The children in the kindergarten were all asleep, only a nurse sister who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen, and a twelve-year-old girl, Gongsun Yun.

Sima Yi thought that he was still a bachelor of etiquette, and he thought about it, but he didn't dare to rush in and grab the two women who had not left the cabinet to ask about the source.

happened to see a large number of male and female students with short hair coming from the Xu family's mansion, Sima Yi stepped forward quickly, grabbed the leader among them, and asked eagerly:

"Who said that humility makes people progress, and pride makes people backward?"

Wen Changyao was about to take his juniors to the field for a practical class, when such a person caught him and was startled.

But soon he calmed down, and raised his eyes to look at the tall man in front of him, who was dressed completely different from the people of Xujiazhuang, wearing a thin Confucian shirt.

In his early twenties, he grew a beard, wore a Confucian shirt, and wore a scarf, and was a scholar.

But it's obviously not a student from Yan's Academy, he has seen all the students there, and this person is very eye-catching.

But an outsider can be allowed to wander around the inner fort of the Xu family, and eighty percent of them are distinguished guests brought back by the master's family.

Thinking about this, Wen Changyao restrained the little bit of offended displeasure in his heart, gently waved away the other party's hand on his arm, bowed, and then replied:

"This sentence is the content of the proverb in the primary class, and it was taught by Mr. Guanglu Haiguang."

Cui Yuan and Guangluhai, the two brothers, never left after they arrived in Xujiazhuang.

Now Guang Luhai is still single, and Cui Yuan has another child, and he is also a member of the nap in the kindergarten.

Because he brought his wife and children to Yuyang, he lived in the newly built family courtyard in Xujiazhuang Waibao.

As the first batch of external teachers in the Xu Family School, the two brothers are in the eyes of the Xu family's students, that is, the existence of the veteran level of the school.

Among the two, Cui Yuan teaches mathematics, Guangluhai teaches Chinese, and the two of them also participate in other subjects, but they are not as brilliant as mathematics and Chinese.

Sima Yi got the clue, and asked the direction of the school, so he hurried over there.

It was already past one o'clock in the afternoon, and at noon the students were all going home or taking a lunch break in the dormitory, and there was no one in the classroom.

The door was hidden and not locked, and Sima Yi thought that he would not be able to find anyone like a headless fly - the expanded Xujiawu Fort was too big.

It's better to wait in the teacher, and you can always see the teacher in the mouth of the students.

Thinking like this, Sima Yi pushed open the classroom door and walked in, bright light penetrated through the transparent glass window, and the mottled spots of light sprinkled on the gray ground of the classroom, like a pool of crystal clear water.

The windows are bright, the tables and chairs are neat, and the lecture hall, slightly above the ground, is a high teaching platform, and against the wall stands a wooden board painted with black paint.

Sima Yi felt that the gray floor in the classroom was very familiar, it seemed to be the same as the road in the market, and the floor in the bathroom was also such a material.

Because not every place can use such a large piece of complete material, so every place used represents its unique position in Xujiazhuang.

It's just that the more he looks at this material, the more Sima Yi feels a faint sense of disobedience, he can't help but squat down and touch the complete stone that can only be used in Xujiazhuang with his hand.

Tightly fitted, smooth and shiny, it does not look like a natural stone, but rather a mixture of some special material.

Otherwise, no one would have been able to make such a process out of stone.

Sima Yi looked at the concrete floor and was distracted for a while.

I don't know if it's time for class, the classroom door was pushed open, and several students walked in together, talking and laughing, and were taken aback when they saw a strange man squatting on the ground and touching the concrete floor.

"Who?" A couple of half-college students asked warily.

There were four of them, three men and one woman.

The girl's hair is a little longer than the boy's, just covering her face, Sima Yi remembers, such a hairstyle seems to be called a schoolgirl's head?

Seven out of ten women in Xujiazhuang have such hairstyles.

Women with long hair are rare in Xujiazhuang.

Seeing that he had scared a few students, Sima Yi stood up with a light smile and said that he had come to find Guangluhai.

Seeing that he didn't look like a bad person, and they trusted the strength of the Xu family's Qu Battalion, they guessed that this person could appear in the inner castle, and he must have been approved by the master's family.

He eased his expression and said that the first class in the afternoon was Guangluhai's language, and the teacher would arrive in a while.

After speaking, the students curiously gathered around Guangluhai, asked him about his intention, and invited him to be an auditor at the back of the classroom.

Although the students were cautious in treating outsiders, they had an open attitude, which made Sima Yi feel a strong academic atmosphere, nodded unconsciously, and followed a few students to sit in the vacant seats behind them and took a Chinese class in Xujiazhuang Intermediate Class 2.

When the class bell rang, when Guang Luhai walked into the classroom, he saw Sima Yi sitting in the corner of the classroom at a glance.

He smiled at him, put down the lesson plan, picked up a piece of chalk, and went to class.

Sima Yi raised his eyebrows, looked at this young man of the same age as himself, and looked forward to it.

Guangluhai wrote on the blackboard over and over again, "Qinyuan Spring. Snow" these chalk words.

"Today we are here to learn Qinyuan Spring. For the snow article, please open the textbook to page 28 and read it with me. ”

The students next to Sima Yi took out a thick Chinese book and flipped to page 28, one of the students sitting next to Sima Yi pushed the book between the two and smiled at Sima Yi friendly, meaning that the two of them read a book together.

Sima Yi wanted to return the gift to express his gratitude, but seeing the quiet and serious atmosphere in the classroom, he had to learn the students' movements, nodded and smiled.

After doing this, he had time to read the content of the textbook.

The paper in Xujiazhuang may not need money, the snow-white thick and smooth paper is full of small characters of flies, the handwriting is clear, although it is small, it can be seen clearly.

Because it is the language of the intermediate class, only rare words will be marked with pinyin.

Sima Yi found that the small characters were very beautiful and neatly sorted - but they were read from left to right, and Xujiazhuang was a special document.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch the word, and it didn't fade at all. Curiously, I flipped through the paper at the back, and the content behind it not only contained words, but also illustrations.

Looking at another student next to him, the other party nodded at him kindly, and also flipped through his own book to show him, the handwriting was good, and the illustrations were exactly right.

Sima Yi was stunned, he had no doubt that the textbook content notes of the forty students in the entire classroom were exactly the same.

Are all the same authors?

As soon as he thought like this, Sima Yi denied this impossible answer in his heart.

That's forty books, and it seems that the other students still have them in their hands, so many books are copied by the same person, I'm afraid I will copy them to death!

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