Chapter 10 (2) School

  Lin Xingbai walked into the classroom, not saying a word, but simply standing on the podium, exuding an aura of majesty and grandeur. However, in this day and age, there were only a few students below who could appreciate such demeanor.

  "Settle down." The words came from Qu Feng, who had rushed up from behind. Qu Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the students below, who were in a state of complete chaos. He thought to himself, with an environment this chaotic, I hope it doesn't provoke Lin into going on a rampage.

  The principal still had some authority, and as soon as he sat back in his own seat, everyone immediately quieted down.

  "Now, let me introduce to everyone, this is the new teacher Lin, who will be teaching you classical Chinese from now on." Qu Feng accidentally got nervous while speaking and mistakenly said "classical Chinese" instead of "literary language", so he immediately corrected himself: "I mean literary language."

  "Teacher Lin is a famous teacher, everyone should be more serious in the future." Qu Feng said: "Okay, I've finished speaking, now it's Teacher Lin's turn to speak."

  Lin Xingbai stood on the podium: "I don't have much to say, my surname is Lin, I'm called Lin Xingbai, everyone calls me Teacher Lin." Lin Xingbai picked up a piece of chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard. Before this, Lin Xingbai had never used chalk before.

  However, Lin Xingbai's calligraphy skills back then were completely suppressed by his father. His brush pen calligraphy skills were incredibly deep. Now that he has switched to writing chalk characters, he writes them with a similar flair, far surpassing the average teacher's chalk writing.

  The style of music saw the situation was almost the same, and then went out of the classroom.

  The bell rang on time for class.

  "Good morning, Teacher Lin." A row of students stood up in unison. Lin Xingbai looked around and estimated that there were about thirty students in the class, mostly girls, with only a few boys. Twenty-nine girls and three boys.

  Twenty-nine girls are all above average in appearance, and many of them are beautiful. Most of them wear white shirts with white skirts, looking like small white flowers, very pleasing to the eye.

  Lin Xingbai was unexpectedly surprised to find that among these students, there were actually two familiar faces. One was Cai Yiyin from the Changbai Puppet Sect, who happened to be in this school, which was rare. The other was Qu Feiyan, whom he had seen before and had practiced the Youhu Magic Skill.

  Cai Yiyang sat in her seat, with a few puzzled eyes, not understanding why the good Master Tai Shu Zu suddenly became Teacher Lin.

  Qu Ge flew a glance at Lin Xingbai, immediately looked away, and stared intently at the desktop.

  Lin Xingbai walked over and stood in front of Qu Feiyan's desk: "Qu Feiyan, classmate, show some respect for your teacher, hurry up and call me Teacher Lin."

  Lin Xingbai's actions had scared the entire Class 3A. Most of the students in Class 3A were ordinary people, with only three exceptions being unusual. However, most of the students knew that Qu Feiyan had a powerful background and was not someone to be trifled with. Even the teachers didn't dare to provoke Qu Feiyan.

  Lin Xingbai, the first person to dare provoke the noble family of Quyi Middle School's little demon girl. It's just unknown how he will die in the end, apparently, many students think that Lin Xingbai is doomed, no one dares to provoke the little demon girl, no one dares to touch her.

  As for calling Qu Fei Yan "Lao Lao Shi" and Lin Teacher, that is absolutely impossible.

  "Teacher Lin is good." was forced to come here by Lin Xingbai, and didn't dare to resist at all. He was truly afraid of Lin Xingbai's profound skills, so Qu Feiyan had no choice but to yield. At this moment, a pair of broken glasses fell to the ground. No one expected that Qu Feiyan would yield.

  Xiao Mo Niang Qu Fei Yan Kui Fu, this can be taken as the first news of Qu Yi Guizu Middle School for this month, absolutely no exaggeration.

  If there's one person who wouldn't be surprised by this, it would only be Cai Yiy. Cai Yiy puffed out her small face, saying that Master Taishizu was all-powerful, and even if Qu Feiyan was called the little demon girl again, she had indeed cultivated the Youhuo magic, but to no avail.

  One is a little witch and the other is a great master of the cultivation world, this gap is too big.

  Hearing Qu Fei Yan's surrender, Lin Xing Bai smiled slightly and didn't press the issue further, walking back up to the podium.

  "Alright, I'm here to teach, let's not waste any more time on idle chatter. Let's start class." Lin Xingbai said as he stood on the podium, then picked up a book from the third grade and flipped through it casually, coincidentally stopping at "A Record of Yueyang Tower".

  "I gaze out at the magnificent view of Mount Ba, situated in the midst of Lake Dongting. It swallows up the distant mountains and the Long River, vast and boundless, stretching out to infinity; with morning sunlight and evening shadows, its beauty is beyond compare. This is indeed the grand sight of Yueyang Tower. The descriptions of those who came before are already sufficient. However, as it connects to Wuxia Gorge in the north and stretches to Xiangxiang in the south, many travelers and poets gather here; can their emotions upon viewing this scene be any different?..." Lin Xingbai held the book, reading aloud, shaking his head and swaying his body.

  In many articles and TV shows, shaking one's head while reciting books is seen as a sign of being a corrupt Confucian. However, Lin Xingbai has to say that people who make such comments are themselves ignorant and don't understand what it means to recite. Lin Xingbai has seen his father and another Confucian scholar shake their heads while lecturing.

  That's truly reciting the flavor of the book, unlike those pretending to be Confucian scholars on TV, what they read out is the flavor of rotten Confucianism.

  At this moment, Lin Xingbai was reminiscing about his father and a Confucian scholar friend who had been close to him.

  Memories have become flowing water.

  The water flows gently.

  The students sitting there were also strange, the teachers who usually shook their heads and read books were ridiculed one by one, but now Lin Xingbai was reading, and it made people unable to ridicule. The students didn't understand much, but they felt that listening to Lin Xingbai's reading was very comfortable.

  "When the rain pours down in torrents, month after month without clearing, the dark winds howl and whistle, the turbid waves surge up to the sky; the sun and stars are hidden from view, the mountains and hills are shrouded in mist; merchants and travelers do not venture out, the sails are torn and the oars are broken; at dusk, all is dark and gloomy, the tigers roar and the apes wail. Ascending this tower, one cannot help but feel a longing for one's homeland, anxiety about slanderous words, fear of ridicule, and a sense of desolation everywhere, which moves one to extreme sorrow."

  Listening to this sentence, I feel as if I am also standing in front of Dongting Lake, watching the rain fall on the lake's surface, with dark winds and turbulent waves flying together.

  This is called artistic conception.

  And now, Lin Xingbai, who inherited his father's will 52 years ago, has created this atmosphere very easily and freely.

  The beauty of ancient literature has been initially embodied here.

  Without a doubt, Lin Xingbai's first lesson was a huge success. Even someone like Qu Feiyan who disliked Lin Xingbai very much couldn't help but be enchanted by the atmosphere of "A Record of a Journey to the South" as she listened on.

  Until the bell rang, Lin Xingbai walked out of the classroom, and Qu Feiyan finally woke up. The little girl gritted her teeth: "Damn it, he must have used some kind of magic to charm us, otherwise how could this be possible." The problem was that Qu Feiyan didn't find any trace of magic.

  As a 14-year-old girl, she didn't understand what was meant by the charm of Chinese culture.

  I don't know what is meant by the atmosphere of a five-thousand-year-old culture.