The preparatory bell rang that morning. The first class was with Chinese teacher Dai Yongquan, a middle-aged man who genuinely loved literature.
Whenever he recited classical texts, he did so with great feeling, completely immersed as he showed the students the beauty of ancient prose.
Unfortunately, most students could not appreciate that beauty. They only found it amusing.
Whenever Dai Yongquan began reciting, everyone got a chance to zone out, so they rather liked hearing him recite.
Xue Yuantong looked puzzled. "I feel like I've forgotten something."
Jiang Ning said, "Hm?"
Bai Yuxia said, "Teacher Dai mentioned last week that he'd randomly check our recitation of the text this class."
Xue Yuantong finally remembered. "The Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng, right?"
"Mm. Have you memorized it?" Bai Yuxia asked. She had spent all day over the weekend cramming it at home and had finally memorized it. If the Chinese teacher called on her, she was confident she could handle it.
Xue Yuantong hurriedly opened her textbook. "If I start memorizing it now, I should still make it in time!"
Chai Wei, sitting in front of her, immediately laughed with disdain. "You're underestimating this ancient text. It's one of the harder ones to memorize, and its structure is pretty scattered."
He admitted that Xue Yuantong had outstanding grades, but memorizing this text? It would take at least an entire morning self-study session.
As he spoke, Xue Yuantong muttered, "Yuzhang was once an old commandery, Hongdu is now a new prefecture. The stars are divided by Yi and Zhen, the land joins Heng and Lu..."
Chai Wei did not think much of it. He had finally found a chance to knock down the top student in their grade and show off his own superior judgment. "Forget it. You won't make