Chapter 2 When he didn't say another word

  The woman wore a silver-white professional suit, her plump and slender figure was set off to perfection, especially her long legs wrapped in black silk, which made people's imagination run wild and couldn't help but want to take a few more glances.

  Tang Yan found it strange that such a beautiful woman would have an illness and not take medicine. She came to the prison to find Teacher, could she have received some kind of stimulation?

  "I didn't take medicine, nor do I need to take medicine." The woman's eyebrows furrowed slightly, clearly very dissatisfied with Tang Yan's frivolous words.

  "What did you just ask me?" Tang Yan asked with a smile.

  "Do you want to be a teacher?" The woman repeated what she had just said.

  Tang Yan continued to smile: "Whose teacher?"

  "Our school teacher." The woman replied seriously, worried that Tang Yan wouldn't understand, and continued to explain, "The Chinese teacher of Class 7, Grade 2 at Qingyuan Middle School."

  "High school?" Tang Yan's eyes rolled around for a moment before he asked again, "How old are high school students?"

  "Eighteen years old." The woman replied immediately.

  "How old do you think I am?" Tang Yan was still smiling.

  The woman shook her head, she only knew Tang Yan's name and didn't know his age.

  "I'm also eighteen years old." Tang Yan said, "Although next month is my nineteenth birthday, but even if I pass my birthday, I'll only be one year older than those second-year high school students. You want someone who's just one year older than them to be their teacher - don't you really need to take medicine?"

  "The woman was momentarily speechless, clearly not expecting Tang Yan to be so young - had she really made a mistake?"

  Some people, no matter what action they take, are so beautiful. Just like this woman, her eyebrows are tightly furrowed together, but in Tang Yan's eyes, the woman's frown is also very pretty. This child is really pitiful, growing up to be so big and hardly ever seeing a beautiful woman. In the past, he could only see various types of beauties on TV, now there is a real person standing in front of him, and no matter how he looks at her, she thinks she's good-looking, but there's one thing that's not good - she has an illness and doesn't take medicine, which is probably the only flaw in this beauty.

  Under Tang Yan's unscrupulous gaze, the woman's beautiful face flushed with a hint of redness, and she glared at Tang Yan with some annoyance before shifting her line of sight away from him. Soon, she saw the calligraphy hanging on the wall.

  "Empty mountains, new rain after, the weather comes late autumn. Bright moonlight shines through the pines, clear spring flows over the stone——is this written by you?" The woman read as she looked, her cherry lips lightly opening, her voice ethereal and pleasant to the ear, a beautiful enjoyment that resonated in Tang Yan's heart.

  "It was written by me - isn't it nice?" Tang Yan proudly replied, being very confident in his own handwriting.

  "Good-looking." The woman subconsciously acknowledged, but only realized after she finished speaking - this rascal had just scolded himself for being ill and not taking medicine, what was the point of praising him?

  "Heh heh, I think it's great too. Even if the Poetry Buddha Wang Wei were to be reborn, he would definitely praise my writing as excellent." Tang Yan said excitedly, without a hint of modesty.

  "The woman was speechless, thinking to herself that this guy is so narcissistic? However, the calligraphy is indeed well-written, at least better than the one hanging on her office wall."

  Thinking of this, the woman looked at Tang Yan again. Was he really only eighteen years old? At eighteen, he could write such a good hand, was he a genius or a monster? Or was he really the teacher's little apprentice?

  The woman recalled visiting her teacher, seeking a talented person because her school lacked Chinese teachers, especially for the second grade seven classes. The requirements for Chinese teachers were extremely strict, and the previous Chinese teachers who came to the school for interviews had all been driven away by the students of Class 7. The woman also asked the students of Class 7 about the reasons for driving away the teachers, but the answers not only didn't make her angry, but also made her very happy, because she liked such students.

  The answer from Class 7 was - those teachers were not qualified to be their teachers. Every time a new language teacher went to teach Class 7, the students would ask the teacher three questions. If they could answer correctly, they would acknowledge the teacher's identity. If they couldn't answer, what qualifications did they have to become their teachers?

  The woman also inquired about the questions that the students of Class 7 had given to their Chinese teacher. At first, she thought it was a prank by the students, intentionally setting some irrelevant and difficult questions to test the new teacher. However, what she found out was that all those questions were from the traditional Chinese literature that had been passed down for thousands of years, including the Four Books and Five Classics, Tang poetry and Song lyrics, as well as dry classical Chinese texts and easy-to-understand modern poems.

  Finally, the woman summed up the seven requirements for Chinese teachers: to be knowledgeable about both ancient and modern times, to have a strong memory, to have a deep understanding of classical literature, and to have enlightened modern thinking.

  So the woman went to visit her teacher, hoping to find a national talent that meets the requirements of Class 7 from her teacher - and so she came to Yuanshan Prison and found Tang Yan, because Tang Yan was the person recommended by her teacher.

  However, after seeing Tang Yan, she felt something was wrong one after another.

  He was asked if he wanted to be a teacher and ended up scolding him, saying "haven't you taken your medicine?"

  He was told that a high school sophomore is eighteen years old, and he said he was also eighteen years old.

  He was praised for his good handwriting, and as a result, he immodestly said that he also thought it looked great.

  "——" The woman thought that coming to the Yushan Prison today was definitely a bad omen since she left home this morning.

  "Hey——" The woman was silent when Tang Yan spoke up and called out to her.

  "My name isn't Feed." The woman glared at Tang Yan with a bad temper.

  "Uh, but I still don't know your name." Tang Yan said with an innocent face.

  The woman suddenly remembered that since she entered the house, she hadn't mentioned her own name. Her tense face instantly relaxed and with some embarrassment, she stretched out her hand to Tang Yan and said: "Let's formally introduce ourselves, hello Tang Yan, I'm Yuexiuyurong, the vice principal of Qingyuan Middle School."

  "Yu Shu Yu?" Tang Yan softly repeated the woman's name, raising his hand to clasp her small hand.

  Smooth and soft, Tang Yan's face suddenly turned red. This was still his first time touching a woman's hand - ah no, it was his first time shaking hands with a woman.

  Yu Shu Yu saw Tang Yan's face turn red and suddenly felt a little flustered in her heart, but she quickly calmed down - what was there to be nervous about when shaking hands with an eighteen-year-old kid?

  "Big sister Moon, why did you want me to be the teacher?" Tang Yan's face briefly turned red before he asked out his doubts. Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for anyone to ask him to be a teacher. An eighteen-year-old teaching an eighteen-year-old student? What kind of joke is this?

  Yu Xueyu first repeated in her heart the way Tang Yan addressed her, then looked at Tang Yan with a strange expression and said truthfully: "It was my teacher who recommended you to me."

  "Who is your teacher?" Tang Yan was puzzled, why would her teacher recommend herself? After all, Tang Yan had lived in the distant mountain prison since childhood, and after leaving the prison, he only went to the top of the distant mountain to find his three masters. He had never been to the outside world, so it was impossible for him to know anyone from the outside world.

  Yu Xiu said a person's name in a low voice, and Tang Yan immediately opened his mouth wide.

  "Big Sister Yue, it turns out you're also a disciple of Master Da's ——" Tang Yan was extremely surprised. "Then I won't be able to call you Big Sister Yue anymore, I'll have to start calling you Master Yue instead."

  Yuè Shū Yǔ confirmed her previous guess in her heart, Táng Yán was indeed the young apprentice of her teacher. If that's the case, it's no wonder he could write such a good calligraphy at such a young age. The only question is, can his knowledge really meet the requirements of Class 7?

  "Tang Yan, think about my question again," Yuexiuyue said seriously. She chose to believe in Tang Yan, or rather, she believed that her teacher had accepted him as a disciple and recommended him to her, which proved that the teacher also trusted his abilities.

  "What? Moon Teacher, you want me to go to your school as a teacher?" Tang Yan asked incredulously. Just now, it was clearly said that he was only eighteen years old, and other kids were in their second year of high school at the age of eighteen, but he was going to be a teacher at eighteen? Was this joke going too far?

  "Yes, since the teacher recommended you, it proves that you meet my requirements." Yuexuan nodded in response.

  "Master Fu must have recommended wrongly, this is impossible." Tang Yan shook his head repeatedly.

  "Don't you want to be a teacher?" Yuexu Yu was somewhat puzzled. She had made her words so clear, why wasn't Tang Yan agreeing?

  "I don't want to." Tang Yan said firmly and definitely.

  "Why?" Yuexu Yu sighed bitterly.

  "There's no reason, I just don't want to." Tang Yan couldn't come up with any grand or convincing reasons either, so he could only reject her in such a straightforward manner.

  "When he hadn't finished speaking." Just then, the black-faced man who had been keeping silent suddenly cut in.

  "Mr. Tang, what you just said is - 'The moon is sparse and the rain is a bit vague.'"

  "When he finishes speaking, he will go and become a teacher." The dark-faced man said with an unquestionable tone.

  "Really?"

  "Really."

  "That's great!" Yu Xueyu finally reacted, with a delighted expression. If her junior brother Tang Yan could go to Qingyuan Middle School as a teacher, then the difficult problem that had been troubling her for many days would be solved. She had already been busy with this matter for many days. Students cannot do without teachers for a day, especially for a group of children who are so eager for Chinese literature.

  "Little brother, when are we leaving?" Yuexu Rain asked with a smile as she looked back at Tang Yan.

  "——" Tang Yan's face was gloomy.

  "Tomorrow then, let him prepare some more." The black-faced judge made another decision for Tang Yan.

  "Alright, I'll come again tomorrow." Yuexu Yu smiled and nodded, then waved at Tang Yan, "Little Shidi, see you tomorrow."

  Tang Yan still looked gloomy.

  Bang!

  The moon is sparse and the rain is full of heart, closing the door and leaving.

  "Why make me go?" Tang Yan asked with a bitter face.

  "There is no why." The man replied expressionlessly.

  "----" Tang Yan felt this sentence was a bit familiar, wasn't it the same one he used to reject Yuexu Rain earlier?

  "Do you know why your master took you as his apprentice?" The man walked to the desk where Tang Yan was writing and asked, pointing at the characters on the rice paper.

  "Because he thought I was a genius." Whenever, Tang Yan didn't mind putting gold on his own face.

  "Fart." The man struck mercilessly, but his tone softened afterwards, "Look at your handwriting, anyone who sees it for the first time will praise how good it looks, but do you know that the evil spirit on you can also be expressed through this handwriting? Your master taught you to read and write specifically to dispel the evil spirit on you, so he wants you to become a teacher, and you must go."

  The man's words were sharp as a knife, and Tang Yan also fell silent, apparently acknowledging the black-faced judge's evaluation of him. However, in his heart, he was secretly complaining - must he really become a language teacher for a group of unfamiliar peers? Isn't that too stimulating?