This afternoon, Xie Yanqing was shocked by Zhou Junbo again. Because even if Zhou Junbo's favorite Zhang Fuzi took class, he only lasted more than half an hour before going to Zhou Gong again.

Hey, today I finally saw what the so-called god of sleep looks like, Xie Yanqing couldn't help but sigh.

Suddenly, a book knocked on Zhou Junbo's head. Xie Yan looked up sharply, and it turned out that it was Master Zhang who walked to them.

"Ahh Zhou Junbo, who was awakened by the book, suddenly shouted.

"This classmate, is it because my class is so boring that you can't help but sleep?" Although Zhang Dingyuan said very politely, his face was already dark.

"I'm sorry, Master, your class is not boring at all, but students, students ......" Zhou Junbo couldn't come up with a reason.

"Do you know that there are thousands of students in the world, but there are only a few hundred students who can enter the county school to study. You have the opportunity to enter the county school to study, but you don't cherish it, it's really ......" Zhang Dingyuan was really angry, this person is really in the blessing and doesn't know the blessing. And this is the first day of class, and you dare to sleep in class openly, so you can pay it back after that?

"Master, the student really didn't mean it." Zhou Junbo said again weakly.

"Okay, listen carefully in the future. I just happened to talk about Wing Chun poems, why don't you make a poem for me on the spot now, if you do it well, I will let you go this time, if you don't do it well, then you can copy three copies of the Book of Songs for me. Zhang Dingyuan said calmly, don't blame him for not giving him a chance.

Poetry? Fortunately, fortunately, Zhou Junbo breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking for a while, he immediately read it out: "Fannan has a deep spring in February, and the spring river is overflowing. The wave shadow shakes the red spring tree, and the branches are blooming in spring. ”

After Zhou Junbo's poem was written, a large number of people were surprised. Looking at Junbo's usual performance this week, he is completely like a son who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, how can he make such a catchy poem right away?

"Your poem is okay, but you can't do it again in class in the future, what's your name?" Zhang Dingyuan was also surprised, this student seemed to have some real skills. But that's right, except for those with strong backgrounds, how can they get into the county school without much ability?

"Student Zhou Junbo, father Zhou Haocheng, father has received the favor of the master, and also knows that the master is a capable person, so after hearing that the master will teach in Shifang County this year, he sent the students here." Zhou Junbo immediately became triumphant when he heard Zhang Dingyuan praise him.

Zhou Junbo's father actually knew Master Zhang, and it seemed that he had a close relationship, Xie Yanqing was stunned, he didn't expect Zhou Junbo's background to be so strong. Zhang Dingyuan became a five-rank official before his resignation, and if Zhou Junbo's father Zhou Haocheng was friends with Zhang Fuzi, then the two of them were likely to be the same year. Zhang Fuzi has been a jinshi for eighteen years, and now he has been in the twenty-eighth year of Jianxin, so Zhou Haocheng is at least a five-grade official. Unexpectedly, there was a thick thigh next to him, Xie Yanqing was shocked, this county school is really "full of talents".

"Are you Wen Jin's son?" Zhang Dingyuan was also shocked, this student was actually the son of the old man.

Zhou Haocheng, whose name is Wenjin, is a Jinshi in the twenty-first year of Jianxin, and is currently a counselor, which is even greater than Zhang Dingyuan's official position before his resignation. Although the two of them are both positive five grades, Zhou Haocheng's counseling doctor is the top five grades, while Zhang Dingyuan's court doctor is the fifth grade and the lower grade.

"Yes, master, my father Zhou Haocheng, the word is brocade." Zhou Junbo smiled lightly.

"Hmph, when I look at you like this, I know that you don't work hard. If this kid is really Wen Jin's son, I will keep an eye on you in the future, and I must not let you fall into your father's reputation. Zhang Dingyuan said very seriously.

But Zhou Junbo, who heard this, wanted to cry. Staring at him, where is he, what will he do in the future? I knew I wouldn't have moved his father out.