Reborn As Lucky Star-Chapter 181 - The First Class

Chapter 181: Chapter 181 The First Class Chapter 181 -181 The First Class Children in the city attend school according to their grades, but the village isn’t as particular about such matters.

Over twenty kids of mixed ages learn together, progressing at different paces, with the teacher covering several points in a single lesson.

Some children, having already learned the material, whisper among themselves below.

Those who haven’t learned can’t hear well due to the noise and can only stare intently at the teacher’s lips.

The first class was taught by the only female teacher, Sun Yueyue.

With her apple-shaped face appearing kind and friendly, the kids weren’t too scared of her.

Even as Sun Yueyue repeatedly stressed not to talk, there were still children chattering away.

With no choice, Sun Yueyue walked down from the podium again and again, asking the chatty kids to move their stools to the last few rows, while those who hadn’t learned moved to the front.

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Yue Qingqing and Yue Xiaohu were arranged to sit in the first row.

Yue Xiaohu, on his first day of class, flipped his book back and forth, completely ignoring what the teacher was saying.

Yue Qingqing was much better.

After all, no matter how cute she appeared on the outside, at her core, she was much more mature than any of the children present and knew the importance of reading.

Seeing a pair of big eyes gazing at her, filled with a longing for knowledge, Sun Yueyue finally smiled.

Sun Yueyue was teaching math, and the first lesson was about Arabic numerals, from 1 to 9.

Yue Xiaohu looked up and said loudly, “Teacher, Sister Qingqing and I have already learned this.”

Lin Chunju would teach her children at home whenever she had free time.

The three Yue children had long been able to count from 1 to 100.

When Sun Yueyue heard this, she asked the two new students to write the numbers again.

After a while, she collected their work and saw that although Yue Xiaohu’s writing was crooked, the numbers were recognizable.

Unlike many kids, he hadn’t written the number 3 in such a way that it wouldn’t stand up, inexplicably turned into an “m.”

As for Yue Qingqing, she surprised Sun Yueyue even more. Her numbers were exceptionally neat, prettier than those of children who had been studying for a year or two, almost as if she had practiced in squared paper.

Yue Qingqing, feeling the teacher’s gaze, lowered her head shyly.

Although her own era’s counting method didn’t use these numerals, she was nonetheless literate and artistic; learning the new Arabic numerals was naturally simple for her.

Comparing her to ordinary children was simply a mismatch.

However, Sun Yueyue knew none of this and kept heaping praise on the two children.

Yue Qingqing blushed and let it be, while Yue Xiaohu stood up proudly, suddenly feeling the joy of learning.

Halfway through the lesson, Sun Yueyue had the children in the front and back rows switch places to start on the more difficult material.

Yue Qingqing sat in the last row but still listened with great interest.

In her era, mortals also revered knowledge, with the traditional six arts of a gentleman including “rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and arithmetic.”

Thus, mathematics had existed since ancient times.

Yue Qingqing had also heard her master discuss complex problems like “There are objects whose number is unknown: if counted by threes, two are left over; by fives, three are left over; by sevens, two are left over. How many objects are there?”

Cultivators seeking the Great Dao each had their unique cultivation methods, including some Confucian cultivators obsessed with understanding the essence of things as their path to enlightenment.

Over the course of the day, besides mathematics, the children had also been taught language by Teacher Dong Kang, as well as politics and nature studies by Lian Wenxing.

The language lessons began with phonetics, while politics and nature covered concepts that the children didn’t yet understand.

They could only passively absorb the information for the moment, hoping to gradually comprehend it later.

This was somewhat reminiscent of the criticized rote learning of later ages.

But for the children of Daye Village, it was also the beginning of their enlightenment to the world.

Finally, as the sky outside took on an orange hue, the sunset spread, connecting the sky in a spread of rosy clouds.

The children in the school cheered, ready to go home for their meal.

Just as they reached the door, the three Yue children were stopped by a girl.

Yue Qingqing recognized her somewhat.

Yue Xingxing spoke with displeasure, “Zhang Caidie, what do you want this time?”

Yue Qingqing recalled the girl’s identity; wasn’t she Wang Jinshun’s daughter? Later, due to her mother remarrying, she had changed her surname.