Mr. Xu's Sven.

In his thirties, he wears a crisp suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

On weekdays, he laughs very gently.

But when it comes to teaching people, it is also very severe.

"Teacher Xu, the Chinese teacher didn't ask me to memorize this text."

He Ran reminded.

Teacher Xu didn't look at him.

"Come to my office after carrying it." His voice was cold: "You continue to read in the morning." ”

He Ran's face sank.

Chinese textbooks.

The text of the punishment is jerky and lengthy, and it is still in Chinese.

How long will this be memorized.

He's got to play a qualifier.

It's all to blame on this kid.

He looked at Qiao Yu.

But I didn't want to, Qiao Yu closed the textbook.

"Teacher, I'm done."

“......”

Depend on!

How long has it been!

I'm done!

The classmates looked at each other.

"Has Qiao Yu ever studied?"

"I guess I'm a repeater."

"No wonder."

Mr. Xu paused as he prepared to go to the podium.

Then it turned back again.

"Forget, you are good at liberal arts, you have studied all these texts."

He held out his hand.

"Get out of your history textbooks."

Qiao Yu: "......"

She looked slightly hesitant.

Qiao's family rules, she can't disobey the teacher, she swallowed the words that came out, and the brand-new history textbook on the ground was in order.

Teacher Xu flipped through it.

"That's it, come to my office after memorizing the last class today, and in the future, you are not allowed to speak, do you hear it."

"Yes, Teacher."

Teacher Xu nodded, satisfied.

The attitude is good.

Also obedient.

Just take it.

He walked over to the podium.

I thought to myself, or change the seat of this child.

He Ran has poor discipline, so the two of them should not be put together.

He tapped his fingers on the lectern and made his rounds of classrooms, ready to find a new seat.

"Teacher, I'm done."

The clear voice is well-behaved and honest.

Let Mr. Xu's fingertips be beaten.

Frozen in mid-air.

And not only him.

The students in the class turned their heads in unison.

A look of disbelief.

"Can you memorize history texts?"

"It's fake, repeaters don't bring this."

"Which one did she memorize?"

Qiao Yu is behind the formation of a centralized system.

Three pages, four major knowledge points, more than 1,000 words.

It's only fifteen minutes, and you're done memorizing?

How can it be?

"It's not this page, it's this one." Teacher Xu emphasized.

"Yes, teacher, I'm done."

Qiao Yu respectfully handed over the text.

"The teacher is affected, please spot check."

The sound of class breathing suddenly fell silent.

I really have to carry it!

Depend on!

They looked at Qiao Yu.

The teenager wears a light blue school uniform.

He handed over the text with both hands, and his attitude was very humble.

Teacher Xu took over the text.

A suspicious expression.

"Let's start with the first point."

"After Qin unified the world, how did the ministers manage the country's ......."

"Wait." Teacher Xu truncated her words: "Start memorizing from the first knowledge point, and from the beginning of the Western Weekend, you don't need to memorize the introduction." ”

Hearing this, Qiao Yu sorted out his thoughts a little and closed his eyes.

"In the Western Zhou Dynasty, the royal family declined, the western ethnic minorities came to attack, and King Zhou You was killed......"

Her voice is neither slow nor slow, word by word, clear.

The whole temperament is calm, introverted, not arrogant or impatient.

After a pause, his long eyelashes fluttered, and he continued smoothly.

The more you memorize to the end, the quieter the class becomes.

Especially Mr. Xu.

His hands were shaking as he flipped through his textbook.

The morning reading bell has already ringed.

The noise outside the corridor was noisy, but Mr. Xu ignored it.

No way!

A voice in his heart told him.

How could it be memorized in such a short time.

Yes.

Qiao Yu studied the four books, and he must have learned and memorized the historical records.

What is the difference between reading history books and historical records?

It must be so.

"Don't memorize it, change it."

He intercepted her, his voice trembling slightly, with some anticipation that he himself could not even perceive.