Naturally, no one believed Lin Zhiming's words, and everyone just thought Lin Zhiming was joking.
"Okay, go ahead and change the name in this address book. Although we intellectuals don't need to be afraid of any powerful people, we still need to have the most basic respect for Leader Zhao." The woman said while pressing the phone.
, and then put the phone away.
"I took off my sunglasses, so what's the point of wearing them in class?" the woman said.
"I slept late last night and the dark circles under my eyes were too big." Lin Zhiming made up a lie. After all, he was here to deliver a big gold invitation to Zhuang Mo. What if he took off his sunglasses early and Zhuang Mo didn't show up knowing that he was coming?
?
"Did you stay up late playing games?" the woman asked.
"That's not it, staying up late studying!" Lin Zhiming said.
"I believe you, forget it, just wear sunglasses, it won't affect the class anyway." The woman said, turned around and walked back to the podium, and then said, "Everyone, get ready, today's class is about to start.
Already."
Hearing this, many people put down their books and focused their attention on the woman.
Afterwards, the woman started taking classes.
The content of this class is called the self-cultivation of a literati. When Lin Zhiming saw this name for the first time, he was stunned. He thought that a literati must be able to play, and a martial artist would never talk about the self-cultivation of a martial artist.
All actions are done spontaneously. The so-called self-cultivation is nothing more than the literati improving their own quality.
"Classmate, what is our teacher's name?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"You don't even know our teacher's name and you come to class?" the fat man sitting next to Lin Zhiming asked in surprise.
"I didn't pay attention to this, please tell me." Lin Zhiming said awkwardly.
"Actually, I don't know the teacher's name either." The fat man scratched his head and said.
"Then you are so embarrassed to accuse me!" Lin Zhiming said angrily, glaring at the fat man in front of him.
"Hey, I heard someone said that the teacher in this class is extremely beautiful, so I came here to take a look. Brother, you must be like me, right?" The fat man asked with a sly expression.
"I'm different from you." Lin Zhiming rolled his eyes.
"The teacher's name is Zhuang Ziyan, and she is the granddaughter of Mr. Zhuang Mo. As the old saying goes, the vermilion powder is not deep and even, but the idle flowers are faintly fragrant. It refers to a woman like Teacher Ziyan."
A faint voice came from the other side of Lin Zhiming.
Lin Zhiming turned around and saw that he was a male classmate sitting two seats away from him. This male classmate had hair wax on his head, a Chinese tunic suit, and a gold-framed eye hanging on the bridge of his nose. First,
The eyes give people an intellectual feel.
"Zhuang Ziyan? Zhuang Mo's granddaughter?" Lin Zhiming looked at the woman in surprise. He didn't expect that Zhuang Mo had such a beautiful granddaughter.
"It's a pity that I heard someone said that I'm already married." The fat man next to Lin Zhiming said melancholy.
"The beauty of a wife is incomparable to that of a young girl. It's like a blooming rose, soaked in a few drops of rain and dew. It's so beautiful that it's indescribable." The intellectual sitting on the other side of Lin Zhiming said while chirping.
The mouth made a tut-tsk sound.
If Lin Zhiming thought this man was an intellectual at first glance, now he thinks he is a dressed-up beast at second glance.
"Liu Siming, you are such a scumbag, you actually like wives."
The fat man obviously knew the well-dressed beast and told him by name.
"I don't like married women, I like all beautiful things. There is nothing wrong with pursuing beauty. It has nothing to do with married women, young wives, royal ladies, and lolita..." The dressed beast named Liu Siming said with a slightly proud look on his face.
"Hey, I heard that the wedding was held just at the beginning of the month. Hey, I really envy that man." The fat man put his hands on his chin and looked at the podium with an envious expression.
"You just got married at the beginning of the month? That's only a few days!" Lin Zhiming said in surprise.
"Yes, I heard that she married someone from the agency." Fatty said.
"You know quite a lot. By the way, you still don't know what my brother's name is?" Lin Zhiming asked curiously.
"My name is Zhou Aoliang, and everyone calls me Fatty. What about you, brother?" the fat man asked.
"My name is Lin Kai." Lin Zhiming took out his trumpet.
"His name is Liu Siming, and we share a dormitory. Don't look at that guy because he looks human-like in his clothes, but he is actually a polite scum!" the fat man named Zhou Aoliang said in a low voice.
"You can see it, you can see it!" Lin Zhiming nodded.
"What is gentle and what is scum are just the slander given to me by the world. My unique personality is destined to be questioned because it cannot be understood by others." Liu Siming said with an arrogant face.
"People in the back, if you talk anymore, please leave my classroom." Zhuang Ziyan's voice came from the front of the podium.
Many people in the classroom turned to look at Lin Zhiming.
Zhou Aoliang quickly lowered his head, while Liu Siming on the side looked at Lin Zhiming like everyone else, with a slight frown on his face, looking disgusted.
Lin Zhiming smiled sarcastically and said, "Sorry, sorry."
"Although my class is not as important as my grandfather's class, I also hope that you can listen carefully, because you can also learn something useful for you in the future in my class." Zhuang Ziyan stared at Lin Zhiming and said.
Lin Zhiming shrank his neck and said no more.
The course continues.
Because his mobile phone was confiscated, Lin Zhiming could only listen to the other party's lecture. After listening for a long time, Lin Zhiming really listened.
In fact, what Zhuang Ziyan calls the self-cultivation of a literati is somewhat similar to the literati’s character. Her main meaning is that literati must have a literati’s character and not be burdened by the material desires of the world, cannot succumb to money, cannot succumb to the powerful, and need to maintain sufficient sobriety.
, to contribute to the country's prosperity and the people's well-being.
This is a bit different from what Lin Zhiming thought about before, the so-called pretense. Judging from what Zhuang Ziyan said, Zhuang Ziyan's three views are still relatively positive.
Zhuang Ziyan's class lasted about an hour, and then entered a ten-minute break.
"That classmate, come up and get your cell phone."
Zhuang Ziyan waved to Lin Zhiming.
Lin Zhiming quickly walked to Zhuang Ziyan.
"My grandpa's class will be in a moment. Don't play with your mobile phone at that time, otherwise it won't be as simple as confiscating it." Zhuang Ziyan warned.
"I know, thank you, Teacher Zhuang." Lin Zhiming said.
"Yeah." Zhuang Ziyan nodded, then turned and walked out of the classroom.
Lin Zhiming returned to his place with his cell phone.
"Poor Teacher Zhuang, hey." Liu Siming on the side suddenly sighed and said such a meaningless sentence.
"Why is Teacher Zhuang so pitiful?" Lin Zhiming asked doubtfully.
"Although she tried her best to hide it, I saw through the weakness beneath her strong shell. Her life may not be as smooth as we thought," Liu Siming said.
"Can you see this?" Lin Zhiming asked in surprise.
"A good woman's heart is necessary to become a qualified gentleman." Liu Siming said.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, he is just imagining it," Zhou Aoliang said.
"Of course ordinary people in the world cannot understand what I see. Masters are lonely, so that's probably what I am talking about." Liu Siming sighed and said.
"He's always like this, doesn't anyone in your dormitory beat him up?" Lin Zhiming asked Zhou Aoliang in a low voice.
"Although he likes to show off, he never does bad things, so everyone tolerates it, but I guess someone will have to beat him up sooner or later." Zhou Aoliang said seriously.
Lin Zhiming smiled and felt that what Zhou Aoliang said was reasonable.
Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and an old man with white hair walked into the classroom with the support of Zhuang Ziyan.
Everyone in the classroom stood up immediately.
No one took the lead, but everyone bowed to the old man and shouted, "Hello, teacher."
"Hello, classmates, take a seat." The old man smiled and pressed his hands.
Only then did everyone sit down.
Lin Zhiming looked at the old man intently. That man was Zhuang Mo, the mainstay of the Long Kingdom literati faction.
The Zhuang Mo in front of me is much older than what he saw online, but he still looks in good spirits.
Zhuang Mo walked to the podium with Zhuang Ziyan's support. Zhuang Ziyan turned around and walked to the front row and sat down. She looked like she also wanted to listen to the lecture.
"Hello, classmates, thank you all for coming to my class." Zhuang Mo said to everyone with a smile.
Just this sentence made Lin Zhiming feel better about Zhuang Mo.
In his opinion, for a big shot like Zhuang Mo, giving lessons is to give face to others, but in the end, he thanked everyone for coming to listen to his class. This is definitely the ultimate expression of humility.
How come a person like this is so unfriendly to me in the media?
Lin Zhiming frowned.
Just when Zhuang Mo started to lecture, two people suddenly walked in at the door.
These two people looked quite old, probably in their thirties or forties, and they didn't look like they were students.
"You two, the class will start soon, please take your seats." Zhuang Mo said to the two of them with a smile.
"Are you old Zhuang Mo?" the fatter man among the two asked with a haughty expression.
"Is this really you? I wonder who you are?" Zhuang Mo looked at the other party and asked.
"My name is Liu Mou, who is known as the Bloody Man Slayer in the world. I heard that you recently cursed the God of War, so I came over to see what kind of hero you were. Unexpectedly, I turned out to be an old man who was half-broken into the earth." The fatter man looked joking.
said.
"Keep your mouths clean, this is a classroom, not your martial arts world!" Zhuang Ziyan stood up and said with a dark face.
"Hey, Old Liu, this girl looks pretty good." A man next to Liu Mou said with shining eyes.
"Don't worry about this girl for now." Liu Mou looked at Zhuang Mo and said, "Old man, we two brothers came to you today to ask you to do a favor."