Chapter 327: Wrong subject, what to do?

Translator: G.o.dBrandy Editor: Kurisu

"Ouch, ouch!" The primitive man's body twitched in pain when his palms were hit. However, he didn't dare to retract his hands.

He held his tears back and obediently stood in place. Each palm was. .h.i.t ten times, becoming scarlet red.

The scene reminded the pa.s.sengers of those old-style tutorial schools in ancient times where the tutor would hit the palms of the young student with a disciplinary ruler if the latter were to commit mistakes.

But if you were to change the tutor into a young man wearing a black windbreaker, and the young student into a tall and big primitive man, the scene would turn out rather comical.

Lu Fei looked at the primitive man with a guilty expression on her face. She didn't know that her laughter would cause so much pain to the primitive man. Had she known earlier, she would have covered her mouth with all her strength, not laughing at all.

"Get lost. You won't get a meal until you're finished writing the ❮Three-Character Cla.s.sic❯ three times as a punishment," the windbreaker-clad man said in a grave tone.

As though he had just received an act of grace, the primitive man rubbed his palms and quickly ran away…probably getting ready to write the ❮Three-Character Cla.s.sic❯ down.

The other primitive men looked at him with envy—he only needed to write the ❮Three-Character Cla.s.sic❯ three times, and in exchange, he wouldn't have to stay here with this scary man clad in a windbreaker!

He was a lucky man.

After all, writing the text of the ❮Three-Character Cla.s.sic❯ three times wouldn't take too much time, but if you were to stay here with this man and commit an even bigger mistake, you would be hung on a big tree and beaten mercilessly, with your screams echoing throughout the whole surrounding area!

The windbreaker-clad man put the disciplinary ruler away and crossed his hands behind his back, heading toward the pa.s.sengers.

After seeing his face, the pa.s.sengers discovered that this man was also Chinese. Moreover, he seemed to possess a great authority amongst these primitive men. This made the pa.s.sengers heave a sigh of relief… that being the case, their safety should be guaranteed, right?

At the same time, some of the glib-tongued pa.s.sengers were thinking of getting close to this man to deepen their relations.h.i.+p with him.

But when the man walked toward them, he had a serious look on his face and his body was emanating an incredible pressure, so even the most glib-tongued pa.s.sengers didn't dare to utter a word.

Soon, the man arrived in front of the white-haired professor with a majestic gait… the old professor just happened to be the closest person to the entrance.

The windbreaker-clad man nodded and said, "h.e.l.lo."

As soon as he heard these words, the old professor felt his body become weak. Thereupon, he quickly replied, "h.e.l.lo, Sir."

Strangely enough, when the old professor greeted this man, he even used the respectful term 'Sir'. But the windbreaker-clad man was clearly younger than the white-haired professor!

The professor had unconsciously addressed him with a respectful term due to the invisible pressure emanating from the man.

The windbreaker-clad man nodded and continued, "And you are…?"

The professor stood up on own volition and said humbly, "I'm professor Nan Tianxing from the Jichuan University of China."

"A university professor?" After hearing this much, the eyes of the man lit up!

Afterward, he enthusiastically shook the hand of the professor and said with a smile, "So, it was Professor Nan. I've heard so much of you!"

When the man smiled, all the imposing aura from before disappeared. It was as though ice had melted, becoming a hot spring. All the pa.s.sengers felt their bodies become lighter, even breathing was now easier!

Professor Nan Tianxing smiled and nodded… it seemed he had still quite a bit of reputation in the Branch of Botany of the Biology Department. Even this man knew about him, and his att.i.tude greatly changed after hearing his name!

Professor Nan Tianxing was very pleased at this time—once you were a man of his age, rather than money, you would be more interested in fame! If he could make an important discovery and have his name go down in history… how beautiful it would be.

The windbreaker-clad man said enthusiastically, "You should be responsible for teaching Chinese, right?"

"Yes! Wait… what?" Professor Nan Tianxing's smiling face stiffened.

The old professor was confused.

Teaching Chinese?

I'm not a professor of the Chinese Language Department... I'm a professor of the Biology Department, Branch of Botany!

The old professor was very distressed at this moment. So distressed that it was hard to describe with words!

"You came at the right time! I've waited for you a long time!" the windbreaker-clad man said full of enthusiasm. "Teaching Chinese language to these primitive men had really been an ordeal. Recently, I taught them pinyin after a friend's recommendation. With that, they were able to learn the ❮Three-Character Cla.s.sic❯ properly. But when I started to teach them the ❮a.n.a.lects of Confucius❯, these primitive men started to make stupid mistakes again. I still don't understand what's wrong with the way I'm teaching them…"

In the end, it was this windbreaker-clad man that taught those primitive men the ❮Three-Character Cla.s.sic❯! And now, he was planning to teach them the ❮a.n.a.lects of Confucius❯…?

When the younger pa.s.sengers heard these words, they blushed with shame.

These primitive men were actually learning the ❮a.n.a.lects of Confucius❯!

Let alone these primitive men, even they who were born and bred in China didn't study the ❮a.n.a.lects of Confucius❯ in its entirety! Nowadays, the students of primary and middle schools were taught only a few sentences from the ❮a.n.a.lects of Confucius❯.

Actually, many of those present didn't even finish studying the ❮Three-Character Cla.s.sic❯...

Professor Nan Tianxing was also blus.h.i.+ng with shame—it seemed that the windbreaker-clad man mistook him for someone else. He had to clear this misunderstanding as soon as possible!

However, before the professor could explain...

The windbreaker-clad man handed the disciplinary ruler in his right hand to the professor and said, "Professor Nan! In this case, I'll leave the task of teaching these primitive men the ❮a.n.a.lects of Confucius❯ to you! You can be a.s.sured that I'll not treat you unjustly. Coming to this small island in the middle of nowhere during summer vacation must have been unpleasant, but fear not, if you can teach these primitive men the entirety of the ❮a.n.a.lects of Confucius❯ before the end of summer vacation, I'll give you a remuneration that will exceed your wildest expectations!"

After waiting for the man to finish his speech, Professor Nan Tianxing coughed and opened his mouth, preparing to clear the misunderstanding.

However, the following sentence of the windbreaker-clad man made him quickly forget about this thought!

"Don't worry, as long as you have that disciplinary ruler with you, this tribe of primitive men with over ten thousand individuals will follow your instructions without a hitch. You don't need to be afraid of them, if someone is not studying properly, you can hit them as hard as you want!" Afterward, thinking that Professor Nan Tianxing might be still worried, he also added, "Fear not, they won't eat you."

Professor Nan Tianxing's heart twitched—did it mean that if he wasn't teaching these primitive men Chinese, and didn't have the disciplinary ruler in hand, there was a chance they would eat him?

This was a rather fearful possibility!

Dammit. Isn't it just about teaching these primitive men how to read and write? The ❮a.n.a.lects of Confucius❯, huh? In the end, I'm the professor of a prestigious university, and even if my knowledge in regards to the ❮a.n.a.lects of Confucius❯ isn't too deep, I'm still a literate person!

"Sir, you don't have to worry. With the help of all the present, I will make sure to teach these primitive men how to read and write, making them learn the ❮a.n.a.lects of Confucius❯ in its entirety by the end of summer vacation." Professor Nan Tianxing clenched his teeth and a.s.sured him.

The professor didn't forget about the other pa.s.sengers behind him—after all, they were in this together, and since he had the ability, he decided to help them. He didn't want them to be eaten by the primitive men because of being 'useless'.

"Good, I feel relieved now." The windbreaker-clad man nodded and smiled.

After a.s.signing the task, the left the straw shed with his hands crossed behind the back; his mood was excellent at this time.

But just as he was leaving, somewhat confused, he thought to himself, Weird, why did fellow daoist Scholar Drunken Cloud (?) send so many people along with the professor? Are they here to help him, or is there another purpose to it?

I better log into the Nine Provinces Number One Group and ask for clarifications. Maybe fellow daoist Scholar Drunken Sun (?) has something special in mind?

While still in deep thought, he proceeded toward his dwelling.

This man wearing a black windbreaker was none other than Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman. When young, he had carelessly made too many oaths and pledged to teach the Chinese language to ten thousand illiterate people.

This island was precisely the one he mentioned in the Nine Provinces Number Group. That island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with natives living on it.

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After Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman left, the primitive men that were lined up into two rows immediately heaved a sigh of relief. But when their vision fell on the disciplinary ruler in the professor's hand, they immediately regained their composure, throwing out their chests and raising their heads high. It seemed that they were really afraid of this disciplinary ruler!

After seeing the reaction of the primitive men, the old professor and the other pa.s.sengers also heaved a sigh of relief.

"Cough. Everyone should have realized what kind of situation we are in," the old professor said as he turned his head to the pa.s.sengers with a bitter smile.

Gao Moumou nodded and said, "We all saw. That being the case, we'll rely on you, professor. If you need our help while teaching these primitive men, just ask."

The old professor sighed deeply and said, "Good."

At this time, Tubo also asked, "Professor, we lot aren't really experts when it comes to teaching, but since you're a professor of Chinese language, can you reply to this question? That man wearing a windbreaker said that we have to teach these primitive men the ❮a.n.a.lects of Confucius❯ by the end of summer vacation, but isn't that almost a race against time? Given your experience, from which part of the book do you suggest to start?"

Tubo was afraid that the windbreaker-clad man would get angry if they couldn't teach these primitive the entirety of the ❮a.n.a.lects of Confucius❯ before the end of summer vacation.

Moreover, his imposing aura was so strong that they even forgot to ask him about Song Shuhang. In a while, he and the others would have to look for him and ask about Shuhang.

"..." Professor Nan Tianxing.

After a short pause, the old professor deeply sighed and said, "About that… I need to tell you something. I'm indeed a professor, a professor of the Biology Department…"

In the next instant, all the pa.s.sengers stiffened, and a deathly silence fell on the room.