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◎Idol! You will be the best in three hundred years!◎
This person's voice is old but rich, his emotions are sad and rich, and although his accent is quite heavy, he has a very unrestrained and unrestrained flavor. I think he is the new teacher.
Unfortunately, he just chanted two lines of poetry and then he started coughing violently. It sounded like he was coughing into his lungs. It was obvious that he was very sick.
Mo Yu was a little surprised that this old man was still so energetic to create even when he was sick. At the same time, he habitually looked at Zhang Youshi next to him.
When it comes to seeing a doctor, this doctor Zhang is absolutely professional. For example, ordinary doctors must go through the four steps of "looking, listening, asking and touching" to confirm what disease the patient has.
But Zhang Youshi was different. He could often complete the diagnosis with just the first two steps.
Sometimes he didn't even need to meet the person, he could tell by just listening to the voice.
That was the case today.
As soon as he heard the cough of the old man inside, he knew what was wrong with him.
Seeing Mo Yu's inquiring eyes, Zhang Youshi nodded gently and shook his head, meaning that he was sick, but not serious. It was considered that the communication was very efficient.
Little Daiyu was watching from the side, but she was a little confused. She thought they were playing a puzzle until Mo Yu smiled and whispered to her, "Sir, your illness is not serious" and "Just believe in the medical skills of Doctor Zhang", etc., she was relieved.
Someone had already knocked on the door and said, "Sir, have you gone to bed? The young lady brought her son and a doctor to see you."
The old man's coughing stopped abruptly, and after a while, a rustling sound was heard from the room. It seemed that he got out of bed, put on his clothes, and came out to open the door.
Sure enough, a moment later, the door was opened from the inside, and an old man with white hair and beard appeared at the door. He looked thin, but very energetic. He was the new teacher of the Lin family.
He glanced at the crowd and took the lead in politely bowing and said with a smile: "I am old and caught a cold. I feel guilty for delaying the girl's studies. How dare I trouble the host to invite a doctor to treat her?"
Seeing this, Xiao Daiyu hurried forward to greet her and said: "Sir, you are too kind. You are ill, so you should rest well. Don't worry about other things. Don't be so polite."
After not seeing each other for several months, Xiao Daiyu's way of dealing with people has become more mature. It seems that she has some of the style of Jia Min and Lin Ruhai. She is worthy of being a child taught by the two. She has really received their true teachings.
Mo Yu couldn't help but cheer for her silently in her heart, and then she was attracted by the gentleman's conversation.
How to say.
As a teacher, he is really a bit old.
But watching how Xiao Daiyu interacted with him, she could tell that his character and knowledge must have won her approval, otherwise she wouldn't have respected him so much.
And to be chosen as Xiao Daiyu's teacher, this old gentleman must have excellent skills.
I just don't know where he came from.
After a long time, he still hadn't had time to ask the teacher's last name. Fortunately, he probably would be on "sick leave" and rest at home for a while, so he would have the opportunity to learn everything about this teacher.
Now, let's ask Zhang Youshi to diagnose him first.
Mo Yu made up his mind and said to Zhang Youshi: "Since that's the case, please ask Doctor Zhang to take a look at you first."
Seeing them like this, the old man stopped insisting and cooperated with them to enter the house. He sat quietly at the eight-immortal table and waited for Zhang Youshi to diagnose him.
Originally, he wanted to pour tea for Mo Yu and Xiao Daiyu, but was stopped by Xiao Daiyu and Mo Yu.
Xiao Daiyu was angry and amused at this, and couldn't help "reprimanding" the old man:
"Sir, what are you doing? You are still sick, why are you still thinking about taking care of us... Please sit down and let Doctor Zhang take a good look at you."
The old man sat down obediently and let Zhang Youshi diagnose him.
As the saying goes, "An expert can tell whether there is a problem or not with just one move." Zhang Youshi took out a hand pillow from the medical box he carried with him, motioned the old gentleman to put his hand on it, and then he also put his own hand on the old gentleman's hand, held his breath, and began to diagnose the pulse.
Because the atmosphere was too quiet, Mo Yu and Xiao Daiyu couldn't help but hold their breath, for fear of disturbing Zhang Youshi's performance.
Fortunately, once Zhang Youshi entered the state of "doctor", it was like "entering meditation", and he lost his reaction to all the movements in the outside world. He was completely different from his usual personality who could chat about any topic.
The time waiting for the diagnosis result was really long. It wasn't really a long time, but the feeling of holding your breath and not daring to breathe was very unbearable.
Just when Mo Yu and Xiao Daiyu were about to lose their patience, Zhang Youshi finally came out of his "meditation" state.
He let out a long breath, looked at Mo Yu and Xiao Daiyu, both of whom were frowning and looking serious, and couldn't help laughing:
"Brother, sister, what do you mean? I didn't tell you to hold your breath and not make any noise."
Just when Zhang Youshi breathed a sigh of relief, Mo Yu and Xiao Daiyu couldn't help but let out a long breath. They didn't expect to be teased by Zhang Youshi for this, and they both felt a little embarrassed.
But since Zhang Youshi was still in the mood to joke, the old man's condition must not be serious.
They were completely relieved and couldn't help but smile at each other.
Well, it turns out that the two of them don't actually have to hold their breath... Unfortunately, they were so nervous that they didn't pay attention when they didn't pay attention.
Zhang Youshi smiled, then twirled his beard and pondered for a moment, then he took the pen and paper and started writing the prescription.
The old man was about to get up to get paper and pen. Since Mo Yu happened to be standing closest to the desk, he offered to let him do it for him. Although he was young, he was better suited to move around than the old man who was older and sick...
To be honest, he could have asked someone to do this for him, but Mo Yu knew that if he or Xiao Daiyu went there, he would be more respectful.
Moreover, this was originally a tradition of the Lin family, so they had to follow the local customs and carry forward this fine tradition.
Seeing Mo Yu being so enlightened, Xiao Daiyu was the happiest person. Zhang Youshi also showed a look of admiration, and even the old gentleman couldn't help but nod repeatedly when he saw it. He must have been praising the Lin family for their good parenting.
These two children, both the girl and the boy, are so well-mannered, which is really rare. It is right for them to be the master here .
Mo Yu did not pay special attention to the expressions of these people. He was shocked as soon as he approached the old gentleman's desk.
Emma!
Look what he saw?
"Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio"?
Oh my God!
No way?
Their new tutor is actually the immortal Pu Songling?
No way?
Mo Yu felt that he was about to explode on the spot and scream like a woodchuck. Fortunately, he still remembered what the occasion was. He forced himself to hold back the urge to spin around and scream, and took another careful look at the pile of manuscripts on the desk.
It was absolutely "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio"!
So, how did the plot get so twisted that they brought "Mr. Liaozhai" to their home to be a tutor?
Mo Yu felt a kind of happy dizziness. The only thing he was thankful for was that he used his remaining rationality to control himself and did not scream out of control on the spot.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that his mental activities had been exposed to everyone present - the voice of his heart was really too explosive.
It was also thanks to Mo Yu being "shielded" that he didn't realize this at all.
This is also something that System 006 has always been thankful for.
Fortunately, it can continue to stay with the host, otherwise, the host may choose to "die together" with him in grief and anger.
When it thought about the host being publicly executed every day and being "read" by everyone like a transparent person, it felt that it was socially dead like the host...
It was hard to imagine how angry the host would be after knowing it...
Well, it seems to be quite safe now. It is probably a protective measure to match the factory bug.
It's pretty good.
If I have the opportunity to go back to that world in the future, I will give the Lord God a five-star review.
System 006 silently recorded this sentence in his memo, and then quietly went offline.
It has not yet solved the previous mechanical chaos. If it happens again, the host might really be wiped out, which is not good.
It doesn't want this to happen!
It is the strongest system in history. This little thing is not difficult for it at all... Humph, if you dare to interfere with the link signal between it and the host, I will kill you...
It will never give up if the solution and compensation plan are not in place.
Now it is just a little interest, and we will calculate the rest slowly.
System 006 silently "looked" at the host who was immersed in great joy, and went offline with great satisfaction. According to the poet Li Bai, it is "the work is done and the clothes are gone, and the merits and fame are hidden."
Yes, it was Tongzi who facilitated Pu Songling to become the teacher of the Lin family.
After all, this is the idol of many humans in the future. Judging from the host's performance, he should be one of them. Fortunately, this time he made the right move. I always feel that if the "truth comes out" in the future, the host will be more forgiving of him.
Hehehe, that's great.
However, System 006's self-entertaining mumbling did not reach Mo Yu.
He was still immersed in the joy of seeing his idol.
[Emma! A living Pu Songling! The first draft of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio"! Mom! I met my idol! So happy! ] [Oh my God!
How can I tell Mr. Pu that his "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" is super popular! The real immortal one belongs to him. Especially the article "Rakshasa Haishi", it has been adapted into a pop song, a big IP for sure! ]
[However, Mr. Pu, what are you doing in Beijing? Shouldn't you be in your hometown in Shandong? You can't be here just to teach at our house, right? ]
[...So you're not here to prepare for the imperial examinations again, are you? Listening to what your students said, you've given up on this idea. Imperial examinations and the like, you'll have no chance in your life, so just go to bed. ]
[Author's words]
Hehehehe! I wonder if anyone has guessed Mr. Pu's identity.
By the way, I'd like to add a line of poetry at the end of the previous chapter ※ "In the old days, I rowed the oars on the long embankment, and the autumn colors are doubly beautiful when autumn comes" is from a poem by Mr. Pu Songling.
This month, Yu Yu's work tasks are quite heavy. I'll update 3,000 words today, and the remaining 3,000 words later. I'll try to update more. Cover your face and run away. Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution during 2024-03-04 23:56:20~2024-03-05 23:42:21~
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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!