Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

Soon, the Chinese language class began.

Teacher Wang Xiulan wrote "9. The Oil Vendor" on the blackboard.

"Okay, today we'll learn Lesson Nine, 'The Oil Seller.' Which student would like to stand up and read it aloud?"

Teacher Wang looked around and noticed that there was only one active participant, Bao Zhouwan, who stood out by raising her hand.

She sat in the front row, wearing a dress.

Her father was a low-level government employee.

Zhou Wan is usually very well-behaved in front of her teachers and has good grades.

But in front of his classmates, he was arrogant and looked down on them.

Everyone was very unhappy with her.

But the teachers all liked her, so they had to put up with it.

It is common knowledge that top students are not bullied in schools.

Because the teacher's attention was focused on them.

He Yuzhu had no intention of showing off; he simply sat there and watched the excitement.

However, it seemed that Teacher Wang Xiulan did not see Zhou Wan today.

She was simply ignored.

Instead, he looked at He Yuzhu.

"He Yuzhu, please read it aloud."

He Yuzhu: (⊙o⊙).

Why did you pick me?

Xu Damao laughed as soon as he saw it.

He kept making faces at me.

You silly Zhu, you're really lucky. Now that Ms. Wang has her eye on you, you're in for it.

In private, Wang Xiulan was called "Ms. Wang" by her classmates.

She was very strict in class and would often hit the palm of the hand.

Xu Damao was also beaten.

He knew that Sha Zhu definitely hadn't prepared beforehand.

You'll definitely stumble over your words while reading.

He was so happy he almost jumped for joy, knowing he was bound to get a slap on the hand later.

He's always acting like a jerk, and since he can't beat Sha Zhu, he naturally hopes Sha Zhu will get beaten up.

He's happy whenever Sha Zhu gets beaten.

Of course, he wasn't the only one who was happy; his deskmate, Wang Fugui, was also overjoyed.

The two men exchanged a glance and let out a lewd laugh.

Zhou Wan, who had been ignored by Wang Xiulan, was clearly taken aback and turned to look at Sha Zhu.

He pursed his lips slightly, his eyes filled with disdain.

He Yuzhu was suddenly called out.

He had no choice but to stand up, pick up his textbook, and begin to recite it with intonation and rhythm.

"Chen Kangsu was an excellent archer, unparalleled in his time, and he was proud of this."

Once, while shooting arrows in his garden, an old man selling oil put down his load and stood there, staring at him for a long time without leaving.

Seeing that he hit the target eight or nine times out of ten, he merely nodded slightly.

Kang Su asked:

"Do you also know archery? Isn't my archery skill excellent?"

The old man said, "There's nothing special about it, it's just a matter of practice!"

Kang Su angrily retorted, "How dare you belittle my archery?"

The old man said, "I know this from how I pour oil."

He then took a gourd, placed it on the ground, covered its mouth with a coin, and slowly poured oil into it with a ladle. The oil entered through the coin's hole without wetting the coin.

He replied, "I have no special skill, only practice makes perfect."

Kang Su smiled and sent him away.

He Yuzhu's voice was clear and his breathing was steady; his reading was incredibly fluent.

The entire classroom was completely silent.

It was as if everyone was seeing Sha Zhu for the first time.

Xu Damao looked like he'd seen a ghost.

Wait, buddy, how did you secretly improve?

His classmate, Chen Xiaomei, stared at him in disbelief.

Others may not know how her deskmate is, but doesn't she know perfectly well?

You seem like a completely different person today.

Wang Xiuli looked at him with a smile and a sense of satisfaction.

He's a promising young man, very promising indeed.

Nothing gives a teacher a greater sense of accomplishment than seeing a prodigal son turn over a new leaf and a struggling student improve.

"Okay, He Yuzhu recited very well."

It seems he's become more motivated lately. Good job, keep it up!

Zhou Wan also showed a surprised expression.

But he quickly regained his composure as a good student.

It's just this once, it's nothing.

He Yuzhu sat down calmly.

He accepted it today.

I had already memorized the text; I could recite it fluently, even with the book closed, just as well as before.

During break, Xu Damao's dog sneaked up to his side.

Pretending to be calm, I said:

"Shazhu, that's not fair of you. We agreed to be bad students together, but you're secretly studying."

He Yuzhu rolled her eyes at him.

"Nobody made a rule that your Master Zhu can't preview the material, right? You silly Mao, you're even jealous."

Xu Damao jumped up in anger upon hearing this.

"Who's jealous? I'd be jealous of no one but you. You're like a daffodil that won't bloom—and you're pretending."

He Yuzhu looked at this arrogant jerk with a meaningful gaze.

He waved him away and told him to get lost.

After two Chinese language classes, it was time for arithmetic class.

The math teacher was a short, stocky, bald man named Zhao Tiezhu.

He has a loud voice in class and is known as "Zhao the Cannon".

He used to be a mortar gunner in the Northwest Army.

Later, he injured his left leg and became lame.

I came here to be an arithmetic teacher.

Zhao Dapao listened to Teacher Wang talk about He Yuzhu's performance today in the office.

He was also very interested.

This gave He Yuzhu another opportunity to show off.

"There are forty-nine chickens and rabbits, with a hundred claws walking all over the ground."

How many rabbits and how many chickens are there?

Zhao Dapao wrote this question on the blackboard.

Looking into the students' clear, naive eyes, it was as if they were looking at a room full of cabbages.

He Yuzhu laughed when he saw it. Wasn't this a free point question?

It's as simple as an old lady crossing the street.

A question that even elementary school students can answer.

He saw the answer at a glance.

Then he watched with amusement as his classmates scratched their heads, struggling with calculations and counting on their fingers.

Just then, Zhao Dapao seemed to notice the relaxed and cheerful expression on his face.

His face darkened.

"He Yuzhu, it looks like you've figured it out? Come and answer this."

He Yuzhu inwardly cursed wildly.

Seriously? Seriously? Why is every teacher picking on me?

The other students instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

Everyone is afraid of being the first to be called on to answer, but as long as someone else is there to take the fall, it doesn't matter.

Xu Damao was even more excited.

Sha Zhu, look how cocky you are, you've finally met your match.

Under everyone's gaze, He Yuzhu walked onto the podium and picked up the chalk.

Write "swish swish swish".

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Chicken + Rabbit = 49 ①

2 chickens + 4 rabbits = 100 ②

Multiplying equation ① by 2 and subtracting equation ②, we know that:

2 rabbits = 2, rabbit = 1

Therefore, chicken = 48

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Therefore, we know that there are a total of 48 chickens and one rabbit.

After speaking, He Yuzhu glanced at Zhao Dapao and returned to his seat.

Zhao Dapao said happily:

"That's a good calculation."

I would like to commend He Yuzhu here.

Significant progress has been made.

Moreover, this algorithm falls under the category of junior high school arithmetic.

Everyone should learn from He Yuzhu.

Learn arithmetic proactively and spontaneously.

Xu Damao was dumbfounded when he saw this.

Sha Zhu felt so unfamiliar.

We grew up together, practically naked, we know each other inside and out.

But why did you change your mind so suddenly?

Da Mao felt a pang of sadness in his heart, and he was about to get emo.

There is a calligraphy class in the afternoon.

The calligraphy teacher is also the principal.

He pasted white paper on the blackboard and wrote large characters, which the students copied.

"Expel the Tartars and restore China."

Principal Li Shouren wrote in the Ouyang Xun style.

But it has its own ancient and rustic charm reminiscent of the Wei stele style.

He Yuzhu held the pen awkwardly, and his handwriting was sloppy and illegible.

But there is a system that defends the scriptures for him.

Oh no, add some.

[Host detected diligently studying; calligraphy skill +1]

[Host detected diligently studying; calligraphy skill +1]

[Host detected diligently studying; calligraphy skill +1]

Wow. The system is really powerful.

He Yuzhu wrote more and more smoothly.

The brushstrokes flow like dragons and snakes, like dragons soaring and phoenixes dancing.

There is a sense of tranquility in the lifting and pressing.

He gradually reached about three-tenths of the principal's level.

He also gained insights into calligraphy.

When the mind is calm, the lines are calm; when the lines are calm, a sense of rhythm and energy arises.

Principal Li Shouren read his handwriting.

He patted him on the shoulder and offered another word of encouragement.

This caused the students to look at He Yuzhu strangely.

You can't roll it like that.

If you keep doing this, none of us will be able to slack off.

Xu Damao remained nonchalant, seemingly unconcerned about associating with academic slackers.

He Yuzhu found it funny.