In his previous life, Cui Xian was a PhD in Chinese Language and Literature from a prestigious university.
In this life, he has transmigrated into an impoverished family in ancient times.
...The news that Master Cui was coming to Kaifeng to debate scriptures had already spread widely.
Naturally, these children all knew about it.
This question from the middle-aged teacher aroused great interest among the little children.
"I want to treat Master Cui to some meat buns. They are so delicious!"
"I want to pay my respects to Master Cui as a disciple!"
"I want to say to Master Cui, welcome to Kaifeng!"
"I want to tell Master Cui that you will definitely win the debate!"
The front of the classroom.
The middle-aged master smiled and said, "Everyone said it very well. I think Master Cui must have heard it."
The children burst into laughter, thinking the teacher was joking.
Outside the classroom.
Cui Xian stared at the scene in a daze.
Mr. Dong Lai reached out his hand and rubbed his apprentice's head affectionately: "Isn't it surprising? You disappeared for five whole years, but there are still countless people who remember you, respect you, like you, and take you as a role model."
"Not only in this classroom, not only in Kaifeng, not only in Henan. Throughout Daliang, in countless classrooms for children, there are children reciting your poems."
"They also respectfully call you Master Cui."
"So, in fact, the spark has already been ignited by you yourself. The road you are about to take in the future is full of thorns and darkness."
"But it only takes one big fire to burn them all."
"How is it? Do you feel full of confidence and strength all of a sudden?"
Cui Xian grinned and nodded.
Mr. Donglai left with his apprentice, saying with a smile: "Now that you have arrived in Kaifeng, it is time to fulfill the five-year agreement to debate the scriptures."
"The day after tomorrow, I will lead you to the debate platform, okay?"
Cui Xian smiled and said, "Disciple will listen to the teacher."
Soon after, it was time to go home from school.
The little children in the school rushed out of the classroom happily because they had to write one less word today by reciting Master Cui's poem.
Then, they all widened their eyes and exclaimed in disbelief.
In the small courtyard of the school, there was a basket of steaming, fragrant and tempting meat buns.
It was a reward sent quietly by a young teacher.