng Jingjing sighed softly, turned a few more pages and asked seven or eight questions in a row, and Wang Yao answered them all without hesitation.

Zheng Jingjing blinked her eyes wide, and pushed the book back in front of Wang Yao with a somewhat complicated expression, "Even if you read it all, don't affect me, your voice is too noisy to flip through the book." ”

"You said that, I wouldn't have gone somewhere else. Wang Yao muttered as he packed up his books and made it to a table next door, with his back to Zheng Jingjing.

Looking at Wang Yao's thin and pitiful back, Zheng Jingjing sighed faintly, and felt some envy and admiration for Wang Yao in her heart, although she was not outstanding in appearance, she still learned things quite quickly.

Wang Yao flipped through the book for a while, suddenly thought of something, and his consciousness flickered, and he entered the revival space.

It was still the four square meters of land, it was still a green jade-colored square stone, Wang Yao squatted on the ground, carefully searched and finally found a milky white stone in the corner that only appeared in a small corner, Wang Yao put his hand on it, and sure enough, a suspended text appeared in the air, on which were the basic knowledge of opera that he had read.

In other words, this space can grow, Wang Yao was shocked, "System, rejuvenation space can grow?

"The host level is not enough to answer. The system replied.

Wang Yao was overjoyed, unable to answer, that is to say, this space can really do other things, according to his curiosity, Wang Yao was about to withdraw, and was stunned for a moment when he inadvertently glanced at the floating attribute on the green jade stone, because the prestige became 24, that is, it rose by 11 points just now.

And Wang Yao was only in contact with Zheng Jingjing just now.

In other words, in the conversation he just had with Zheng Jingjing, he was respected by the other party.