Chapter 53: The Dust on a Pearl Does Not Obscure Its Brightness (5)

Comrade Song Dazhi fetched water and casually took the two kids back.

He was so disappointed: "Let's go, let's go. The village chief must want to invite Teacher Shen to dinner. Why don't you run faster? By the way, Gou'er, go back and tell your grandma that we have reserved Teacher Shen for tomorrow. You can wait for the next time, hahaha."

Yun Gou'er was silent. Song Youcai glared at his father and covered his face.

When Shen Minghuan returned home, he found that the water tank at the door was full, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

In return, he decided to double the homework tomorrow. The students will be very happy to learn such wonderful knowledge.

Shen Minghuan was too lazy to boil water, so he simply took a cold shower.

He lit a candle, facing the thin moonlight and the flickering candlelight, and took out another piece of white paper.

He was very interested in the effects described in the book: "When a system undergoes rapid physical changes or chemical reactions, the energy is converted into mechanical work on the surrounding medium by means of the rapid expansion of the gas, usually accompanied by strong heat release, light and sound", and "Using air gravity and thermal lift to achieve horizontal take-off and landing of a single-unit orbital reuse aircraft with air-breathing power", in short, it is artillery shells and airplanes.

I don't know which one is better, spiritual power or weapons in this world?

[There is a saying in human beings, seven steps away, the gun is fast.] The system answered the host's doubts very seriously.

Shen Minghuan blinked, [What about within seven steps?]

[The gun is accurate and fast.] The system informed expressionlessly: [Host, you should go to bed.]

[I'm not sleepy, why should I sleep.] Shen Minghuan replied casually while writing and drawing.

The system took a deep breath, and then cried out "wow": [You go, if you don't go, I will cry to death for you to see. ]

Shen Minghuan was startled by the sudden sharp cry. He held the pen, his eyes were heavy, and his voice was soft: [Xiaojiu, are you threatening me? ]

[I, I...] The system stopped crying. He trembled, but still mustered up the courage to stammer: [Even if, even if you are angry, I, I will let you go to sleep. ]

Shen Minghuan unconsciously touched his chest with his right hand. This place was once pierced by a sword from the person he trusted most, and the blood was spread and dyed red on the white clothes.

He jumped into the East China Sea, seemingly arrogant and resolute, but in fact he was just maintaining his last dignity.

- Ridiculous, self-righteous, shaky dignity.

- As early as the moment he was betrayed by his tribe, in the eyes of the world, he had no dignity.

Shen Minghuan bound the system when he was in a state of embarrassment and dying. He smiled and called it "Xiaojiu", but in fact he never really trusted it.

He had generously given his trust to many people, but the sword failed to kill Shen Minghuan, which made this generosity become stingy.

Shen Minghuan showed a sarcastic smile. He once thought that he would rather break than bend, but when he was controlled by the system, he would also put on a mask and dance with long sleeves.

But no matter what, Shen Minghuan will always be Shen Minghuan, and no one can control him... not even the system!

[Host. ] The system cried pitifully: [Humans will get sick if they don't sleep, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. ]

Shen Minghuan, who was still saying the words of Zhongyi in his heart just now, paused.

The bright moonlight poured down from the window and fell lightly on Shen Minghuan's hand. He sighed: [I'm going to rest... I won't do it again. ]

If he did it again, he probably couldn't do anything with the system.

He seemed to be caught in a weak spot.

Shen Minghuan lay in bed with his clothes on. He knew that his weaknesses were obvious, such as being unable to point his sword at his own people, unable to give up those who loved and respected him, and unable to reject sincere and strong emotions...

Xiaobai was so smart that he knew that he could die willingly by designing a play.

Why betray him?

Shen Minghuan closed his eyes to rest, but in fact, his mind was still supplementing the design he had just drawn. Using paper and pen was just to facilitate sorting out his thoughts, but it was not necessary.

The bed board was a bit hard, and he thought he would not be able to sleep, but he didn't expect to still feel sleepy in the second half of the night.

[Host! Host! ] The system shouted anxiously.

Shen Minghuan felt that he had just fallen asleep and was awakened by the system, but when he opened his eyes suddenly, he found that it was already light outside.

Shen Minghuan sat up and rubbed his eyebrows. He felt that his limbs were a little weak and his head was dizzy.

The system was relieved to see that he finally woke up, [Host, you have a fever. ]

Fever? Thinking back to his own confident words and his cold words to the system last night, Shen Minghuan suddenly felt guilty.

He said stubbornly: [Nonsense, I feel fine, so I am not sick.]

[Host, although you may not feel it, I scanned it and you really have a fever!] The system is very anxious. What should humans do when they are sick? Should they call a doctor? No, no, no, in this era, they should go to the hospital, right?

Shen Minghuan said with certainty: [Xiaojiu, your scan is wrong, you should be tested.]

[Ah?] The system began to doubt itself, and it asked hesitantly: [Is that so?]

[Of course.] Shen Minghuan said: [Don't I know my body? It's you who's broken down, but it doesn't matter, Xiaojiu, I won't dislike you.]

[Host, you're so nice.] The system was very touched.

Shen Minghuan nodded calmly: [Who made you my system?]

After washing up, Shen Minghuan planned to go to class. Maybe because of his illness, he had no appetite, so he simply skipped breakfast.

The morning sun was not scorching, but a little dazzling, making Shen Minghuan a little dizzy.

But it was not a big problem. Within his tolerance range, Shen Minghuan decided to believe in the body's self-healing ability.

*

The school in Mutian Village was very simple: an empty room with only a few seats, a wooden board hanging in front as a blackboard, and chalk was not lacking for the time being, but it was all broken.

However, this was indeed the most impressive building in the village. In the entire Mutian Village, there was only this one brick house with wooden beams and tiles.

The government gave subsidies, and the village chief gritted his teeth and added a little more. He thought that the children also had to go to school in winter, and if it was well built, it would be better to keep out the wind and cold.

The village chief's granddaughter went to school in the city, and his family had no other children of school age, but the village chief still contributed a lot. The other villagers were naturally unwilling to be outdone. Those who had the conditions also contributed some money, and those who didn't did more work.

No matter how hard it is, the children cannot suffer, and no matter how poor it is, education cannot be neglected!

Shen Minghuan arrived at school on time. The children were pulled out of bed by their parents early. They were cursing all the way, and they gathered together to complain wildly when they saw their friends in the classroom.

"Why do we have to go to school again today? We said we would have a holiday. Adults are all liars." Zhou Dazhuang wailed.

Zhou Xiaoya supported her chin with her hand: "But I think going to school is good. I like Teacher Shen." She covered her face shyly.

"Zhou Xiaoya, you dare to like Teacher Shen? Be careful that he will come to your home for a home visit."

"Ahhhh, creatures like teachers should stay as far away from our home as possible. Every time he comes, it's always bad."

"I suspect that Teacher Shen is my parents' biological child. I picked him up on the roadside."

Zhou Xiaoya was even more shy, "I have a brother. Teacher Shen only says brother, not me. Besides, Teacher Shen is very good-looking, hehe."

Zhao Jun looked at her in disbelief: "Xiaoya, how can he be good-looking? Believe it or not, he can't even beat me!"

"Heh." A sneer suddenly came from the corner, and the students shuddered in unison.

Zhao Jun looked up and saw Shen Minghuan leaning against the door frame, looking at him with a smile.

Shen Minghuan was originally eavesdropping at the door with great interest, listening to the wailing of the evil hearts, the lamentation of the miserable fate, and the praise of his handsomeness.

Everything was originally very happy, but after hearing Zhao Jun's words, the happiness disappeared with a "pop".

"Teacher Shen." Zhao Jun smiled guiltily, lowered his head very sincerely, and found his seat obediently.

"Teacher Shen."

"Good morning, Teacher Shen."

"Hello, teacher."

Shen Minghuan has always been very gentle. Although sometimes he was almost collapsed by their anger, at most he would just change the class into self-study and sit on the podium to sulk at their homework.

This was the first time that the children's instincts, as sensitive as small animals, sensed the terror. They greeted them obediently, and even Zhou Xiaoya smiled at Shen Minghuan in a flattering way.

Shen Minghuan raised his eyebrows, very satisfied that they were so aware of the situation.

He walked straight to the podium, raised his hand to pick up the chalk, and the white chalk was held by his white and slender fingers, as if it suddenly glowed with a low-quality dark yellow.

It was very strange, because they clearly thought that chalk was the whitest thing in the world before.

Teacher Shen must have been unlucky and got the worst and ugliest piece of chalk.

The students thought so.

Shen Minghuan wrote three big characters on the blackboard elegantly - "Shen Minghuan", and then threw the chalk casually, and the chalk fell accurately into the paper box.

He said loudly: "I am Shen Minghuan, your teacher."

"We know." Zhao Jun said: "Teacher, you said this on the first day, have you forgotten it so quickly?"

Shen Minghuan smiled amiably: "No, you don't know. Today's homework is these three characters on the blackboard, which is my name. Read them fifty times, copy them fifty times, and write them down fifty times. Do you understand?"

As we all know, happiness will not disappear, it will only transfer.

"Five, fifty times?" The students all covered their hearts and took a breath of cold air.

Heaven and earth, they haven't even learned the number "fifty". How much is fifty? Will their fingers and toes add up to enough?

Shen Minghuan picked up the "teaching stick" that the parents in the corner had carefully prepared for him. He swung it, and the thin wooden stick cut through the air, making a terrifying sound like the words of a demon.

"Now, I'll give you three minutes. Copy it first. I'll check one by one to see if you wrote it correctly." He played with the stick: "What are you looking at me for? Look at the blackboard! Why don't you start copying? Do you want to waste everyone's time?"

"Copy, copy, copy, start now."

The students quickly took out their stationery and started "drawing" with bitter faces. Their hands were busy and their mouths were not idle either, complaining in a low voice.

"Zhao Jun, it's all your fault. You said that Teacher Shen couldn't fight, which made him angry."

"These three characters are so difficult. I don't know how to write them."

"Why did Teacher Shen choose such a difficult name? He has to spend a long time writing his name every time he does his homework?"

"If Teacher Shen was called Shen Yi, I could copy it a hundred times!"

"Then, then it would be great if Teacher Shen was called Wang Yi. Wang is a simple character. I can copy it a thousand times!"

Song Youcai said bitterly, "It wouldn't work if Teacher Shen's surname was Song. Song is also difficult to write. Hey, boss, it would be great if Teacher Shen's surname was Yun like you."

The person next to him echoed excitedly, "Yes, yes, Yun is also simple. I can write it in one go."

"I don't know if there is a surname called Yi. Teacher Shen can be called Yi Yi."

Yun Gou'er solemnly compared the last stroke of the word "Huan" on the blackboard and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He muttered in a low voice, "I don't want to have the same surname as this annoying guy."