"Alas..."
Within the thatched cottage, an elder in blue cloth, with hair half white, sat before an old writing desk.
He held a brush and ink, a yellowed sheet of paper spread out before him.
When Jiang Lin entered, the elder was seated on the floor, gazing at the desolate scenery outside the window, and let out a long sigh.
After a while,
The elder rolled up the wide sleeves of his patched robe and picked up his brush. "The eighth month, autumn high, wind rages, blowing my thatch threefold. Thatch flies across the river..."
The elder closed his eyes, as if recalling something, his expression sorrowful.
To live to such a state, was it the sorrow of life, or the bleakness of this world?
"The village children mock my old age and weakness, daring to be thieves to my face..."
"Soon the wind calms and clouds turn dark, __________. My quilt, cold as iron for years, my beloved child sleeps restlessly, tearing through the lining..."
Jiang Lin stood still behind the elder, watching the paper gradually fill up.
"Since the chaos, I sleep little, how can these long nights be endured, drenched in tears!"
"__________, __________! Wind and rain do not move, as steadfast as a mountain..."
Finally, the elder chanted, "My hut—broken—I'll freeze to death, but I'm content!"
The pent-up emotions in his heart seemed to be exhaled with this cry.
The writing complete, he set down his brush.
The elder sat there motionlessly, as if turned into a painting.
"Is this the test?"
Jiang Lin looked around, seeing no other text.
He glanced at the live stream, the bullet comments already in an uproar.
"Streamer, streamer, I know this! 'Song of My Thatched Hut Suffered from Autumn Wind'! I truly spent two days and two nights memorizing it in junior high!"
"Oh, for a mansion of ten thousand rooms, to shelter all the poor scholars and make them joyful!"
"The author uses his own suffering to express the suffering of 'cold scholars everywhere', to express the suffering of society, the suffering of the era..."
...
Upon seeing the elder in cloth write the first line, many recognized this piece of text.
Look, such familiar words.
See, such intimate verses.
They could recite it with their eyes closed!
Besides this, there were also "Chu Shi Biao," "Pipa Xing," "Li Sao"... and other difficult and obscure texts.
For exams, for learning, they truly memorized day and night.
After memorizing, they would transcribe, and after transcribing, they would be asked for explanations, ancient vs. modern meanings...
Oh, heavens, they were truly capable.
Many viewers were using this knowledge for the first time, feeling for the first time...
Yes! This learning was truly for themselves, not for their parents, teachers, or exams.
Look, they were putting it to use!
The excitement in the viewers' hearts transformed into lines of bullet comments.
Let alone reciting the whole text, translation, word explanations, central theme...
They could churn it all out for you!
Never mind if the author himself thought so, the key was that the textbook, the answer to this question... was compiled that way!
Among them.
The comments from the nine selected distinguished viewers all carried a golden light, making them very conspicuous.
They were not drowned out by the numerous bullet comments.
Jiang Lin glanced at the live stream, confirmed the answers, and then began to answer.
Taking the brush and ink from the elder in cloth, he began filling in the blank spaces on the paper.
Their goal this time was to achieve a perfect score.
Therefore, no mistakes could be made.
...
While Jiang Lin, with the cooperation of the viewers, answered questions and passed smoothly.
On the other side, the burly ghost messenger had arrived at the Battle of Red Cliffs.
The river flowed turbulently, large fleets advancing in the darkness.
The battle raged fiercely.
The burly ghost messenger appeared on a ship.
"Write two lines of poetry about the Battle of Red Cliffs?"
He looked at the question that appeared in the water, then at the two sides locked in fierce combat.
His head ached.
"Can I just fight directly? Are they fighting for a beauty, or for power?"
Could he directly help one side win, or simply annihilate both sides?
...
The viewers could see ten camera feeds. Seeing this, one viewer curiously asked,
"Do you think he can do it?"
"After doing so, will it change history? If it can, that would be interesting."
"No way, this is just recreating the scene."
...
Apart from the nine viewers who had to stay and answer questions, other viewers hopped from one camera feed to another.
Like watching a show.
At the same time, several trending topics appeared online.
【All-Network Experts Answering Questions Online!】
【Discussing How I Watch Underworld Questions and Learn Human Knowledge.】
【Learning? The Kind That Costs Your Life.】
...
Even if the ghost messengers couldn't answer, they at least had the strength to protect themselves.
But for the six students, their situation was truly perilous.
As the viewers watched, their hearts couldn't help but leap and fall.
My goodness, this was truly life-threatening!
It was agonizing, not for the faint of heart or those with high blood pressure!
In the history exam—
Han Sisi directly appeared in a period of war, with smoke and fire everywhere.
The battlefield was ablaze.
She stood amidst it, bullets flying past her head.
"Brothers, charge—!"
Upon reacting, Han Sisi's first thought was—run!
Good heavens, they had thrown her right onto the battlefield!
She could even feel the wind generated by the bullets flying past her head, ruffling her hair.
Touching her neck, she was covered in cold sweat.
This question was quite deadly!
Behind her, a soldier with a grenade was chasing her.
Amidst the shelling, she heard a powerful voice, as if from the heavens:
"What is this war called? Who is the leader?"
Han Sisi ran, recalling historical knowledge that could be used.
It was known that knowledge could be used during breaks and exams.
But there was a difference between the two.
During breaks, all knowledge could be used, but during exams, only knowledge related to the exam subject could be used.
Making a sharp turn in the battlefield, Han Sisi suddenly said,
"Yu Qian, a famous minister, renowned general, and national hero of the Ming Dynasty. After the Tumu Crisis, he vowed to defend the city and was a defensive general!"
"Please grant me the power of defense, General Yu!"
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