northernbook Chapter 120: Humility
Chapter 120: Humility
Kang Tai's lover is Datang, whom he has always wanted but cannot get. For Datang, he taught himself Chinese language and literature and was admitted to the University of Tokyo. For Datang, he studied culture day and night and forgot to eat and sleep. He had no love for other girls.
Mingyou's love is much more normal. It's a bit exaggerated but realistic to say that his love for Datang is far less than Kangtai's.
Because his country is in another time and space, out of reach.
Compared to the Tang Dynasty, he loves people more. Luo Daoren, Cat Lord, Sayu, then Marie, Li Qinghe, Tang Chengshun...
If the Tang Dynasty was not the same as the dynasty in the previous life, and it also represented the success of the "great rejuvenation" that the previous life was still striving for, Mingyou might not have thought of returning to the Tang Dynasty.
"Kanta, Tang Dynasty isn't perfect either. For example... football. Tang Dynasty can't even make it to the World Cup."
Mingyou thought for a long time and only thought of this one shortcoming. The Tang Dynasty in this world is so powerful that it is so powerful that the West is resisting cultural and economic invasion. The Eagle Sauce is always shouting for cultural confidence and not letting the people be influenced by the East.
On the contrary, it belongs to Tiangang.
"The fact that Tang Dynasty is not good at football represents its strength." Kang Tai talked endlessly about Tang Dynasty. "I have studied it. People in Tang Dynasty think that 'grass' is an accessory of flowers and trees, and they regard it as a whole. They are taught from childhood that 'flowers, grass and trees should not be destroyed casually', so they will naturally take care of the lawn when they grow up. Besides, didn't Taoism say that people and nature should live in harmony? People in Tang Dynasty seem to be bad at football, but in fact it is because they can't let go on the grass..."
“Alright, alright—” Mingyou stopped Kouta, he felt more and more ashamed the more he listened.
The people of the Tang Dynasty themselves did not know that this was the reason why they were weak in football, but "there are great scholars who will debate the scriptures for me."
In all the sports novels Mingyou read in his two lives, there was no plot about leading the mainland to win the World Cup. They would be classified as science fiction.
"The Tang Dynasty is strong anyway." Kang Tai was still enthusiastic, "So Mingyou, teach me how to fall in love!"
"Are these two things related?"
"I've only had one girlfriend, Xiaoyou. How do you want me to teach you?"
"Just teach me how to be popular. You are surrounded by the most beautiful girls in Dongda University."
"That's true." Ming You didn't deny it, "But you can't even tell that the girl likes you..."
"Hmm? Who likes me?"
Kouta's eyes were clear and stupid.
"It's useless to learn. There's no hope."
But as one of the few friends of the same sex I have, I would still like to give you some advice.
"For me, all I have to do is... do nothing."
"Ah? What kind of teaching is this?"
"Haven't you noticed an important factor that makes me popular?" Mingyou glanced at Kangta.
Kangtai looked into Mingyou's peach blossom eyes.
These are a pair of eyes that all boys would find beautiful, a pair of eyes that would make people ignore those equally beautiful facial features.
When a man uses the word "beautiful" to refer to another man, it means that the man is truly handsome.
"I understand!" Kang Tai's face fell, feeling powerless about the insurmountable gap.
But he quickly recovered and said as a matter of course:
"As expected of the Tang Dynasty! The people are outstanding and the land is blessed!"
……
Let Kangtai figure out how to be popular on his own; Mingyou can’t teach him.
For Mingyou, the current university is a boring place without these friends. He can learn Tang history by himself, and Professor Zheng, who favors him, is not disappointed that Mingyou is no longer as serious as he was at the beginning of the school.
One reason is that they are both from the Tang Dynasty, and the other is that although Mingyou does not have a deep understanding of Tang history, his ideas are very novel, and occasionally he can create a poem that even he feels is brilliant.
Professor Zheng did not believe Mingyou's statement that "they were all recorded in ancient books". This statement might be enough to fool foreigners and Tang people who did not understand, but it was unrealistic to fool a knowledgeable person like him.
This made him admire Mingyou even more. At such a young age, he was not surprised by praise or criticism. He seemed casual, but in fact, he was carefree about fame. He obviously had a rare literary talent in the world, comparable to Li Bai and Du Fu, but he still refused to admit that it was his work.
Young but mature, that's all.
This weekend, Professor Zheng invited Mingyou to his residence for tea and discussion after dinner. After getting his consent, Mingyou also brought Sayu along. It was fine on weekdays, but on weekends, Mingyou would try not to leave Sayu alone at home.
Sayou respected Mingyou's teacher, who was also a scholar from the Tang Dynasty. She sat beside Mingyou and Professor Zheng and listened quietly while they were drinking tea.
"Professor Zheng, that poem was really not written by me." Mingyou had explained this for the umpteenth time.
Three days ago in class, when talking about the Lantern Festival in the Tang Dynasty, Mingyou woke up from sleep and mentioned in a daze, "The east wind blows thousands of flowers in the night, and blows down stars like rain." Professor Zheng was so surprised that he lowered himself to ask Mingyou about the rest of the content every day.
"My friend, you are too modest. Even if the Tang Dynasty advocates humility, you shouldn't be like this." Professor Zheng has been obsessed with Mingyou's poems these days, and he is anxious every day to know what is behind them.
"Really not." Ming You really had no choice, this was all he could say.
If Mingyou had a better memory, he would have mentioned another famous line from this poem:
The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was there, where the lights were dim.
"Qingyu'an Yuanxi" is the best Lantern Festival poem in history by Xin Qiji.
In the previous life, he was too famous, so famous that many people ignored his origin. I believe that if Mingyou said this, Professor Zheng would only become more crazy.
"Since it is recorded in ancient books, why don't you ask your master to take a look at the full poem?" Professor Zheng no longer regarded Mingyou as an ordinary student, but a scholar of the same level.
"Didn't they say that it was accidentally torn apart by the master's cat..." Mingyou and Marie used a similar excuse.
"Is it such a coincidence?"
"...It's such a coincidence."
Mingyou is helpless about this world. If his poems from his previous life were not there, he would have to sacrifice his dignity and become a plagiarist as a time traveler must do. But in this life, it is a part of it! Mingyou doesn't want to be told "already have it" when he wants to show off one day. It's too embarrassing.
Check all the knowledge you have? It's unrealistic. Even if you force Mingyou to think about it, he doesn't know how much he has memorized. For example, those erotic poems will only be triggered in certain scenes, and you have no idea about them at other times. And recently, they have stopped popping up for some reason.
This is the charm of Chinese. After leaving the exam, those poems in your mind will only be appreciated when you are moved by the scene.
So Mingyou would never admit that those poems were written by him. No matter how much Professor Zheng praised and begged him, even if he was about to collapse, he would not admit it. If he asked, he would say it was recorded in the book in the Shantou Temple. If he asked again, he would say that it was torn into pieces by Lord Cat and could not be found.
Sayu had been listening the whole time, occasionally refilling tea for the two teachers and students who were about to quarrel.
She couldn't understand a lot of the content. At first, Professor Zheng took care of her and asked her to speak Japanese, but later he returned to his mother tongue. There were too many academic terms, and Sayu didn't learn them.
But she knew one thing, that her lover was very good at literature! So good that even university professors admired him!
Whether it was written by Mingyou or not is not important to Sayu, it was said by Mingyou anyway. Her boyfriend is the best!