"Boom-"

The heavy bell rang, and Shi Ke moved his steps with confidence, and finally returned to the classroom before the last bell.

The room is full of little boys, Shi Qingqian is particularly conspicuous in a goose-yellow gauze skirt, because he is half shorter than others, he can only sit in the first row.

She could vaguely hear the small chatter behind her, but she didn't take it to heart.

As the saying goes, seven or eight-year-old bear children are the most annoying, especially these pampered teenagers.

It's a pity that Shen Shu didn't come today.

Suddenly, a voice appeared at the door, and the sound of the conversation just now disappeared in an instant, and everyone suddenly fell silent and sat upright.

Mr. is a white-bearded old man, a scholar of Zhongshu Pavilion, who is over half a hundred years old, but his figure is quite tall and tough.

A bamboo booklet was sandwiched under his arm, holding a long ring ruler in his hand, looking like a fierce old man.

Shi Qingqian suddenly thought of a professor in the medical school in his previous life, who was also unsmiling all day long, but in his class, he could even hear the cough clearly, he was simply a devil teacher.

"There's a girl."

Hu Yan saw Shi Qingqian sitting in the front row with his legs out of reach, and there was still no look on his face.

When she stood still, all the students got up and bowed to the teacher.

Shi Qingqian jumped down from the high chair with some difficulty, saluted in a good manner, and then climbed up again.

Hu Yan has always been arrogant, and his schoolwork has never been close to people, and he will not be more accommodating because Shi Qingqian is a girl.

When he spoke of poetry, he touched his beard and thought for a moment.

"Today's poems, I will use numbers as the theme to give you a stick of incense."

Digit? Shi Qingqian looked relaxed, as an undergraduate college student who has received more than ten years of education, the hundreds of Tang poems and Song lyrics when he was a child were not memorized in vain, and it was easy to pick a few poems to make a difference.

The people behind him have lifted their pens, some of them put down their pens quickly, and they have already written a piece in the blink of an eye, and some of them twisted the pen and thought hard, with a sad face, but they couldn't hold back a word. There are also people who glance up at Scholar Hu from time to time, silently praying in their hearts that they will not be drawn later.

Hu Yan's questions are generally only answered by one or two people after the visible class, and the rest of the assignments are submitted after class.

At the same time, Hu Yan looked at the scroll above, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Shi Qingqian who looked stunned, frowned, and coughed a few times.

The crowd looked up—this was the point.

Just when the few sons and brothers behind him buried their heads to avoid their eyes, Hu Yan got up and walked in front of Shi Qingqian and looked at her: "You come to answer." ”

Have a four-year-old answer a question from a scholar?

Some of the faces of the people behind were surprised, and some were pity, after all, Hu Yan was known for being strict, and if the poems were too bad, they would be criticized for being full of blood.

is such a good-looking porcelain doll, and I haven't even written a draft yet, so I'm afraid I'm going to be reprimanded to cry later?

Suddenly looked at Shi Qingqian, he heard early in the morning that Zhong Wan gave the jade pendant to a doll with a hairy child who didn't grow up, and today I really want to see how talented the person who can be picked by Zhong Wan is.

Shi Qingqian quickly searched for the ancient poems he had memorized before, sifted through one or two, and stood up.

Her face did not change, and she opened her mouth to read: "

One goes two or three miles,

There are four or five smoke villages.

Six or seven pavilions,

Eighty or ninety flowers. ”