An alarm clock rang, and Zhang Cundao slowly woke up in bed. He looked at his surroundings and finally relaxed.
He finally returned home again! He also discovered that as long as he fell asleep, he would enter that dream. And as long as he 'asleep' in the dream, he could return to the real world.
If he had a choice, he didn't want to go back to that dream world! But how could a person not sleep?
Moreover, doesn’t dreaming feel pain? Why can he feel pain in dreams? And that strange wound...
Thinking of this, he, who was not very smart to begin with, became even more confused.
At this time, he looked at the scriptures on the table. This was what he copied down last night. He didn't recognize many of the words on it, let alone read and memorize them. He was able to copy them down because he copied them.
Come down!
He took the piece of paper, hesitated for a moment, and put it into the schoolbag next to him. If he didn't understand, just ask someone who knew!
Although he is not smart, the school he attends is one of the best in the country!
'Purple Gold University' is the university he attends, and he is a freshman. He was able to enter this university because of his status as a special sports recruiter. Of course, his parents also helped.
, after all, both of his parents are professors at Zijin University.
Because of this, he can live in a family compound instead of living in a student dormitory.
Putting on his schoolbag, he went to the cafeteria and bought some big meat buns first, and then went to class. He didn't have many friends as a special sports student. Those who studied here were all top students, and he couldn't understand the issues discussed. It was difficult.
Integrate into the circle of classmates.
After listening to a few lessons that he didn't understand, Zhang Cundao finally seized the opportunity and stopped the old professor of the ancient Chinese appreciation class.
The professor's surname is Wen, and he is a master in ancient Chinese literature. When Zhang Cundao stopped him, he adjusted his glasses and said strangely: "Classmate, why are you stopping me?"
Zhang Cundao showed a flattering smile and said, "Hello, professor, my father, Zhang Honghao, is a professor at the School of Geology."
Upon hearing this introduction, Professor Wen frowned and said a cool 'hmm'. Zhang Cundao immediately said: "I am also a student in your ancient Chinese appreciation class. Now I have some ancient Chinese matters to ask you for help."
As soon as these words came out, Professor Wen's face became slightly better. He said calmly: "Do you have any questions?"
Zhang Cundao immediately took out the article he copied and handed it over, and then said: "I got an ancient article, but I can't understand it, so I want to ask the professor for advice."
When Professor Wen heard this, he immediately shook his head and said, "Can't today's students even understand some basic ancient Chinese?" While he was worried about the students' ability to read ancient Chinese, he opened the paper handed over by Zhang Cundao.
"This word... tsk tsk tsk." When Professor Wen saw this chicken claw-like character, he first shook his head, and Zhang Cundao blushed beside him.
"Well, the Taishang Wuwei Qingjing Jing is an ancient scripture. Let me take a look..." Professor Wen looked at him as he spoke. Gradually, his brows wrinkled and his expression changed from the original relaxed look.
Became dignified.
Zhang Cundao looked at his face and said anxiously: "Professor, is this difficult?"
Professor Wen was very upset when he heard this. He was a master and authority in this field. How could he lose face? He glanced at Zhang Cundao and said: "There are still some rare words in this ancient scripture. I need to go there."
Find some reference books. Come to the office with me."
Zhang Cundao responded quickly and followed the old professor step by step to the office.
The ancient literature appreciation course is not taken seriously at Zijin University, because Zijin University is famous for its science and engineering disciplines. Even so, Professor Wen also has a separate office.
The office was quite big, and there were books everywhere, making it a bit messy. After Professor Wen entered the office, he couldn't wait to come to the desk and started looking for various reference books.
Zhang Cundao looked around, then consciously picked up the professor's cup and went to get the professor's water.
The professor who is in a state of study is very focused. He flips through thick tomes and his own personal notes. As a top expert in the industry, the value of his personal notes is even more than that of many reference books.
Almost an hour passed like this. The professor finally 'translated' the ancient text in his hand, then read it silently to himself, then raised his head and looked at Zhang Cundao, who was about to fall asleep.
"That classmate, where did you get this scripture? This can be said to be a trivial statement, but you are so humble." The professor said.
"What jaws?" Zhang Cundao showed a confused look.
Professor Wen glanced at him speechlessly, and was quite speechless towards this student. He said, "You don't even understand Ji Qu Nao Ya? How did you get admitted to Zijin University?"
Zhang Cundao whispered: "My father, Zhang Honghao, and I am a sports student..."
Hearing this sentence, Professor Wen understood it instantly. He curled his lips and lost interest. Then he handed over the paper in his hand and said: "These are my phonetic notations and annotations. Take a look. By the way,
This article is complex and difficult to understand, the writing is rigorous, but it feels uninhibited and absurd. Where did you get it?"
"Absurd and uninhibited?" Zhang Cundao chewed on this sentence in a low voice, and then said to Professor Wen: "This is an article I got by chance. I find it interesting, so..."
Professor Wen nodded and said: "The article seems to have some occult content, but this kind of thing is so absurd that you should not be obsessed with it."
After listening to Professor Wen's warning, Zhang Cundao also nodded seriously. Then after thanking him again, he left with the phonetic and annotated article.
After Zhang Cundao left, Professor Wen thought about this ancient article and wrote it down.
On the other side, Zhang Cundao returned home after getting the notes. He made an excuse and didn't go to today's training.
There was still no one at home. His parents were professors at the School of Geology and often traveled far and wide for field trips. Zhang Cundao had long been accustomed to being alone.
After arriving home, he began to read the article according to the phonetic notation and recited the entire article!
Gradually, when he recited this scripture, he gradually had some reactions in his mind. As he read, he felt that the pronunciation of some words was wrong, but most of the phonetic notations were correct.
Zhang Cundao pondered for a moment, wrote down these words, and then continued to recite the full text.
Because the scripture was really difficult to pronounce, Zhang Cundao felt dizzy and finally memorized it in the middle of the night!
Finally, a wave of sleepiness came over him, and Zhang Cundao couldn't bear it anymore, so he fell on the bed and fell asleep!