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  She was shaking on the high brick wall, he pulled her up and they both sat on the wall. Shen Shuxian said thank you, the two of them jumped down together, not too high, but Shen Shuxian still fell down, the soft grass didn't scrape her knee.

  The cool moonlight, walking a short distance to the street. The two hand in hand, looking around to see if anyone is following, and in front of them is a tall and large shadow waiting, a familiar wave.

  Shen Shuxian felt a sour taste in her heart, why could they be so happy like this.

  Ning Xingguo watched as the two female students walked slowly over, one fat and one thin, complementing each other. He was their substitute teacher, teaching Chinese. He couldn't help but think of the scene on the first day they met, everyone saw that he was a handsome male teacher, no one paid attention to chatting or eating melon seeds, they all listened seriously.

  The lesson that day was on the ancient text "Lao Mountain Daoist". He began to read it out loud, one word at a time: "In our village there lived a Mr. Wang, who at the age of seven lost his parents and became an orphan. From a young age he yearned for the Tao, and having heard that Mount Labour was home to many immortals, he set off on a journey with his bundle of books. He climbed to the top of one peak, where there was a temple in a very secluded location. A Daoist priest sat on a rush mat, his white hair hanging down to his shoulders, while his spirit was bright and free. When Wang knocked and spoke with him, the priest's words were extremely mysterious and wonderful. Wang asked to become his disciple, but the Daoist said: 'I fear your tender emotions will be unable to endure hardship.' Wang replied: 'I can do it.' The Daoist had many disciples, who all gathered at dusk; Wang joined them in paying respects, and then stayed on at the temple..." Then he went on to explain the difficult sentences.

  To be honest, if it weren't for being hunted down by Lao Duan and his gang, I wouldn't have ended up teaching those little girls either. In the old days, I was a company commander in the Southern Revolutionary Army, with sword in hand and armor on horseback, how glorious that was! Now, all I can do is hide out for the time being.

  The girl stared at herself in a daze, asked questions but no one responded, and could only say, "I'm exhausted from being on top, while you're all motionless below." This drew laughter from the crowd, which finally revitalized her to continue class.

  The homework was assigned in class and required each person to translate it once by themselves, then tell the story and what inspiration it gives people.

  Ning Xingguo's eyebrows are very thick, and Li Kui is probably his long-lost relative. He has a heroic air about him, tall and with sunken eye sockets. His facial features are three-dimensional, his eyes are spirited, and he exudes an aura of justice and integrity. Men don't dislike him, girls like him a lot, children want to get close to him, and elders are willing to accept such a young man. However, the robe seems a bit small, not tailored to fit, and the chest muscles are slightly exposed, which is because Principal Zong Xiusheng's robe was temporarily lent to Mr. Ning.

  Zong Xiuxiang, also known as Yixian, was born into a family of scholars. She was originally the second wife of Yu Keshi, a member of parliament. After graduating from college, she stayed on at her alma mater due to her excellent academic performance. She was very enthusiastic about education and had a strict approach to teaching, which earned her high praise from society.

  It was also thanks to Zong Xiuxiang that Ning Xingguo was admitted to the school, as suggested by the board of directors, Mr. and Mrs. Nian Anya. The couple were known for their patriotism, but at that time, the prevailing social attitude was one of male chauvinism, with women being treated as inferior.

  However, Zong Xiuxiang had made a bold statement from the very beginning: "Women are also human beings and have the right to education." She believed that if girls were educated, they would have better job prospects in society and even increase their chances of marrying well. In the first year, there were no students, but gradually, many parents sent their daughters to the school, which became popular due to its strict teaching methods and all-girl student body, reducing the likelihood of pre-marital pregnancy.

  So, it was only natural for Zong Xiusheng to take in one or two righteous men. She told the director, "I'm just in charge of teaching and studying. Your friend is welcome to come, as long as he doesn't cause any trouble for the school." The school has its own rules, no less than those of the military. Although her words were cold, Zong Xiusheng was still very enthusiastic and gave him a position as a substitute teacher, which could also be considered as making an effort for the country.

  Ning Xingguo shaved his beard, put on a uniform, and combed his hair neatly, looking quite like a young talent. Unfortunately, Zong Xiusheng was much older than him, although he had a good impression at first sight, but thinking about it again, it wasn't wrong. Not eating dinner, looking at the menu was also a kind of fun, only regretting that they were not born in the same era.

  Here is the translation:

  The homework was handed in one by one, and this time Shen Shuxian wrote very seriously, obviously wanting to leave a good impression on the teacher. The last paragraph of the translation in vernacular language reads: Wang Qi returned home and boasted to his wife, saying, "I met a god and learned magic spells, even walls can't stop me." His wife didn't believe him, saying that such things don't exist in the world. Wang Qi then recited the incantation and rushed towards the wall. All of a sudden, there was a loud crash, and Wang Qi's head hit the wall, causing him to fall to the ground. His wife quickly helped him up, only to see a big lump on his forehead. Wang Qi hung his head in shame, like a deflated ball. His wife was both angry and amused: "There really is magic in the world, but it would take someone like you two or three months to learn." Wang Qi remembered that night when he had clearly passed through the wall, so he suspected that the Taoist priest had tricked him and scolded the Taoist priest of Mt. Lao loudly. From then on, Wang Qi remained an uneducated and untalented person. This story fully expresses the author's emotions of love and hate, as well as his beautiful ideals. The work inherits and develops the excellent traditions and techniques of China's literary history of strange and legendary stories, with a plot that is fantastical, unexpected, and full of twists and turns. The writing style is concise and the narrative is well-organized, making it a classic in ancient Chinese vernacular short stories.

  Ning Xingguo nodded in approval, looking at Shen Shuxian standing beside him. "You're very diligent, the teacher thinks you've written well. Keep up the effort and continue to improve your appreciation skills."

  "Thank you, teacher. My father was a jinshi of the Guangxu period and can be considered to have extensive knowledge, having written over 300 volumes. He also made a career out of education. I've read this story since I was young, not relying on natural talent."

  Ning Xingguo finally took a good look at her, with a melon-shaped face, drooping eyebrows, and an intelligent and calm expression. She should be a considerate girl, and whoever marries her in the future will be lucky. However, her butt isn't very big, I don't know if she's well-nourished or not... Hmm, it doesn't seem like she'll have trouble breastfeeding after getting pregnant... The more he thought about it, the more he got distracted. Damn, now is not the time to daydream during class, his mind's wild horse was reined in tightly.

  Throughout history and across the world, men always have fanciful thoughts when they see a beautiful and young woman. In fact, all kinds of illusory appearances produced by worldly dust will immediately disappear when separated from them. Due to various causes and conditions, there are false appearances that arise. When the causes and conditions disperse, the false is called extinction. Unbeknownst to people, the coming and going of all phenomena of birth and death have always been a manifestation of the true mind hidden in one's fate. When people meet another person, they actually gain nothing. Let us assume that everyone on the street is a saint.

  Returning to her seat, Kang Yu was still writing diligently next to her, one word at a time. Shen Shuxian couldn't help but feel proud in her heart, thinking that her own answers were the best she could do.