Million UP School God Plays Me Every Day [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 24 Chapter V 3 in 1

 

On Friday morning, classrooms were in chaos and mourning owls were everywhere.

On the auspicious day that is about to usher in the weekend, the representative of the Chinese class suddenly came to deliver the message - Lao Qin decided to take up the early self-study to do a small test, 15 minutes, 50 poems to fill in the blanks, and a quick decision.

Che Ziming's hands shaking as he flipped through the book became a sieve, "Chibi Fu Chibi Fu! I didn't memorize the middle part!"

Wang Gou sighed softly at the side, "I advise you, forget it, don't make things difficult for yourself."

"That won't work!" Che Ziming was anxious on the spot, "What the hell are you talking about, I can still save him!"

"Then, it's okay." Wang Gou said, "Don't give up on yourself."

"Stop praising it!" Che Ziming turned over and roared angrily, "There is a player who plays the flute, let's make peace with it by singing! Its sound is woo! woo! Of course!"

Xie Lan's scalp tightened.

"Red Cliff Fu" is the only ancient prose he has taught himself since he started school, and the other is "Will Enter the Wine". "Will Enter the Wine" is quite difficult, and "Red Cliff Fu" is simply hell.

Dou Sheng turned his pen and looked at Xie Lan, "This sentence must be tested, and the sound is humming, will you know it later?"

Xie Lan subconsciously looked up at the ceiling and began to recall.

"His voice is humming... like... thunder piercing his ears, like a glow on his back, like..."

"It's like being struck by lightning." Dou Sheng sighed, and pressed the Chinese document on his hand, "Don't be like that, read it again, read it again."

Xie Lan flipped through the book in pain, while Dou Sheng memorized it.

"Its voice is humming, like resentment or admiration, like weeping like complaining, and the lingering sound is endless."

There is a natural sense of frustration in this parallelism, and Dou Sheng's deep and deep voice is not too fast or too slow, which sounds inexplicably healing.

Xie Lan couldn't help but sigh, "Chinese is really nice."

"You should learn more." Dou Sheng reached over with the pencil in his hand, and drew a circle on the three characters of resentment, mu, and curl, "Look carefully at the shape of the characters, it is too unfair to write a wrong word."

He rubbed the back of Xie Lan's hand when he was talking, and after rubbing it, he came back and posted a post, muttering: "The medicine I took the day before yesterday, why are my hands still cold today, a piece of antipyretic medicine is too strong."

Xie Lan got angry when he mentioned this, "Don't feed me with a pet medicine feeder next time."

"Who made you fall asleep." Dou Sheng smacked his lips, "It's quite picky."

Fifty poems to fill in the blanks in fifteen minutes, the elite owls felt a little tight.

Xie Lan was fine, anyway, he had just taught himself two pieces of ancient prose, and there were a total of eight questions, so he just picked those and wrote them and it was over.

The only regret is that Dou Sheng didn't test the important points in the exam. Xie Lan struggled with the bare paper for a long time, and then broke the part of his voice into two sentences and wrote it in the blank space below the paper.