Siheyuan: After being reincarnated as a master's daughter

When going to school today, Yi Jiale, Huo Sheng, and Lin Xiong all got up relatively early. When they arrived at the classroom, they saw the class monitor Shen Zhaodi already reciting the text.

Yi Jiale and Huo Sheng both greeted the class monitor, and then started reading in their seats. Huo Sheng was previewing the following lesson, while Yi Jiale was reading the analysis of the poem given by Teacher Yan.

The class monitor found that Yi Jiale was not reading the text, but reading other books. Class monitor Shen Zhaodi walked up to Yi Jiale and saw Yi Jiale reading the analysis of poetry, so the class monitor also started reading.

Yi Jiale looked up and saw the monitor, so he invited him, "Monitor, take a stool and sit next to me, and let's watch it together!"

Shen Zhaodi scratched her head a little embarrassedly, but in order to learn knowledge, although a little embarrassed, she still moved a stool and sat next to Yi Jiale to watch.

However, Yi Jiale has been reading it these days and is almost done memorizing the last part, so he reads it quite quickly.

Seeing Yi Jiale flipping through the pages quickly, Shen Zhaodi interrupted him and said, "Student Yi Jiale, can you study seriously? You can't even concentrate if you're just flipping through the pages like this."

Yi Jiale: "But I can recite them all!"

"What! Are you saying that you can memorize it just by flipping through it?" Shen Zhaodi looked unconvinced.

Yi Jiale waved his hands helplessly: "Just now I can recite the whole book. If you don't believe me, you can check it. I'll give you the book. Just turn to any page and I will be able to recite it."

Shen Zhaodi took the book and looked at Yi Jiale doubtfully: "What does page 36 say?"

Yi Jiale thought about it in his mind and spoke confidently: "Ode to the Humble House, by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. A mountain is not famous because of its height, but because of the immortals living there. A river is not magical because of its depth, but because of the dragons living there. This is a humble house, but my virtue is fragrant. The moss on the steps is green, and the grass is green in the curtains..."

"A mountain doesn't need to be high, as long as there are gods, it will be famous. A river doesn't need to be deep, as long as there are dragons, it will be spiritual. This is a simple house, but as long as I have good morals, I won't feel it is simple. The steps are green and grow up to the platform. The grass is green and reflected in the curtain..."

Class monitor Shen Zhaodi turned to page 57 in disbelief and asked, "Then tell me what page 57 says?"

Yi Jiale paused for only three seconds this time before reciting: "Lanting Preface" by Wang Xizhi of the Jin Dynasty. In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year of Guichou, at the beginning of late spring, we met at the Lanting Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji, to hold a purification ceremony. All the wise men and women came, young and old. There are high mountains and steep ridges, lush forests and bamboos, and clear and turbulent streams. The reflections on the left and right are used as flowing wine cups and curved waters, and people sit in the second row. Although there is no grand music and string instruments, a cup of wine and a poem are enough to express one's deep feelings. ………………"

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, in the year of Guichou, in early March, we gathered at the Lanting in Shanyin City, Kuaiji County, to perform the ritual of purification. Many wise men and capable people gathered here, both old and young. The Lanting is a place with high peaks, lush and dense forests and bamboo groves; there are also clear and turbulent streams, which shine and surround the pavilion on both sides. We diverted the water to form a circular channel for floating wine cups, and sat in a row beside the winding water. Although there was no grand occasion of orchestral performance, drinking wine and writing poems was enough to express ourselves freely... "

Time passed slowly as Yi Jiale carefully memorized the last poem and its translation. The classroom was already full of students, and Teacher Yan was standing at the door, watching with a look of satisfaction and excitement in his eyes.

This child is so smart. She has memorized so much information after only being given the book for a few days.

After Yi Jiale memorized all the words and the translations, his classmates suddenly burst into applause. Everyone looked at Yi Jiale with admiration. After all, when there is someone who is not much better than you, you may feel that there is not much difference between you and him. But when this person has surpassed most people in the world, you no longer have the desire to compare with him.

Class monitor Shen Zhaodi also looked at Yi Jiale with complicated eyes. This time, she really believed that Yi Jiale had memorized the whole book. And she really knew what the three words "little genius" meant.

When she knew that there was a little genius in her class, Shen Zhaodi was afraid that her first place would be taken away. Since the beginning of the school year, Shen Zhaodi came to school the earliest and went home the latest. She also studied at home and often taught herself the rest of the class. However, seeing that Yi Jiale could recite these difficult poems easily, Shen Zhaodi was shocked! She thought that her hard work would be useful, but she still couldn't compare to other people's talents.

Shen Zhaodi returned the book to Yi Jiale: "Yi Jiale, you are really amazing. I am convinced! It turns out that you really memorized the whole book."

Yan Bugui was also surprised when he heard this and asked, "Yi Jiale, did you really memorize the entire book?"

Yi Jiale nodded embarrassedly.

Yan Bugui took a deep breath and looked at Yi Jiale with a complicated expression: "Okay then! You can ask me if you want to see anything in the future. I will try to find it for you."

Yi Jiale held the book in his hand and thought about the monitor who was reading next to him just now and asked, "Teacher Yan, can we show this book of poetry analysis to all the students? I have memorized it all."

Yan Bugui: "Sure, you can take turns reading. But you must take good care of the books. If anyone loses them, they must compensate me."

Yi Jiale raised his hand, and Yan Bugui saw it and said, "Do you have any other questions, Yi Jiale?"

Yi Jiale: "Teacher, I think we can take advantage of the afternoon when there are no classes and ask the students who are willing to learn to come to school, and let the students who can write a word well write it on the blackboard, so that everyone who is willing to learn can start learning at the same time."

Yan Bugui thought this was a good idea and said, "Then go ahead and write. I think your handwriting is very elegant."

Yi Jiale...

"Teacher, you forgot that I am only that tall now, and I can't even reach the blackboard!"

"I suggest that we let the class monitor lead everyone and let the class monitor write."

Yan Bugui wanted to laugh when he heard Yi Jiale say that he couldn't reach the blackboard, but he was afraid of discouraging the children, so he held it back. He nodded and asked, "Class monitor, are you willing to lead everyone in learning?"

Class monitor Shen Zhaodi nodded willingly: "Teacher, don't worry, I will definitely lead the students who are willing to learn to study hard!"

Yan Bugui: "Okay, you can write down the words you don't understand, and I will ask you during class the next day!" Don't ask why Yan Bugui doesn't come to school in the afternoon, because in the afternoon Yan Bugui usually goes fishing to supplement his family income.

Monitor: "Okay, teacher!"

Yan Bugui: "Okay, let's not waste any more time. Let's open our Little Red Book and start reciting..."

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While reciting, 007 said in the system space: "Host, how does it feel to be a top student? How does it feel to be cool? Being admired by others and appreciated by teachers, isn't it very happy?"

Yi Jiale's consciousness sank into his mind and said to 007, "It feels really good to pretend, hahahaha..."