"Once upon a time.But it is.King Cicero.Target...... wife. ”(Note 1) The second student who stood up and read aloud was still on crutches, and the reading word by word was as if he had a pebble in his mouth, and the scene was also very bloody.The professor didn't even look at it, he turned around, faced the classmate with his back, and called him again, "Scott." ”A tall, thin, white and clean young man stood diagonally diagonally, and it was actually a familiar face, it was the young man who fell on the high bridge that day.At this time, there was still a smile on the face of the fallen young man who had not disappeared, and his eyes glanced at the irascible young man and Holden, as if he had seen the prank that had just happened, and as a bystander, he only felt funny; Then he was named by the professor.The fallen young man glanced at Holden quickly, stood up a little clumsily, and almost flipped his book over, but fortunately grabbed the book in time, took a deep breath, adjusted his state, calmed down, stared at the book, and began to read word by word."
Now each of us is dragging a cloth and draping linen, and we shall weep in long songs, and we will mourn as well, because our husband has died in that city."
Although the speed of speech is a little slow, the articulation is clear and the pronunciation is accurate, and the performance has far exceeded that of the previous two people - you know, the "Kilkenny Tales" is written in the ancient continental language, and the pronunciation, composition, grammar, etc. have changed dramatically from modern times, especially many syllables are very awkward and strange, coupled with flashy rhetoric, you may not even understand the meaning of the words and sentences, let alone read them aloud.After reading a complete poem, the fallen young man glanced up at the professor, and then his gaze fell on Hodden with schadenfreude.Sure enough, the professor's voice came immediately, "He......
Mr.
Luo. ”The elongated voice and clear articulation seemed to remind Hoden again: pay attention to the pronunciation.Holden turned his back to the professor, didn't hold back, and rolled his eyes: he didn't make a mistake, but why did he feel as if he had done something wrong now?
The irascible young man looked at Hoden triumphantly, without hiding his gloating expression at all, and at the same time exchanged a look with the fallen young man, eagerly looking forward to Hoden's embarrassing appearance, and his slightly flickering eyes were already a little impatient.Not only them, but the students who noticed the situation also glanced over with their eyes - however, no one blatantly acted for fear of becoming the next victim of the professor's name, so they tried to avoid their own eyes colliding with the professor's gaze as much as possible.The other three students sitting at the same table in Holden quietly raised their eyes, a little worried and a little nervous, but no one offered to help.Horden did not panic, unhurriedly pulled the chair back, stood up calmly, pulled the hem of the suit, maintained gentlemanly manners, straightened his waist, lifted his chin, adjusted slightly, and then recited aloud - in the manner of recitation.On that day, when the city was under siege......
"Surprised!
The classmate sitting on Holden's right hand suddenly raised his head and looked at Holden who was reciting smoothly in disbelief, and his eyes were almost thrown out."
But now the old Ptolemyon is a thief.This thief has usurped the position of the lord of Thebes, and has been perverse and reckless all day long. ”Be quiet.The whole classroom was silent, only Hodden's clear and soothing voice sounded elegantly and calmly, not only reciting every word and sentence smoothly, but also pronouncing the words clearly and accurately, as if the poems were from the tip of his pen, and the elegant temperament from the inside out gave the poems the real style they should have.The irascible young man glared back at Hodden in disbelief, only to accidentally make eye contact with the professor, causing him to retract his gaze in a panic.The smile of the fallen young man was slowly retracted, and he carefully looked at Hoden's back facing him, and he could feel his calmness and composure from just one side, and more importantly, the whole person was completely immersed in the poem, singing loudly like a bard.Little did they know that the Kilkenny Tales were so beautifully written.The professor, who returned to the vicinity of the podium, couldn't help but close his eyes slightly, listening so carefully and enjoying it that he forgot to ask Holden to stop.It wasn't until Hoden finished reciting the poem with gusto, and his voice slowly settled down like dust, that the magic in the classroom came into contact."
Professor, do I want to continue?"
Hodden asked politely.In fact, Horden has never been "malicious", he corrected his surname pronunciation before, and now he asks the same, he is just more courageous to say what he really thinks.But in the eyes of the rest of the classroom, it was not intended to be a challenge to the professor's authority, especially after the poetry recital.So, all eyes were cast in the direction of the professor.Clay-Bettinos looked at Hodden with a complicated gaze, how could he not feel the eyes around him, but at this time, he had no mind to care, and gently bowed his head in appreciation, "Please note, this is the standard pronunciation."
I hope that Mr.
Helo is not the only one who can do it. ”Praise?
Professor Bertinos's reaction was slightly off track, and instead of continuing to be petty, he generously praised him, and even used Hoden as a role model.Is this making Holden a target for a gun, or is it a genuine compliment?
Because Hodden could clearly perceive that there were many unkind eyes projected around him - on the first day of school, no one liked such a peacock who was in the limelight.But Professor Bertinos did not continue to dwell too much, and then closed the book, stood in front of the classroom, and said in a loud voice: "After more than 1,500 years of development, psionic energy has now become a part of our lives, and every student can understand that you should never limit your imagination, and the role and effect that psionic energy can play will always be beyond your imagination, which has become a social consensus." ”"From this point of view, there is no need to teach this class again, because you have realized the importance and necessity of imagination.""
But be careful, never underestimate psionic powers.Let's get to the real combat drill now. ”As soon as he finished speaking, Bertinos waved his hand, and before he could see any element or technique, the whole classroom had suddenly become a quiet valley, and the trees and mountains, the rivers and the white clouds were very, very far away, and it was impossible to really feel them; But the dirt and grass under the feet are so real that it's impossible to tell whether it's real or not.Can't even be sure, what kind of illusion is this?
Or is it a spatial conversion?
Or is it a psionic prop?
Note 1: Excerpt from Jeffrey Chaucer's "Canterbury Tales".()