The Great Song Dynasty: You were put in charge of teaching, and you produced a whole bunch of prime

There are seven days left until the county examination.

The air at Jiang's Academy was as tense as a string about to snap.

After a month of intensive training, the three teenagers' essays and poems were impeccable, but the side effects were also evident – ​​"pre-exam syndrome".

Su Shi paced back and forth in the courtyard like an ant on a hot pan, muttering to himself, "What's the next line after 'Heaven and Earth are dark and yellow'? Oh no, how could I have forgotten even the Thousand Character Classic?"

Zeng Gong sat on the stone bench in a daze, holding a pen in his hand. He didn't move for half an hour, his eyes as empty as a salted fish.

Su Zhe was even more extreme; he went to the outhouse eight times a day, and he visibly lost weight.

Jiang Lin stood by the window, looking at the three students who were on the verge of collapse, and shook his head helplessly.

"I've mastered the skills, but my mentality has collapsed."

He pushed open the door, holding a large padlock in his hand.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Jiang Lin locked the study (which was also the storeroom filled with tattered books) in front of the three of them.

"Sir?!" Su Shi exclaimed in shock, rushing to the door. "What are you doing? I still need to review the Spring and Autumn Annals! There's still one story I haven't memorized..."

"What a load of crap."

Jiang Lin slung the keys around his waist, crossed his arms, and looked at them coldly:

"From now until the exam starts, anyone who dares to touch a single page of the book will have their legs broken."

The three of them were completely dumbfounded.

Even last-minute preparation can be effective! What's the difference between not allowing review now and not allowing sharpening of the sword before going to battle?

"Your brains are like bottles filled with water right now," Jiang Lin pointed to Su Shi's head. "If you pour any more in, it will overflow. What you need to do now is not to add water, but to let it settle."

He walked to the stone table and sat down cross-legged:

"Come on, sit down."

The three of them obediently sat down around, looking completely bewildered.

"Close your eyes."

Jiang Lin's voice became low and soothing.

"Inhale—"

"Stop, silently count to three."

"Exhale—"

This is the simplest "deep breathing stress reduction method" in later generations, but in the Song Dynasty, it became the profound "Taoist breathing technique".

"Su Shi, lower your shoulders and stop being a cowardly turtle with shrugs."

"Zeng Gong, clear your mind. Don't think about whether your article can get first place. Think about... um, think about having braised pork for dinner tonight."

"Su Zhe, stop shaking, or you'll crack the ground."

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.

The three, who had been anxious, gradually calmed down. Su Shi, so exhausted from the past few days, even leaned against a stone pillar and started snoring.

Jiang Lin watched this scene with a slight smile on his lips.

"The biggest enemy in the exam room is not the questions, but your own inner demons. If your mind is in turmoil, your writing will be in turmoil as well."

……

The last three days.

Jiang Lin thoroughly implemented the "pig farming" strategy.

My daily routine consists of: sleeping, eating, taking walks, and listening to Jiang Lin brag (scratch that, tell stories).

He strictly forbade any form of review, and even confiscated his writing implements.

"Conserving your energy is a million times more important than cramming at the last minute." Jiang Lin held a cucumber in his hand, munching on it as he lectured, "Staying up all night to study will only turn your brains into mush in the exam room."

However, the obsessive-compulsive disorder of top students is terrifying.

Late the next night, Jiang Lin got up to use the restroom.

As I passed by Su Shi and his family's bedroom, I noticed a faint light shining through the crack in the door.

Jiang Lin frowned, tiptoed over, and peered through the crack in the window.

Good guy!

The three people were hiding under the covers, with a candle stub that had somehow appeared lit in the middle.

Su Shi was holding a leaf, scratching characters on it with his fingernail, his lips moving silently: "Introduction...Continuation..."

Zeng Gong closed his eyes and rapidly traced his fingers on his leg, clearly reciting the text from memory.

Su Zhe was the most outrageous; he was using the dim light to look at the cheat sheet in his palm—a collection of classic quotes he had secretly written on his hand during the day.

"cough!"

Jiang Lin suddenly pushed the door open.

"what!"

The three were terrified. Su Shi's hand trembled, and the candle rolled directly into the quilt.

"Hot! Hot! Hot!"

After a chaotic scene, the three of them knelt dejectedly by the bed, looking like three thieves caught red-handed.

Jiang Lin, with a stern face, confiscated the candles and forcibly washed Su Zhe's hands clean.

"You don't want to take the exam, huh? You want to strain your eyes until you go blind, huh?"

Jiang Lin blew out the candle. In the darkness, his voice was stern yet carried a hint of barely perceptible concern:

"Go to sleep! Anyone who can't get up tomorrow morning, I'll make them eat this blanket!"

……

The last night before the exam.

The moon is bright and the stars are few; autumn insects chirp softly.

Jiang Lin set up a table of food and wine in the courtyard. Not to celebrate, but to send off his farewell.

The three of them had completely calmed down by this point. After a few days of forced rest (and the shock of being caught), their mental state had returned to its peak.

Jiang Lin took out three brocade pouches from his bosom and sealed them tightly with wax.

"Take it."

One for each person.

Su Shi squeezed the brocade pouch, asking curiously, "Sir, what's this? Could it be... a prediction of exam questions?"

"Dream on." Jiang Lin rolled his eyes at him. "This is to reassure you."

He looked at the three of them, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before:

"Now take it apart, memorize it, and then burn it."

"Huh? It's burned?" Su Shi was taken aback, but still opened it as instructed.

The note contained only one line of wild cursive script: "I am the best in the world."

Zeng Gong's note reads: "Stay calm, you can win."

Su Zhe's note read: "Don't be afraid, your brother is ahead."

As the three of them looked at these lines of text, their eyes welled up with tears, and the tension in their hearts miraculously dissipated.

"Did you remember that?" Jiang Lin looked at them. "If you feel extremely flustered when you enter the examination room, just silently repeat these words."

"The exam hall is under strict security; not a single piece of paper or word can be brought in, but you must bring this 'spirit' with you!"

Su Shi took a deep breath, solemnly brought the note close to the candle flame, lit it, and watched it turn to ashes, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit:

"Don't worry, sir! I understand!"

"Students too!" Zeng Gong and Su Zhe said in unison.

It was late at night, and Jiang Lin urged them to go back to their rooms to rest.

Jiang Lin was the only one left in the courtyard.

He looked up at the bright moon, his folding fan tapping lightly against his palm.

This is his first battle since he transmigrated.

If you lose, you have to pack your bags and leave, and you'll be stuck being a deadbeat in this ancient society.

Only after winning can the name of "Jiang Family Academy" be truly established.

"The Wang family..."

Jiang Lin gazed at the brightly lit city of Runzhou in the distance, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"I hope you won't cry too badly tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, let everyone in Runzhou see what a true dimensional reduction attack is."

A breeze rises, stirring the hem of my clothes.

Jiang Lin turned and went back to his room, blowing out the last lamp.

All is ready except for the opportunity.