Volume 1: Spring in Wulong Town Chapter 51 Combining Theory with Practice
The time capsule game was played by many teachers and students in Tang Zheng's era.
When Tang Zheng was lying in bed at night, he thought about some regrets from his previous life and decided to use them to harm the children of Xingyao Continent.
"Ten years...interesting." All the children of Tangjiabao, big and small, fell into deep thought.
People kept picking up their pens and putting them down again.
Who do they want to be in ten years?
Ten years later, what kind of people can they really become?
Some people are looking out the window, some are looking down.
Tang Zixie was the first to pick up the pen and began to write on the paper.
Tang Xiaotang raised her head, glanced at Tang Zheng quickly, flicked her flying ponytail, and picked up her pen to join the writing...
Tang Zheng didn't look at what they wrote, but just reminded them: "Ten years is not a very long time! What you write on this piece of paper today is not a promise you make to anyone... Ten years later, when you dig out this piece of paper, you will only have to answer to yourself."
Just like the small line of words he carved on the game cabin.
Time capsules mean nothing to others.
Only you will always remember it!
Rustle...
In the lecture hall, pens were picked up.
Soon, only the sound of the pen moving was left.
From the first lesson "Study for the rise of Tangjiabao" to "The only one you need to answer to is yourself" a month later, the children of Tangjiabao have completed an indescribable and wonderful transformation.
So, they wrote it very seriously.
Whether you are an adult in your twenties or thirties, or a child of only four or five years old, there is always too much to write about.
They want to bury today's mood underground, and they are more looking forward to seeing whether they have fulfilled their promise to themselves when they dig out this piece of paper ten years later.
The entire lecture hall has moved...
The only one who didn't move for half a day was Azhi.
Azhi was a little dazed.
"It's not a promise to anyone, it's just an explanation to myself..." He raised the pen in his hand slightly, and a drop of ink fell on the paper.
Just after his fifth birthday, he was designated as one of Kageyama's heirs.
From that time on, there were many, many things in his life, except himself.
Stronger, stronger, and stronger seems to be the only pursuit...
Apart from making themselves stronger, they don't know anything else and don't think about anything extra.
The future? What is that?
Not to mention the future, even "tomorrow" is a very luxurious word.
The second drop of ink fell from the pen in Ah Zhi's hand...
He suddenly laughed.
Ten years later, what kind of future will be the perfect explanation for himself?
"I can't lose this final test !" Azhi took a deep breath, quickly picked up the pen and put it on the paper!
It was not a promise to anyone, nor was it a life-threatening exam. What he wrote here today was the first time he wrote to his own future!
Rustle, rustle...
There are only eight words on the white paper!
As if without any careful consideration, he wrote out eight words in one breath: "Ten years later, I will be the Shadow King!"
…
After everyone had finished writing, Tang Zheng asked them to fold the papers, wrap them in another piece of white paper and hand them to him.
"Master, you won't dig it out at night and peek, right?" Tang Xiaotang shook her ponytail and laughed while covering her mouth .
Tang Zheng's face suddenly turned red.
He thought he was very clever and that this method was the most reliable way to figure out the children's thoughts. However, who knew that these children who grew up in a chaotic place were not easy to deal with!
Not to mention others, he had already seen the paper that Azhi had folded, but hid it behind him.
Except for the little kids of four or five years old, the other children maintained a sly alertness.
"I'll do it reluctantly. I won't play tricks on you guys anymore." Tang Zheng smiled readily and took out a locked box as prepared.
Tang Zixie took a breath of cold air: "This is..."
“Secret Talisman Lock!” Ah Zhi’s eyelids twitched again. Not to mention that he didn’t even recognize the material of the box, the lock alone would cost at least fifteen taels of purple gold. “Are you sick?”
"Do you have any medicine?" Tang Zheng pinched his joints meaningfully.
"..." Azhi turned his head and handed over what he had in his hand.
"I'll deal with you in the afternoon." Tang Zheng took it and put it in the box.
The code lock is a one-time lock consisting of a six-digit code.
If the cipher is incorrectly tried three times, the locking array will directly destroy the contents of the box.
Even if the ciphertext is correct, once is opened, it can never be restored!
Therefore, as long as it is closed, any possibility of peeking is eliminated.
"Master, what about you?" Little Bell climbed onto the table.
"..." Tang Zheng was stunned for a moment, "I want to write too?"
"Write! Write! Write!" A group of children started to make a noise.
"Okay, okay, write, write." Tang Zheng pushed them all away speechlessly, "No peeking."
"Absolutely not peek!" They said this, but their hands covering their eyes would always open a crack at any time.
Tang Zheng was so angry that he laughed: "Everyone turn around!"
Crash.
A group of children, big and small, then turned around.
Tang Zheng looked at the paper in front of him, and the smile in his eyes slowly faded...
He picked up the pen, quickly wrote a line of words, blew it dry, wrapped it with another piece of white paper, and then let them turn back.
After Tang Zheng put all the written papers into the box, he said, "I will set the first two, Xiaotang will set the middle two, and as for the last two..."
Azhi's heart moved and he looked up at Tang Zheng.
Tang Zheng smiled and said, "Okay, it's you."
"Who cares?" Azhi looked reluctant, but still slipped over.
None of the three people know the ciphertext set by the other two.
Therefore, ten years later, only when three people are present can the box be opened.
Tang Zheng and Tang Xiaotang set it up quickly.
When it was Ah Zhi's turn, he just stretched out his hand to set it, but immediately retracted it...
"Azhi, what's wrong?" Tang Xiaotang asked.
"Ten years..." Ah Zhi suddenly lowered his head, "Ten years later, I may not still be alive."
"Then you should work harder and don't kill yourself!" Tang Zhengdao said.
"Tsk, just to open the box?" Azhi rolled his eyes at him.
"That's right!" Tang Zheng patted his head and pointed at the box, "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."
"..." Azhi snorted unhappily, and said nothing more. He directly set the last two digits.
After Tang Zheng and the others left, he suddenly remembered that when Tang Zheng patted him on the head just now, he seemed to be completely unprepared!
"Damn it!" Azhi quickly chased after him.
The spring in Tangjiabao is clear and sunny.
A group of children, big and small, were looking for a suitable place to bury the box in Tangjiabao.
The children in the Land of Chaos are all precocious. Many of them, if brought to Wulong Town, would be characters who could silence everyone on the street with just a glare. But in front of Tang Zheng, most of them are just middle school boys.
"Master, Master, how about burying it under this banyan tree?"
"The banyan tree is not good. There is a magnolia tree at the entrance of my yard that has just bloomed..."
"You want to open the box and take a peek in the middle of the night!"
"I don't know the ciphertext, how can I decipher it?"
“Hahahahahaha…”
Tang Zheng ran with them through every corner of Tangjiabao.
In the end, everyone voted to bury the time box in Tang Zheng's yard.
"Remember today. Cheer for our future!" Tang Zheng buried the time box with them. He stretched out his muddy hand and asked them to put it on.
"Come on!" They shouted along with Tang Zheng - even though in the past month, they actually didn't know what "oil" was.
But what does it matter?
When Tang Zheng laughed, they laughed. When Tang Zheng cheered, they cheered.
Anyway, if you just follow Tang Zheng and shout randomly, you won’t go wrong!
"Okay! Cheer up! I'm going to increase the amount of courses starting tomorrow!" Tang Zheng took them back to the lecture hall.
"Ah?" There was a cry of surprise from below.
"Because we have to finish one week's worth of courses in advance, and then, next week... well, that is, seven days later, we will start social practice!"
"Social... practice?" They were with Tang Zheng and had long been accustomed to the term "week", but this was the first time they had heard of social practice.
"Yes." Tang Zheng nodded. "Confucius said, 'Read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles.' Confucius also said, 'We must insist on combining knowledge with practice. So, after we finish this course, we will go to Wulong Town for social practice."
"What does it mean specifically? Will it be particularly difficult?" Tang Xiaotang asked, raising her hand.
"It's not difficult. It's just putting up posters, handing out flyers and so on..." Tang Zheng touched his nose guiltily.
