The next day.
Last night, while eating supper, Zhou Chen used the soul-eating insects to devour the souls of several gangsters.
Although she was not completely devoured, she was just like the rich woman before. Even if she didn't die, she would have become mentally ill.
Zhou Chen didn't think there was anything wrong with doing this. Instead, he felt like an urban hero, eliminating harm for the people and upholding justice.
Through the two feedbacks of soul power, Zhou Chen could clearly feel that there was a huge gap between the souls of dogs and humans.
The soul energy contained in about ten dogs is equivalent to the soul energy of one person.
I'm afraid that the soul-eating insects in ancient times fed on humans, which is why they were besieged by human monks.
After breakfast, Zhou Chen picked up the book and continued reading.
I read a complete collection of ancient poems and memorized the notes, ideas, chapter structure, etc. under each poem.
It lasted until after nine o'clock.
A guest came to visit.
Today is Saturday. My parents, who are doctors and nurses, have gone to work, and my eldest sister Zhou Yuting has also gone to work with them.
Only the third sister Zhou Xiaoyan, a junior high school student, was doing her homework at home.
"Hello, I'm Zhou Chen's homeroom teacher, and I'm here for a home visit."
Zhou Chen’s homeroom teacher is a super beauty, and is pursued by many single male teachers in the city’s No. 1 Middle School.
This is a woman full of intellectual beauty, and she looks to be in her twenties.
Not only is she extremely beautiful, she also exudes a scholarly temperament, like an ancient female poet who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
"Brother, your class teacher is here!" Zhou Xiaoyan shouted towards Zhou Chen's bedroom.
Zhou Chen had heard the noise a long time ago.
It must be because his heroic deeds in fighting against the thugs had spread to the school, which is why the head teacher came to visit his home.
"Zhou Chen, why were you discharged from the hospital so soon? How is your injury?" asked the class teacher Gu Zhaoyue with concern.
Zhou Chen lowered his collar, revealing the shocking scar.
The scar was stitched together, making it look even more hideous.
"ah!"
Gu Zhaoyue was startled, and a look of heartache appeared in her eyes.
I used to think that Zhou Chen was a bad apple who neglected his studies and fell in love early, leading other students astray.
But now it seems that I was wrong.
"Zhou Chen, I'm sorry. I've always been prejudiced against you. You are a hero and a future pillar of our country."
After a pause, Gu Zhaoyue continued, "The teacher is here to help you with your studies. Because of your brave act, the school will apply for a higher score in your college entrance exam."
"But if you want to get into the university of your choice, you still need to work hard. There are still a few Sundays left. If the teacher doesn't have anything important to do, he will come to tutor you in Chinese on Sundays."
Zhou Chen scratched his head. He didn't need anyone to tutor him now. He was confident that he could achieve rapid progress in the last twenty days.
So I politely declined, "Thank you, teacher. But I don't think you should delay other students' studies because of me. I'm already in this state, and even if I sprint, I won't be able to gain many points."
Gu Zhaoyue's eyebrows raised: "Zhou Chen! You can't give up on yourself. If you don't push yourself, how do you know you can't do it?"
"It's settled. I'll start tutoring you in Chinese right now."
Zhou Chen: “…”
Zhou Chen still has some awe for his head teacher.
But it's really pleasing to watch a beautiful woman get angry.
Gu Zhaoyue walked into Zhou Chen's bedroom and saw a collection of ancient poems open on the desk, and she looked relieved.
As long as Zhou Chen hasn't completely given up studying, everything will be fine.
"Then let's start with ancient poetry. Reciting ancient poetry is a required exam topic every year. How many of the required ancient poems for the college entrance exam do you know by heart?"
Zhou Chen has almost finished reading this collection of ancient poems.
With a confident tone, he said, "I can basically recite them all."
Gu Zhaoyue was surprised: "You can recite them all? Then let me test you. First, recite "Climbing the Heights."
Zhou Chen spoke without hesitation: "Climbing a high place, Du Fu.
The wind is strong and the sky is high, the monkeys are howling sadly, the water is clear and the sand is white, the birds are flying back.
The endless fallen leaves rustle down, and the endless Yangtze River rolls on.
I am often a guest in a faraway place in the sad autumn, and I am alone on the stage after suffering from illness for a hundred years.
Hardship and bitterness have left my hair frosted, and I have just put down my muddy wine cup.
Zhou Chen recited it fluently, his posture showing ease.
Gu Zhaoyue nodded, took the collection of ancient poems and flipped through a few pages, increasing the difficulty.
"Recite another poem, 'Ten Thoughts to Admonish Emperor Taizong.'"
"Ten Thoughts to Admonish Emperor Taizong" is not a poem, but a memorial written by Wei Zheng to Emperor Taizong of Tang.
There are a lot of words and it is quite difficult.
But Zhou Chen opened his mouth and said: "Ten Memorials to Admonish Emperor Taizong, Wei Zheng.
I have heard that if you want a tree to grow tall, you must strengthen its roots; if you want a river to flow far, you must dredge its source..."
Zhou Chen recited the entire thing in one breath without any pause.
There was a hint of surprise in Gu Zhaoyue's beautiful eyes.
"Zhou Chen, I underestimated you. I wonder if you can recite The Goddess of Luo River?"
"The Goddess of Luo River" can be said to be the most difficult one to memorize among the 72 ancient poems that must be memorized in the college entrance examination.
If Zhou Chen could recite it word for word, Gu Zhaoyue would be convinced.
Zhou Chen recited it fluently, even the most difficult one, "The Goddess of Luo River", without any pause, and he recited it fluently, showing his confidence.
"The Goddess of Luo River, Cao Zhi.
In the third year of Huangchu, I went to the capital and returned to cross the Luochuan River. The ancients said that the spirit of this water was named Mi Fei..."
After listening to Zhou Chen's recitation, Gu Zhaoyue fell into a brief silence.
He didn't expect that this student, whose grades were in the middle to lower levels, was so good at reciting ancient poems and essays.
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