Zhang Zhaomu now feels that class time seems to pass even faster than class time.
The core effect of the " Academic Ace " persona is the ability to be constantly focused, something that even real Academic Ace cannot achieve.
The bell rang, and Chen Yongchao, unusually, lingered a little longer than usual, finishing the last part of the text. Then, he suddenly spoke again:
" Zhang Zhaomu, come to my office."
Zhang Zhaomu was taken aback for a moment.
What does Old Chen want with me? I don't think I've done anything against the rules these past two days, have I?
However, Chen Yongchao had already walked out of the classroom, Zhang Zhaomu could only follow him with a heart full of doubt.
The classroom office was empty. Chen Yongchao walked to his workstation, sat down, and pointed to the chair opposite him, saying, "Sit down."
Zhang Zhaomu felt a sense of relief.
It's clear they're not trying to cause me any trouble, since they were able to let me sit down.
It's probably something that happened in the class.
He didn't ask any questions; after sitting down, he waited patiently for Chen Yongchao to speak.
Chen Yongchao first took a sip from his thermos, let out a long sigh, and then said, "I heard from the teachers that you haven't been sleeping in class much these past few days?"
"I have deeply reflected on my actions since Teacher Chen reprimanded me last time," Zhang Zhaomu said, spouting platitudes.
"Very good." Chen Yongchao nodded. "Changing one's learning attitude is achieved step by step like this."
"However, simply avoiding drowsiness isn't enough. Since you're sitting in the classroom, you still need to learn something, at least a little." He paused.
"I noticed during class today that you kept your head down the whole time and didn't listen to a single word... What were you looking at?"
"The Chinese textbook," Zhang Zhaomu answered honestly.
"Oh?" Chen Yongchao raised his left eyebrow. "Is your Chinese textbook this interesting? Enough to keep you focused for two whole class periods?"
He clearly did not believe Zhang Zhaomu's explanation.
What a joke! After being a homeroom teacher for so many years, how could he not know what students are like these days?
Especially someone like Zhang Zhaomu, if he could really concentrate on his textbooks, would he still have such grades? He's probably either reading on his phone or some random novels.
He simply leaned back in his chair:
"Looks like I need to reflect on myself. My lectures are so boring that our class monitor would rather read the textbook than listen to me."
Zhang Zhaomu felt a slight ache in his teeth.
Why does this person always talk in a sarcastic and sarcastic tone?
" Teacher Chen, your lectures are excellent." He explained, "However, my foundation is too weak, so I'm thinking of studying on my own first to catch up on what I've missed."
Chen Yongchao drawled out an "Oh".
"It's good to have self-discipline." He said in the same tone, "However, Chinese is quite different from other subjects. I wonder what the class monitor is studying on his own?"
"Right now, the main focus is still on memorizing the texts," Zhang Zhaomu said. "I want to memorize what needs to be memorized first, and then delve into the specific analysis."
"I see." Chen Yongchao seized on the loophole in the other person's words. "But if you didn't attend any classes, how would you know which excerpts need to be memorized?"
"I really don't know," Zhang Zhaomu said earnestly. "So, I simply memorized the entire texts. It wasn't too much trouble, and I think memorizing them as a whole might help me understand the content of the works more."
Chen Yongchao chuckled out loud. He sat up straight and stared at Zhang Zhaomu.
"Memorize the entire text?"
Now he's starting to admire his class monitor. Putting everything else aside, he's incredibly thick-skinned; even after spouting such nonsense, he still maintains a remarkably sincere expression.
If what he said hadn't been so outrageous, Chen Yongchao felt he might have almost believed it.
Memorizing the entire text is one thing, but adding "not too much trouble" is another?
For a normal student, even just trying to memorize those excerpts from the textbook would be incredibly difficult; getting points on the fill-in-the-blank questions in the college entrance exam is no easy feat!
What? Do you think you're some kind of genius with a photographic memory?
Chen Yongchao was curious to see just how far the other person could go with their ramblings, so he followed along with the other person's words with great interest:
Which text did you memorize in these two lessons?
"The Return of the Return, the Memorial to the Throne, and the Letter to Ren An, but this one is a bit long, and I haven't finished memorizing it yet," Zhang Zhaomu counted on his fingers.
Chen Yongchao: "..."
He wasn't angry at all; he just wanted to laugh.
In two classes, I memorized three texts, and they weren't just a few lines of classical poetry; they were all long pieces.
How did this guy manage to keep quiet when saying something like that? Is he just naturally averse to smiling?
Chen Yongchao couldn't help but laugh out loud, and said cheerfully, "Our class monitor has really learned a lot in these two classes. How about you recite a couple of lines for me?"
"Which passage should we memorize?" Zhang Zhaomu asked calmly.
"Memorize what you remember." Chen Yongchao waved his hand, looking like he was watching a good show.
"Okay." Zhang Zhaomu took a breath; the notes she had taken in class were still crystal clear in her mind.
"My family is poor; farming is insufficient to support us. Our household is filled with young children, and we have no stored grain. We have no means of livelihood to sustain us..."
"... The poem titled 'Returning Home' was written in the eleventh month of the year Yi Si."
The smile on Chen Yongchao's face slowly froze.
This guy actually memorized the "Return to the Countryside" poem? And wasn't it the preface that he memorized? It wasn't part of the designated memorization list.
"Return home! My fields are overgrown with weeds, why not return..."
Zhang Zhaomu did not pause and continued to recite the text. Although his tone was flat and straightforward, his speaking speed remained very steady. Before he knew it, he had memorized the entire article.
Then he glanced at Chen Yongchao.
The other person stared straight at him without saying a word.
Since no one has called a halt, let's continue.
So Zhang Zhaomu began to recite again:
"Your subject secretly reports: I have suffered misfortune and hardship since childhood. My beloved father passed away when I was only six months old..."
The smile on Chen Yongchao's face finally vanished, and his eyes slowly widened.
No, are you serious?
I just wanted to see how you would explain all those outrageous claims you made, and you actually managed to stick them in?
Moreover, not only did he recite it exceptionally fluently, but he also didn't mispronounce a single word.
"Maybe he had already memorized it beforehand and just used this as an excuse?"
Chen Yongchao instinctively guessed this.
But reason told him that this was not reasonable. After all, given Zhang Zhaomu's previous grades, it was impossible for him to have memorized these texts, unless he deliberately did poorly on the test to hide his shortcomings.
Zhang Zhaomu quickly finished reciting one petition, and this time he didn't pause, seamlessly transitioning to the next one.
"Sima Qian, the humble servant of the Grand Historian, bows twice to say: To my esteemed friend, Your Excellency: I was honored to receive your letter earlier, instructing me to be cautious in my dealings with others and to prioritize recommending worthy scholars. Your earnestness and diligence are truly admirable..."
"Stop!" Chen Yongchao abruptly raised his hand. "That's enough."
He even recited "Letter to Ren An" from the beginning; he no longer knew how to react.
To be honest, even as a seasoned Chinese language teacher, he hadn't memorized the entire text of this lesson, which had only been included in textbooks for a few years.
He stared at Zhang Zhaomu, opened his mouth, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
My cheap class monitor, you feel like a stranger to me!