Chapter 213: Chapter 213: The Little Dumpling Raises His Hand Chapter 213: Chapter 213: The Little Dumpling Raises His Hand Yue Jiannan brought the little one to the classroom.
It was still napti, yet half the people had already arrived.
Everyone sat at their desks, not lifting their heads from their books.
It was windy in the spring.
Those who ca and went didn’t notice as the wind slamd the door against the fra with a loud bang.
Yet the people in the classroom kept their heads down, completely imrsed in a sea of books.
Yue Jiannan’s deskmate hadn’t arrived yet, so he let Yue Qingqing sit next to him.
He, himself, took out so papers to start answering questions.
Yue Qingqing, feeling bored, looked at the Hero-brand ink on the desk and then at the tall stack of books that almost blocked her view, and realized her uncle really had it tough.
Yue Jiannan t Qingqing’s gaze, thinking she was bored, and casually pulled out a Chinese textbook for her.
“There are lots of pictures in this book; you can look at it for now.”
He was completely treating her like a child.
Yue Qingqing opened the textbook; so characters she recognized, others she didn’t. She read with a mix of guessing and knowledge.
Just then, Yue Jiannan’s deskmate arrived, a boy with a crew cut who looked lively.
He stood by the desk, staring blankly at the little bun.
“Yue Jiannan, don’t tell this is your daughter.”
Yue Jiannan glared at him, “Wang Qiang, what are you blabbering about? How old do you think I am? This is my little niece, Qingqing.”
With a shaved head, he finally understood, “That makes sense; you could never produce such a cute little girl.”
“Get lost, punk!” Yue Jiannan muttered, continuing with his questions.
Wang Qiang pulled up a chair next to Yue Qingqing, “Can you understand this?”
Yue Qingqing, behaving obediently, shook her head, her big eyes looking at him, “I don’t recognize a lot of it.”
This look was too charming; Wang Qiang imdiately started reading the book to her.
“This piece is called ‘morial on the Departure of the Army,’ written by Zhuge Liang.”
Yue Qingqing murmured, “Is it the strategist from the Three Kingdoms?”
“Wow, how did you know?”
“I saw it on TV.”
The village chief’s TV announced that “Romance of the Three Kingdoms” was starting to be fild, and the country was searching for actors.
They also said that Zhuge Liang had been cast by a particularly talented national first-class actor; afterwards, Yue Qingqing asked her grandmother who Zhuge Liang was.
She had already realized that the era she was in had nothing to do with the history of this world, even though there were many similarities.
Although this world also had legends of immortals, most of them were different from her own.
Lin Chunju then explained Zhuge Liang’s identity to Yue Qingqing and also ntioned a story about borrowing arrows with thatched boats.
Yue Qingqing then knew that this Zhuge Liang was an extrely clever and remarkable military strategist.
Seeing that Yue Qingqing knew, Wang Qiang beca even more enthusiastic, reading the piece to her from beginning to end, inadvertently revising his own knowledge as well.
Yue Qingqing listened obediently, not uttering a word.
After finishing, she nodded, “He really was a good person.”
Wang Qiang did not really think Yue Qingqing understood but still complinted her, “Qingqing is really smart.”
Then he deliberately belittled Yue Jiannan, “Much better than your uncle.”
“Go away!” Yue Jiannan sent him a withering look, clearly showing that the two were on good terms.
Later, as the class was about to start and big brother had not yet returned, probably delayed by sothing,
Yue Jiannan could only apply to the teacher entering the classroom to let Yue Qingqing sit in an unoccupied seat at the back.
He assured that his little niece would absolutely not disrupt the class order.
These days students ca from complicated backgrounds, and there were instances in other classes of bringing children to attend, so the teacher easily accommodated them.
The first period was math, and Yue Qingqing watched the board full of inscriptions, daring not to blink.
This world… was amazing; she couldn’t understand any of the characters or formulas.
It seed she had much to learn in the future.
After the class, Yue Jiandong had still not appeared; Yue Jiannan had no choice but to take Yue Qingqing to the next Chinese literature class
where the teacher happened to be discussing “morial on the Departure of the Army.”
“This text is required to be morized for the college entrance exam; which student will recite it?”
Many students raised their hands.
The teacher was about to pick soone who hadn’t raised their hand.
Suddenly, he noticed at the back of the classroom, a little bun had raised her hand high.
The Chinese teacher, known for his enjoynt in blending education with fun, liked to joke around with everyone during class.
He coughed deliberately, “It seems we have a new student in class today; let’s have her recite.”
Following the direction pointed out by the teacher, everyone saw Yue Qingqing sitting at the back.
A burst of good-natured laughter erupted.
Yue Qingqing, looking puzzled, stood up, not understanding what everyone was laughing about.
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