Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 266: Dreaded Things Always Come
"Your recitation is okay, made a few mistakes, and it’s not quite fluent. Just perfect it a bit more."
Although this wasn’t praise, Su Qing’e felt these were the most melodious words in the world. She nodded and replied, "Yes."
She sat down quietly.
She passed!
The eyes of the surrounding average students were filled with envy, admiration, and resentment.
Mr. Qin walked back to the podium, twirled his index finger once, and selected someone again: "This time, let’s choose Shen Chen."
Shen Chen was the top student in the class and someone the teachers favored. After the previous interrupted recitation, Mrs. Qin thought it was time to choose a capable student to show everyone that the "Analects," Wei Linggong Chapter, is also easy to recite.
"Yes." The named Little Traitor stood up calmly and composedly.
He began to recite: "Wei Linggong asked Confucius about the governance of Chen, and Confucius replied: ’In matters of ritual vessels...’
...
... Zizhang asked, ’Is it appropriate to speak of this to a teacher?’ Confucius said, ’Indeed, it is the way of a teacher.’
His enunciation was clear, like pearls and jades, truly perfect.
There was no pause, nor any wrong characters.
His perfect recitation also put pressure on the other students. Reciting so well, what if they were chosen next and couldn’t recite properly?
Mr. Qin stood on the podium, his stern expression softened a bit, not so tense: "Everyone should learn from Shen Chen. You see, his results come from hard work. Now, I’ll choose three more students to recite. Once finished, we’ll conclude and start the Ji Family Chapter."
His gaze swept around, "Ye Zhi, this is a nice name, so Ye Zhi it is."
Uh.
What one fears often comes true.
Ye Zhi, petite and timid, stood up, her bright eyes like large grapes, glanced towards Mr. Qin, her eyes seeming to say: Could you not choose me, choose someone else, Xiao Li Qian, or Changzhou, they are also top students.
Mr. Qin saw her stand up but hadn’t started reciting yet, he said lightly, "You may begin."
"Yes." There is no greater sorrow than a heart that dies; the greatest sadness is when one’s mood is depressed, and the will is dispirited beyond recovery, a heart ashen. However, she still had to recite. Ye Zhi seemed to envision the scene of herself being punished with a ruler on her palm.
She blinked her eyes, telling herself to relax, to relax.
"Wei Linggong asked... asked Confucius, Confucius replied: ’In matters of... of ritual vessels, I have heard; and what was it? Oh right, military affairs, I have not learned.’ And decided to proceed the next day.
In times of famine, no, during famine in Chen, the followers fell ill and couldn’t get up. Zilu was angry upon seeing this and said, said, said... ."
At the very beginning, several mistakes were made, and that sentence, no matter how hard, she just couldn’t say it.
Mr. Qin returned to his severe demeanor, his long, black and white mottled beard hanging down to his chest. Partially stroking his beard, he walked towards Ye Zhi with a solemn face, the ruler in his hand seemingly emitting a terrible light.
Ye Zhi’s melodious voice was tinged with fear. At the critical moment, she remembered and hurriedly began: "Zilu was angry and asked, ’Do gentlemen also face hardship?’ Confucius said, ’A gentleman remains steadfast in adversity, a petty person becomes reckless.’...
... A sage who is not recognized to serve."
However.
Halfway through the recitation, she really couldn’t remember.
This time, she was genuinely stuck...
Mr. Qin, who had been sitting beside her from the beginning, remarked on having been lucky and courageous for lasting this long in the recitation. Now that it had broken off, she truly couldn’t recall what came next and couldn’t recite anymore.
