Zhang Fan was calm and unhurried, reciting eloquently, the words were round, sonorous and powerful, and a smile of enjoyment appeared on his face.

However, to Song Yu's ears, it was like a book from heaven.

You know, this is Zhuangzi's famous "Getaway", although the writing is brilliant, majestic and magnificent, such as the ocean is unbridled, but it is also obscure.

For Song Yu, this ancient text is not only obscure, but also hundreds of words, half a cup of tea flew by, but Zhang Fan still did not have the intention of stopping, and Song Yu had a feeling of collapse at that time.

Although in the White Horse Academy, his memorization ability can definitely rank among the top three, but it is only limited to poems with seven words and eight sentences.

This kind of ancient text is even more obscure than the half-volume of the heaven-level masterpiece "Taigu Book of Poetry" treasured by the White Horse Academy, and you can't even understand it, let alone memorize it.

Desperate!

It's really desperate!

Song Yu suddenly remembered the fleeting weird smile that Zhang Fan had just revealed, and suddenly realized that he dared to love this kid on purpose.

Big brother, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, please raise your noble hand!

Song Yu shouted hysterically and silently in his heart.

It's a pity that Zhang Fan couldn't hear Song Yu's deep wail in his heart at all, and continued to recite the "Getaway" that he was forced to memorize.

What is the head of the four talents of the White Horse Academy, if you want to fight with me, you are still a little tender!

Zhang Fan sneered in his heart.

Nothing else, he just wanted Song Yu to experience the despair of being dominated by "reading aloud and reciting the full text with feeling".

Not only Song Yu alone, but all the students of the White Horse Academy at the scene, including Lu Ji, Pan Yue and others, all changed their faces, and they couldn't wait to pounce on them and strangle Zhang Fan to death.

Big brother, can't you just make it shorter?

This is to memorize the rhythm of the dead!

The students wanted to cry without tears, looking at Zhang Fan with a sad face, and there was only one thought in their hearts, that is, to block Zhang Fan's non-stop mouth.

In fact, at this moment, the person who felt the most defeated was not Song Yu, nor Lu Ji, but Fang Mingzhou.

But seeing Fang Mingzhou's pen, the dragon and snake ...... Your sister, with his knowledge as the vice president of the White Horse Academy, he can't understand what Zhang Fan is saying.

Because he couldn't understand it, he couldn't write a lot of words, and he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

But the problem is that he is one of the three vice presidents of the White Horse Academy, and in front of everyone, if he asks Zhang Fan, how can he afford to lose this person.

Therefore, Fang Mingzhou had no choice but to pretend to be amazed and appreciative, and while moving the pen on the paper, he smiled and praised it in his mouth.

"Good article, good article!"

Seeing this, Confucius turned his eyes to glance at Fang Mingzhou, and couldn't help but be secretly stunned.

The old man hasn't understood it yet, but the old man has already realized the true meaning?

Could it be that Lao Fang's attainments in ancient literature are still above the old man, the dean of the White Horse Academy?

If this continues, how can the old man still be in charge of the White Horse Academy!

No way!

It must not make people feel that the old man's skills are inferior to others and lose to the old side!

Thinking of this, Confucius immediately swept away the confusion that shrouded his heart, smiled, and nodded lightly: "Good article! Sure enough, it's a good article!

Looking at the expressions of Confucius and Fang Mingzhou, everyone at the scene was in awe.

It is really worthy of being the dean and vice president of White Horse Academy, such an obscure article, the two adults have already understood it so quickly!

How did they know that Confucius and Fang Mingzhou just didn't want to show weakness to others, but in fact, like everyone else, they were also at a loss in their hearts.

"Ding, congratulations to the host 'Zhang Fan' for his successful flickering. ”

"Trust from Confucius, +1."

"Trust from Fang Mingzhou, +1."

"From Wang Junkai......"

Zhang Fan didn't know the mental activities of the two, so he just continued to recite.

“...... If the husband takes advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth, and the argument of the six qis, and swims in the infinite, he will be treated evilly? Therefore, it is said: The supreme man has no self, the god and man have no merit, and the saint has no name!"

At this point, it came to an abrupt end.

Zhang Fan let out a long breath, feeling relieved after finishing the work.

This "Getaway" was recited by him in college, and although he has been in and out of society for many years, he can still remember it vividly, which is also commendable.

The scene was silent, and after waiting for a long time, Zhang Fan did not continue to speak, and Song Yu and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Is it finally over?

No!

And that's not all!

The nightmare has just begun!

The expressions on the faces of Song Yu and the other students suddenly became solemn, and they said in their hearts that it was too late for Lao Tzu to drop out of school now.

However, when I thought about it in my heart, I didn't dare to say it after all.

Thinking about the beginning, in order to be able to enter the White Horse Academy, they also suffered a lot, how could they give up easily.

What's more, I don't know how many students outside have sharpened their heads and want to get into the White Horse Academy, if they retreat, wouldn't it be the right thing for others.

Therefore, such an idea is just a thought, and no one dares to put it forward.

If you want to hate, you can only hate Zhang Fan...... Oh no, I should hate Song Yu.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is Zhang Fan deliberately targeting Song Yu.

Pity them, these innocent pond fish, they were also affected, and they were simply blood mold that had been poured for eight lifetimes.

As soon as he thought of this, countless eyes full of grievances turned to Song Yu.

And Song Yu is innocent, what's the matter with your eyes? Are you blaming Ben Gongzi? It's not about Ben Gongzi! Ben Gongzi is also a victim!

At this moment, Confucius also quietly exhaled and asked Zhang Fan casually, "Mr. Tang, is there no one behind?"

"And ......"

Before Zhang Fan's words were finished, he heard the sound of "pop", Fang Mingzhou's wrist shook slightly, and the brush in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

It is strange that everyone follows the prestige.

But seeing that Fang Mingzhou was silent, he leaned over and picked up the brush, snorted, and said, "The wind here seems to be a bit strong!"

A little windy?

When everyone heard this, they felt even more inexplicable.

After listening to Zhang Fan's words, not only Fang Mingzhou, but Song Yu and the others were about to go crazy.

Even Confucius's face changed slightly, and he rushed out: "And?!"

"Old Master Kong, is there anything wrong?"

Zhang Fanqi said.

In his memory, the length of "Getaway" should be more than that, but the textbook is only excerpted here, so he memorized these.

The reason why he said "yes" was to scare Song Yu.

Unexpectedly, Confucius was also frightened.

"Ahem, no, there's nothing wrong!" Confucius faked coughing twice, and reluctantly smiled, "The old man just feels strange, how could such a big work stop abruptly!"

Zhang Fan observed the words and looks, and suddenly gained insight into Confucius's thoughts, and secretly felt funny.

"Although there are still things in the back, I can't remember it for a while!" After a pause, Zhang Fan seemed to suddenly remember something, "There are still mundane things in the future, if he has the opportunity in the future, he will ask Mrs. Kong for advice!"

As he spoke, Zhang Fan bowed his hand, turned around and wanted to leave.

But before he could take a step, he was stopped by Confucius, "Mr. Tang stays! It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, why bother looking for another day, please move to the old man's mansion to talk about it, how about it?"

"This ......"

Zhang Fan pretended to hesitate.

Without waiting for him to speak, in the midst of Lang's laughter, Confucius and Fang Mingzhou couldn't help but say, they had already dragged Zhang Fan's arm and strode towards the Taishi Mansion in the city.