Aside from the repair-related aspects, which he didn't know much about, the rest was all basic knowledge.
Does this mean the next four years will be like four years of agonizing study for college students going to kindergarten?
Liu Yihang finds it terrifying to even think about.
I somewhat regret my hasty decision.
The teacher arrived quickly and the lesson began.
This lesson covers the basics of ceramics.
The teacher was lecturing enthusiastically, while Liu Yihang was dozing off below.
It's not that he's being disrespectful; it's just that these are all basic things that he knows by heart. If you asked him to give a presentation, he could do it better than the teacher.
While the other students listened intently, he was the only one who was distracted, and the teacher must have noticed.
This teacher also has a short temper. He feels that learning opportunities are so rare, and that children today are so fortunate, yet they don't listen in class. He thinks it's too much.
"Hey student, do you have a problem with my class? Why aren't you paying attention?" He asked Liu Yihang directly.
Liu Yihang gave an awkward smile, stood up and said, "No, no, I have no problem with you! It's just that I've already learned it and understand it, so I'm a little lacking in enthusiasm."
"Oh? You understand everything?" This was the first time the teacher had ever seen such an arrogant student who dared to say that he understood everything.
Liu Yihang realized he had said the wrong thing, scratched his head and said, "That's not what I meant, I..." No matter how he explained it, it was wrong.
"Since you understand, then let us see it," the teacher said without any politeness.
If he remembered correctly, this classmate had just transferred to the department, yet he was so arrogant. He wanted to see what he was capable of.
The students below were all sweating for him. This teacher had the strangest temper. Kid, good luck.
Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged male teacher began asking questions.
The first question is a basic concept, very simple, it's on the first page of the book.
Liu Yihang answered fluently, of course.
Okay, it didn't stump him.
The teacher changed to a slightly more in-depth question, still based on basic knowledge.
Liu Yihang replied instantly, as if he didn't need to think about it.
The teacher became interested; it seemed this kid wasn't exaggerating and had some skill.
He picked a difficult knowledge point that hadn't been taught yet to test him on.
As a result, Liu Yihang not only answered the question correctly, but also provided a very logical and reasonable analysis.
If he were to answer this question himself, he might not be able to guarantee that his answer would be as comprehensive as Liu Yihang's.
That's quite astonishing.
The teacher's expression became somewhat tense. What a freak this was! No wonder he wanted to switch majors.
The students below were all stunned by Liu Yihang. They thought he was a bronze-level player, but he turned out to be a king!
Brother, from now on you'll be our big brother.
"One last question."
The male teacher was deliberately trying to stump him, otherwise these brats wouldn't be afraid of him anymore.
Then he remembered a graduate student's research topic that he had seen that morning.
Surely a graduate student's research topic should be able to stump him?
To everyone's surprise, Liu Yihang pondered for a moment and then began to speak eloquently.
He felt the question was very simple and not difficult, so he answered directly and gave a very good answer.
Little did he know that this was a trap set by the teacher.
The other students seemed to be listening to gibberish.
The teacher was completely stunned.
What an oddball student!
With your level of ability, you could go straight to graduate school or even a doctorate. Are you kidding me?
In the end, the teacher gave in and told him to sit down and do as he pleased, as long as he didn't disturb others.
Liu Yihang remained drowsy, and no one said anything more.
This teacher is quite funny; as soon as get out of class ended, he rushed into the department office and publicized this eccentric student.
However, he was too embarrassed to admit that he had been outmaneuvered by him, and he didn't mention that he had even been tested on a graduate-level research topic.
As a result, all the first-year teachers in the archaeology department knew that a strange student had joined the department.
Throughout the entire day of classes, Liu Yihang was constantly being called upon to answer questions by teachers he didn't recognize, to the point that he almost became withdrawn.
Can someone else answer? He's practically drooling from talking.
On the other side, Grandpa Li happened to run into Chen Yiping, who lived on the same floor.
During the exchange of pleasantries, Chen Yiping learned that his newly accepted disciple had transferred to the archaeology department.
My mood immediately soured. This kid, if he wanted to change majors, he should have changed to their calligraphy department. Why did he change to archaeology? What's so fun about digging mud?
However, in front of Old Li, he generously praised Liu Yihang a few times.
When Liu Yihang returned to the shop after class in the afternoon, he saw Chen Yiping sitting at the door, drinking and eating barbecue.
"Master, you're here!" Liu Yihang plopped down on the opposite side.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t have known that some people secretly changed their majors if I hadn’t come over,” Chen Yiping said, taking a sip of his drink with a hint of bitterness.
"Ah, I didn't steal it!" Liu Yihang said, taking a bite of the kebab in a daze.
"Why did you have to switch to archaeology? What's so fun about digging in the mud? You're much better off with a pen. How about I help you switch to calligraphy?"
"No, Master, I only like studying cultural relics, I have no interest in calligraphy, please spare me." Calligraphy is indeed very beautiful, but unfortunately he doesn't have the mind of a scholar, and he can't indulge in such refined tastes.
Chen Yiping had already anticipated that he would say that.
"Then promise me one thing, and I'll forgive you."
"What's wrong?" Liu Yihang had a bad feeling.
"The Tianzhou Calligraphy Association is about to hold a calligraphy competition, which is a friendly competition among young people. The age limit is 25 years old. Your senior brothers are all over the age limit. Only you and Yunyin meet the requirements to participate."
I want you all to go. I just spoke to Yunyin, and she agreed. Now it's up to you.
Chen Yiping knew very well that this guy wasn't actually that passionate about calligraphy; he just had exceptional talent.
He went to great lengths to get Liu Yihang to participate in the competition, even staging a play to persuade him to agree.
As expected, Liu Yihang hesitated.
To be honest, he has no interest in calligraphy competitions; gambling on stones is much more exciting and fun.
But you can't keep refusing your master, can you?
Moreover, the system hadn't issued any tasks for a long time, so today it unusually prompted him: "System task issued: Win the calligraphy competition."
Reward: One copy card.
Copy cards are a great thing.
"Okay then, when?" Liu Yihang asked.
"The preliminary round is at the end of October. Come to my house whenever you have free time. I'll personally guide you for half a month. I'm sure you'll get a good name then."
Chen Yiping secretly felt that as long as Liu Yihang was willing to practice hard, he would definitely be in the top three this time, while Yunyin was a little weaker in comparison.
In fact, Yunyin's love for calligraphy far surpasses that of Liu Yihang, but perhaps due to limited talent, she still falls short.
Effort is utterly worthless in the face of talent.
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