"Students, the Spring Festival marks the beginning of the year. All things are renewed, and heaven and earth are filled with an air of peace and harmony."
"Time flies like a shuttle; the years slip away. We ought to reflect upon this..."
Two months had passed since the New Year, and the festive atmosphere had faded. Wang Wenxu brought the matter up again, speaking of how precious time was and urging the students to cherish every minute and second, cherish their opportunities to learn, and strive to enrich themselves.
By the end, his meaning was clear enough: he hoped certain students would stop skipping class at the drop of a hat and squandering their fine talent for study.
Xiao He held his head high and puffed out his chest. No mistake about it—Wang Wenxu was talking about him.
Next, Wang Wenxu handed out exam papers and asked the students to compose a poem on the theme of the changing of time.
Xiang Yuan held his head high and puffed out his chest, inspiration bursting forth in his mind. It felt like he could produce another original poem today.
Which one should he create?
Staring at the blank sheet before him, Xiang Yuan sighed. Having talent spill over also had its troubles. A gifted young genius like him often had thoughts that came too swiftly and fine lines that poured out one after another, leaving him unsure where best to begin.
Alas, being a genius was hard too!
Xiao He curled his lip. Seeing Xiang Yuan practically glowing with excitement as he prepared to hold in something huge, he tossed aside his brush, no longer in the mood to compose a poem and tease Wang Wenxu.
The last time he and Xu Jixian had dashed off their grand works, it had