Chapter 49: Memorizing the text
Zhang Xingbao was sure that he had been deceived, and the more he thought about it, the more difficult it was to balance. So much so that he couldn't cultivate seriously for the rest of the period of time, until the alarm bell rang in the morning when the school woke up.
Although he belongs to the students who have been abandoned by the teacher, it is obviously not okay to blatantly skip class. This is not only another challenge to the teacher's authority, but also makes the classmates feel unfair. Therefore, Zhang Xingbao still had no choice but to get up to meet the new day's morning reading class, and it was not without the opportunity to doze off in the morning reading class.
Because of the deep cultivation and shallow sleep, Zhang Xingbao is no longer as sleepy as before. On the contrary, he was very energetic, and even more decisive than the four fat and the second high to get up.
After going to the cafeteria with the dormitory director to buy two steamed buns, the two of them ran to the classroom hand in hand. Not many people arrived earlier than them, but there were a steady stream of people who arrived at the classrooms with them. Zhang Xingbao himself has never arrived at school early, so his sudden arrival surprised the students present.
However, after all, he does not belong to rich children, nor does he belong to children who study well, and even because of his personality quirks, he does not fit in with children who study poorly. So everyone was just a little surprised, because the relationship was a little estranged, and no one paid attention to him.
Zhang Xingbao sat on the stool, eating the meat bun while flipping through the textbook on the table. Turning around and glancing at the lesbian table, Zhang Xingbao asked, "Who is the first class today?"
"Language. "The lesbian table was concise and to the point.
Zhang Xingbao nodded, took out the backlog of textbooks from the table, and threw the books on the table to cover for the next bedtime.
The lesbian table gave up and continued to recite the text, and after looking at Zhang Xingbao curiously, she suddenly asked Zhang Xingbao: "You didn't come last night, Teacher Zhang looked angry." Where did you go last night? Tomorrow there is a class from Teacher Zhang, and I'm afraid he won't let you go. ”
Zhang Xingbao knew that the lesbian table would not really care about him, but he was just a little curious. I didn't have the patience to explain to the female table, did I tell him to go to the market to buy chickens to summon ghosts at night?
Shaking his head, Zhang Xingbao said, "Sleep in the dormitory." ”
The lesbian table nodded when she heard the 'oh', not thinking that Zhang Xingbao was lying to her, and maybe she didn't care that Zhang Xingbao was lying to her. She said to Zhang Xingbao a little kindly: "Today, the teacher may have to take a random test for the text, and I assigned homework last week, but I didn't test it yesterday, and I'm afraid there will be a random check in class today." ”
Zhang Xingbao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this, thinking of the thin Chinese teacher, he felt a headache.
In Zhang Xingbao's impression, there is no male teacher who is a gentle master, although there are few people who fight when they disagree with a political teacher, but they all belong to people who like to slap people when they are annoyed.
"Memorize those texts?" Zhang Xingbao remembers that there seems to be no teacher who does not ask students to memorize texts.
"In general, as long as there is a text in the text, you have to memorize it, and you don't need to be able to memorize all of them, but you are required to be able to recite most of them. The female table explained, and didn't want to waste the morning reading time by chatting with Zhang Xingbao, so she decisively turned her head and picked up the book.
Zhang Xingbao didn't ask again, and ate the last bit of bun into his mouth. After chewing a little, I didn't think much about it, and it would definitely come anyway.
He erected the book on the table and hid his head behind it. As soon as I closed my eyes, I began to continue to exercise in my sleep.
I don't know when the bell finally rang after class, and Zhang Xingbao woke up from his sleep. Combined with the more than four hours of falling asleep last night, he has used up more than five hours of his falling asleep time today.
Unlike others, Zhang Xingbao's dreams are all cultivated in the rebirth ring. In this way, you can not only ensure your sleep, but also allow yourself to cultivate quietly and undisturbed. Twelve hours a day to fall asleep, Zhang Xingbao used nearly half of it at the moment. He wasn't in a hurry to use them all up, after all, it was still early before the end of the day.
Immediately waiting for the bell of the Chinese class, although he did not dare to sleep in the Chinese class blatantly, Zhang Xingbao was also ready to travel to the world.
Until the class bell rang, he was still wandering in the world. What I was thinking about was the magic of summoning ghosts last night, although there was no danger, it still left a part of the shadow on Zhang Xingbao. He began to speculate in his heart about the ghost baby who had crawled into the campus from outside the wall, and if he was not mistaken, there was still her grave outside the wall, but he didn't know which one.
There must be a female corpse buried under the stadium, because last night it was certain that the knife-wielding male ghost had buried the female corpse there after killing someone. Of course, it is not ruled out that the knife-wielding man was later arrested and the woman's body was fished out of the ground by the police and reburied.
Although dust to dust to dust, everything is undisturbed. But what happened last night made Zhang Xingbao realize that in fact, this campus is not as calm as it seems, at least the chickens, dogs, ducks and fish in the cafeteria. Zhang Xingbao did see it last night, maybe one or two pieces of the meat of the chickens, dogs, ducks and fish that turned into ghosts fell into his belly.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xingbao felt that the meat bun he ate this morning was so disgusting.
"Zhang Xingbao..." A stern voice rang out, particularly harsh in the suddenly quiet classroom. Zhang Xingbao was so frightened that he almost didn't jump up directly, and when he looked up at the table, he saw the Chinese teacher Tian Weihua staring at him with an ugly face.
"You, memorize the teacher's watch. If you can't memorize it, I'll let you read early and sleep all the time. The Chinese teacher was full of emotion, and he had already picked up the whip in his hand that represented his consolation. The whip is made of bamboo, and when it is struck in the palm of the hand, it will not worry about the hand of the person who is beaten, but it is guaranteed that the hand of the person who is beaten will be extremely painful.
Zhang Xingbao's face changed, not only because he was accused by the teacher, but also because he was reported to others when he read and slept in class. Soon Zhang Xingbao guessed who was looking at the little report that he was not pleasing to? Almost immediately, Zhang Xingbao guessed that it must have been done by Liao Guangming, the representative of the Chinese class, and sure enough, there was still a bit of schadenfreude on Liao Guangming's face.
Zhang Xingbao secretly gritted his teeth and at the same time his scalp was numb, and he felt more than forty pairs of eyes looking at him. There's banter, and there's sympathy.
It is too difficult to memorize the teacher's table, Zhang Xingbao has not memorized it, but he has not succeeded. Even if it has succeeded before, it is almost hopeful. Not to mention him, how many students in the class can memorize? Except for those guys who have good Chinese scores and listen to the teacher, I am afraid that there are really few who can memorize.
After a little thought, Zhang Xingbao searched his intestines and began to recall the content of the teacher's table. Time waits for no one, and he doesn't want to be too embarrassed. It's just that most of the people think that he can memorize, so everyone is looking forward to him being embarrassed, including the Chinese teacher, who may not have such thoughts.