Xu Wanzhao's learning progress often makes other students and teachers dumbfounded, because this is too genius, only ten days to know the text of seven, seven, eighty, eight, eight, and the etiquette is almost the same, even other students need to learn half a year to get started in chess, Xu Wanzhao can also play well.

"Traditional Chinese is a review for this girl, it's okay, and the rest of the knowledge has been learned in elementary school, don't look at this girl is only an eight-year-old child now, but this intelligence is properly thirty years younger." Under the praise of the teachers and classmates around her, Xu Wanzhao felt the importance of life experience and her own knowledge for the first time.

Not to mention the words and learning methods here, there are similarities with the 21st century, even some musical instruments are similar, Xu Wanzhao feels that he doesn't need to be taught much by these masters, he points and points casually, and reading books by himself is the same as reviewing primary school textbooks, so Xu Wanzhao is the least serious in the whole class.

Enjoying the rare sunshine in winter, Xu Wanzhao lay drowsy near the window, and the sound of reading aloud around him fell into Xu Wanzhao's ears like hypnotic old monk chanting.

A slender old man with gray hair and full of books walked towards Xu Wanzhao with his hands behind his back and an unhappy face: "Xu Wanzhao, you got up for me, and you actually slept during class, have you learned?" ”

Xu Wanzhao raised her eyelids lazily, and said a little stunned: "Huh? What the? Seeing that the old man's face sank a little, and he trembled with anger when he held the ring ruler in his hand, Xu Wanzhao immediately sobered up and quickly stood up: "Master, the students have learned." ”

"Learned? Okay, then you can make a poem for us. "If you can't do it, don't blame the old man for being polite, even if the emperor comes, he will do it right.

"Writing poetry...... Master......" Xu Wanzhao's face wrinkled into embarrassment, and she ...... in liberal arts Not very good.

Seeing that Xu Wanzhao was hesitant, the old master sneered and said, "Why, can't you do it?" Aren't you very capable? I can learn how to sleep in class, but why have I forgotten it now? You stand for me, I can't make poetry today, and I'm not allowed to eat. "The old master is obviously also a man with an extremely bad temper, and his words are very harsh.

People are iron rice is steel and are hungry and panicked if they don't eat a meal, Xu Wanzhao touched the hungry gurgling belly, and thought for a moment......

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown...... "Li Bai is sorry, borrow a poem and use it."

Teacher: "......"

Students: "......"

In an instant, the entire school was silent, only the little steamed bun sitting next to Xu Wanzhao stretched out a thumbs. However, the little steamed bun is also accustomed to this sister, and some shocking things will happen at both ends in three days.

"Ahem, ahem...... Well, this poem is very elegant, you sit down first, don't be proud. Oh yes, write me down the poem you just made. The old master played Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, and he couldn't do a word when he was obviously difficult, so he would be able to make the whole song fluently, with her current age, eighty percent of it was plagiarism. I'm going to take it to Xue Li to see if Xu Wanzhao copied someone else's poems and used it to deal with it.

"After class, you must memorize the words you have learned today, okay, let's go to dinner." After the old master gave the order, he left with the poems written by Xu Wanzhao.