In October, it is the refreshing season. The willow trees are no longer beautiful, but the pine trees begin to show their figure. The sycamore trees stretch out large leaves, covering the two rows of tiled houses, allowing only a few soft light to pass through the window frames.

The outer ring of the house is made of long blue bricks. The length of adult arms is short. Although it is washed away by rain stains, there is no trace of the surface falling off. It can be seen that the effort he was doing when burning the kiln.

Most of the vermilion tiles that extended out of the eaves were damaged, but the tiles on the top were still firmly locked in their original positions by the tiles and tiles rings. The tiles lay on the roof, like strong men with belly exposed on the beach. Between every two strong men, there were slender and fine tiles, or between every two thin tiles, there was a strong man.

Cheng Jinzhou sat near the window, playing with the jade ring in his hand, while looking at the raised tiles on his right, as if counting the patterns on it.

It has been several months since he traveled through this, and he still has not adapted to this strange-looking society, let alone his young body now.

The original owner may have been spoiled too much, and was weak and tangled with a sickbed. He was eleven or twelve years old, weighing less than 70 kilograms, and was as thin as bamboo half gnawed by a panda. Finally, he was replaced by Cheng Jinzhou's soul. Now that he is getting better, he can barely come to this private school.

However, being able to go to a private school is not good news for Cheng Jinzhou, who has occupied his body. Of course, it is indeed much better than the beginning of the gangster.

The same class as Cheng Jinzhou is all the children of the Cheng family, ranging in age from 10 to 12 years old, and they are all boys of the same level. They read: "Jiashen, Ren Wang Xing, Qi Dou Lu, Sun, Moon and Star..."

What they read was the Three Character Classic of this era. It is completely different from the version of "When humans are born good", but it is much more difficult. It has added a lot of historical content and is already considered an intermediate textbook.

Cheng Jinzhou, who had already hated going to school, basically couldn't remember much elementary content. After he couldn't keep up with the progress, he became increasingly reluctant to read the text of praise, and just lay on the table to wait for time.

The classroom is so big that when others are standing in front of each other, Cheng Jinzhou's posture becomes more and more eye-catching.

"Cheng Jinzhou!" The old master did not allow him to stay lazy, and shouted suddenly, just like the sound of a bell in the holy temple.

"Here." Cheng Jinzhou felt like he was in college, and he raised his head lazily, and his casual voice caused the children to laugh.

The old master glanced at him with a wooden face, turned around, and immediately returned to a silent state in the classroom.

"Stand up and start carrying it with 'the noble family, respect your kindness...'." The old master stood beside Cheng Jinzhou with a ruler in his hand and closed his eyes.

Looking at the wide and narrow ruler of Cheng Jinzhou was really a little timid. Mr. Cheng was a serious member of the Cheng family. He had achieved fame and status as an official. After returning home, he taught his children of his clan. He was very respected by his elders. He swung the ruler and never cared about the other party's identity. His current tender flesh would be swollen for two days after he was hit.

He was still stunned, and Master Cheng slowly opened his eyes and said, "Why, I can't recite a single word?"

Children who are too forgetful to laugh at each other again. On weekdays, they dare not laugh at their legitimate sons like this. The wealthy and prominent families are declining, and the status of their legitimate sons is enough to look down on all living beings. For most people, the gap between them can only grow bigger and bigger from the moment they are born.

Don't laugh at this time, and when will you wait?

Cheng Jinzhou shrugged helplessly - he was still a little used to the habit of traveling through time - lamented in his heart: he could not escape the life of being educated by the teacher there.

In the 21st century, Cheng Jinzhou had a professor's father and a professor's mother, and they were quite famous in the academic circle. Therefore, although Cheng Jinzhou was very poor in middle school, he still went to university; although he was very poor in undergraduate studies, he still studied for graduate studies, and his supervisor was even more famous professor, Cheng's mother tried to educate him for the last time. As for his doctoral supervisor, he was a poor new professor, who was a student of Cheng's father, if nothing unexpected happened, he would be able to start a school in another year and harm other undergraduates.

The part that only talks about is well-known can be written on Cheng Jinzhou's epitaph: He devoted his entire life to the education community.

Of course, after changing time and space, Master Cheng did not feel like he was in the academic community with Cheng Jinzhou. He cooperated with his stern eyes and said again: "Can you recite it?"

Cheng Jinzhou shook his head honestly, stretched out his pretty white little hand, raised his head and said, "Forgot."

The old master raised the ruler without any pity, raised his right hand 45 degrees, and trained twice in a row. In his life, he had beaten more boards than the hymns sang by the pastor in the church, and was accurate and powerful.

"Sit down, if you don't understand, ask. I'll have a silence to learn today's homework, and I'll recite it tomorrow. When I'm sick and rested, I have to make up for it." At the last sentence, the old master was a little warm. He also knew that the boy from the Cheng family was weak and sick, and he had to stay in bed for five days in 10 days. However, as a legitimate son, not studying at a young age is even more problematic.

Cheng Jinzhou grinned and sat back on the chair. He heard the sneer of a group of little kids in his ears, and felt crazy: God knows that I, a doctoral student in theoretical physics from a prestigious university, was actually sent to elementary school again. What's even more annoying is that I have no competitiveness yet.

I had known that I would have done more experiments back then. A doctor of theoretical physics left the laboratory assistant and could not do anything. Cheng Jinzhou gently patted his forehead and the cold jade ring made him feel much better.

This ring was originally something he had. When he was at home, he used a rope to hang it on his chest. After traveling through time inexplicably, it became the only comfort.

Looking closely, the ring surface seemed to be covered with layers of fog, and it was flowing like mercury, giving it a simple and fantastic feeling. If you completely cover the fog, you can enter a magical space in a trance, just the size of a laptop, but there is nothing inside.

Cheng Jinzhou, who has read countless novels, originally fantasized about this as a so-called storage ring, but unfortunately, he worked hard and never put a thing in it. It seemed like it was just an empty space for dazedness.

"What a pity." Cheng Jinzhou whispered while rubbing the ring.

Although there are so many strange things on this continent, even the Cheng family where he is located has many items beyond his understanding, the legendary storage ring is only limited to legend. If there is a previous one, there is no need to worry about anything.

The old master looked at him from a distance and coughed gently.

Cheng Jinzhou looked up in a daze, shook his head in confusion, rubbed the ring with his left hand, and muttered as if reading: "I think you can just put two books in the place, and it really becomes a storage ring, or is it worthless. Can't you really put the books?"

The sour grapes did not comfort Cheng Jinzhou. When he was about to pretend to listen to the class, his eyes suddenly flashed and a book appeared in front of him. The ring seemed to be shining, holding the book in a virtual manner.

Looking back at the desk, the originally spread out "Three Character Classic" fell asleep, and the two pages of straw paper were as new as before. The students around him seemed to be unable to see the books in the air, and their eyes swept over him for a moment without stopping.

This book actually emerged out of thin air.
Chapter completed!