The little boy frowned and shook his head like a rattle.

"Sir, it's not that I don't give you face, it's just that when I hear your lecture, I feel like a fly is buzzing in my ear,"

"Flying from here to there and back here again, my eyes are spinning and I can't even open my eyelids!" he said.

Hearing this, the gentleman looked really frustrated.

The little boy ignored the frustration on his teacher's face and continued: "Sir, if you could say more interesting things in class,"

"Don't always care about these boring things. Maybe I will doze off a little less."

The old gentleman's cheeks were burning.

If it had been anywhere else, I would have picked up a ruler and slapped this quibbling student long ago.

But the young master in front of me cannot be beaten. The master has specifically told me...

"Since the young master feels that the old class is uninteresting, what kind of subject would the young master want to hear?" the teacher asked patiently.

"To be honest, I have also been in the Hanlin Academy in the past. Although I was ranked second in the rankings, I can't say that I am rich, but I can't compare with those bachelors."

"But this book teaches this, I still think that the ink is enough."

Mentioning the peak he had reached when he was young, Mr. Zi's back straightened up a bit.

The little boy's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "Sir, to be honest, the student's mind is filled with many questions, and I want to ask you for help!"

Upon hearing this, the gentleman's waist straightened up even more.

"It's the way of a master to teach and resolve doubts, young master, but it's okay to ask!" He raised his hand, turned back to his chair, sat down, and shook out his robe.

The way he moved his hands and feet exuded a calm and calm confidence.

The little boy stood up, tilted his head, put his finger on his lip and bit it gently, then he took back his hand and looked at Mr. Xiang.

"I like to look at the stars and the moon. On a night like this, there are so many stars."

"I always wonder, how many stars are there in the sky?" he asked.

"Ah?" The gentleman was startled for a moment, thinking he heard wrongly.

"Is this also called a question?" He couldn't help blurting out.

But the little boy nodded seriously: "Well, this is a doubt that has been plaguing students. I hope sir can clear it up."

He cupped his fists with both hands and leaned forward at a ninety-degree angle to bow to the gentleman.

Mr. Sitting there, receiving this worship, his face turned red.

"This, this..." He looked at the starry sky outside. It was still early in the night. The sky was extremely high and the stars were extremely bright.

"There are too many stars, thousands of them. I'm sorry for my stupidity, but I really can't count them," said the teacher.

The little boy smiled and said, "I just suddenly thought of it again."

The husband asked hurriedly: "Oh? How many are exactly?"

The little boy said: "There are as many stars in the sky as there are sands on the ground."

"Isn't this answer...a bit far-fetched?" The gentleman pondered.

"The stars are nothing like sand," he added.

The little boy shook his head, "I heard from the fishermen outside my house that every grain of sand on this beach is every fallen star in the sky."

"When a star falls, another one will grow in the sky. So, if you want to know how many stars there are in the sky, just look at how much sand there is on the ground, because they belong to the same family."

Listening to the little boy's ridiculous statement, the gentleman was a little confused.

The little boy's next question followed.

"Sir, why do we see the lightning first and then hear the thunder when there is thunder and lightning?" he asked again.

The gentleman looked embarrassed, this question...

"Master, I know, because lightning runs faster than thunder? Right?"

The husband replied excitedly, "Isn't it just to put your thinking on the same level as this little kid?"

The more childish the better, no logic required!

When the husband was waiting for the little boy's praise, the little boy shook his head.

He raised his little finger and touched his eyes: "Because our eyes are in front and our ears are behind. Sir, you answered wrong again!"

ah?

Is this an acceptable answer? The gentleman felt a little broken inside.

"The next question is, sir, please listen..."

"Why do bears sleep so long during hibernation?" he asked.

Bear?

In all his life, my husband has never seen a bear with his own eyes.

Oh, no, I saw him once from a distance. Many years ago, when I was still in the Hanlin Academy, I followed His Majesty Emperor Qi to the Xishan Hunting Ground in the western suburbs of the capital.

The warriors hunted a grumpy big brown bear, and he himself was among the crowd and took a look at it from a distance.

"I really can't think of this question," the teacher said.

"Maybe, maybe it's the habit of every animal, just like birds flying in the sky, fish swimming in the water, and puppies walking on the shore."

Just when the husband was secretly satisfied with his neutral and conservative answer, the little boy in front of him shook his head again.

"Wrong, because no one dares to wake up the big bear,"

"Big bears can bite and eat people. Sir, do you dare to call them? Anyway, I don't dare!"

The husband's body tilted and he almost vomited blood.

The little boy asked several questions in one go. Each time, the gentleman was left scratching his head and his face flushed with anxiety.

The ink in my stomach and rich travels that I was once proud of are now so stretched in front of this little kid that they are of no use!

"Sir, the last question is the last one. After asking this, it's time for get out of class to end." The little boy's soft voice sounded, and the smile on his face was innocent and cute.

But this gentleman had already slumped on his stool with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Ask, you ask..." He raised his hand and gasped.

The little boy thought for a moment, jumped in front of his husband, and took out two small hammers from behind like magic.

"Sir, if I hit your head with a small iron hammer or a small copper hammer, which one will hurt the most?" he asked.

"Which one hurts the most?" The gentleman struggled to sit up, stretched his neck forward, and his eyes shot from the glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose to the two small hammers in front of him.

Look at this one and touch that one, "Is it a hammer? This one feels heavier..."

"Hey, no, this copper hammer is not light. Which one is more painful to hit on the head?"

The gentleman murmured in his mouth, and for a moment it was hard to tell who was better.

The corner of the little boy's mouth raised a hint of a bad smile, and he coughed lightly, "Sir, don't you teach students that what you learn on paper is only shallow, but you need to do it in practice?" Then try knocking it, and you will know.

It’s the result!”

The husband nodded, "That makes sense, why didn't I think of it? Come on, just give it a try and do it like this!"

"Sir, do you really want to knock?" the little boy asked again.

Sir, he nodded. Now he doesn’t believe in this evil. He can’t give a correct answer?

"Knock it on!" he said.

The little boy smiled, "Okay!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"hiss……"

The husband covered his head with two red envelopes on his face and slid down from the stool. Stars appeared in front of his eyes.

"I, I finally know the answer..."

He said in a trembling voice, "If you hit your head with an iron hammer or a copper hammer, your head will hurt the most!"
Chapter completed!