Although Meton's five-day holiday was very difficult, he was still reluctant to leave when it was over. It seemed that the days of being a young master who only knew how to eat and wait for death were still far away.
When Meton came to the Imperial College again, he immediately felt the strange looks from the other students, which made Meton confused.
Zu Mingjun walked around Meton a few times as if he had just met him. He had just been dragged back to Fanyang by the elders of the Zu family to worship their ancestors and tell Zu Chongzhi that there was another talent in the younger generation of the Zu family, so he had just been released.
"Speak if you have something to say!" Meton was embarrassed and angry.
"I didn't expect you to have such amazing drawing skills! I just left Chang 'an for a few days and you've already done something big again. "Zu Chongzhi was speechless. When he came out to compete with Meton in arithmetic, it was already considered unorthodox. He didn't expect that Meton had hidden so deeply and even had a unique skill that he hadn't used.
"This is nothing. This young master has a lot of skills! "Morton said smugly.
"Mo Jiazi is indeed a decathlon." Zu Mingjun gave him a thumbs-up, but there was no appreciation in his expression.
When Mo Jiazi first spread in Chang 'an, it was actually derogatory. They said that Meton was just a kid from the Mo family. Now that Meton had repeatedly created miracles, people didn't mean to belittle Mo Jiazi anymore.
"Go to hell!"
The two of them bickered and soon arrived at the class. This class should be Shen Hongcai's class.
During Meton's holiday, although Meton thought that he had a hard time, there was one person who had it worse than him, and that was Shen Hongcai.
In the entire Tang dynasty, Shen Hongcai thought that there were very few people who could surpass him in arithmetic. Of course, with the addition of the monstrous Mo Jiazi, there was also a possibility that there would be Zu Mingjun in the future.
However, since Kong Huisuo took the notes from Zu Mingjun, everything was in chaos.
It was as if Kong Huisuo had taken medicine. Her mathematics skills improved rapidly, which naturally attracted the attention of the other supervisors. Now that mathematics was related to the graduation of the Imperial College students, all the Imperial College students who weren't good at it couldn't stay calm.
After knowing that Meton didn't care about the spread of his new mathematics skills, all the Imperial College students in Room Three had a copy of Zu Mingjun's notes in one night..
Although they weren't taught by Meton personally, the supervisors who were able to enter the Imperial College were not to be underestimated. Other than Cheng Chumo who got in through the back door, the others were comparable to the students of the top universities in the future.
They were extremely intelligent to begin with, and they also had a good foundation in mathematics. Furthermore, Arabic numerals and multiplying and dividing squares were not difficult problems. Thus, overnight, the mathematics level of the entire Third Classroom's Imperial College students had improved as a whole.
Logically speaking, if a student's results were good, he should be happy. However, what if a student's results were so good that they even surpassed the teacher?
Shen Hongcai had to think for a long time and calculate for a long time before he could get the right answer. However, the students in Room Three were able to answer it in an instant.
Moreover, there wasn't only one student like this. The whole class was like this. In the future, Shen Hongcai would be the worst teacher in the class. This made Shen Hongcai feel very embarrassed.
Fortunately, it wasn't hard to find out why the students' results improved. When Shen Hongcai looked at the Arabic numerals and various mathematical formulas in his hands, he couldn't believe it.
"What a decathlon Mo Jiazi! What a good Indian numerals!" Shen Hongcai was deeply impressed.
At the entrance of Room Three.
Shen Hongcai hesitated for a while. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Today, he had to make a decision. A decision that would affect his life.
Shen Hongcai stood in front of the brand new blackboard and looked at Moton in the very back row. He couldn't help but feel somewhat enlightened. Without realizing it, the Imperial College had already left behind a deep mark of the Mo family. The blackboard was the same, the chalk was the same, and what he was about to do was also the same.
"Good morning, teacher!" All the students in Room Three stood up to greet him.
"Please sit!" Shen Hongcai felt a little gratified. Even though these students had surpassed him in terms of calculation, they still respected their teachers.
Shen Hongcai took a deep breath and turned around to write nine Indian numerals on the blackboard. Moreover, he wrote them from left to right.
Today, not only did he officially accept Indian numerals, but he also accepted the calculation method of Indian numerals. From left to right, this overturned the existing writing rules from ancient times.
When Shen Hongcai really wrote down these ten numbers, Shen Hongcai deeply understood the writing rules that Meton had mentioned. This had nothing to do with seniority. It was just a habit.
In the past, when Shen Hongcai used the blackboard, he would write from top to bottom and from right to left. Every time he wrote, he would pinch his wrist to write. He was extremely tired. Even so, one of his sleeves would be covered in chalk dust after a class.
Not only was it unsightly, sometimes the words he wrote would be blurred. It was very inconvenient. However, writing from left to right didn't have these problems.
"Teacher, you are so wise!" All the students in Room Three understood the meaning of the ten numbers written by the teacher and couldn't help but cheer.
Morton's jaw dropped as he stared at Shen Hongcai, who appeared to be in high spirits. He could not help but feel a sense of respect for Shen Hongcai. This was a true scholar. What he valued most in his life was knowledge. For the sake of knowledge, he could break through all obstacles in the world.
After Shen Hongcai really did this, his heart suddenly became clear. Of course, he knew that doing this would very likely ruin his future in the Imperial College. However, he still had no regrets.
"Old Man is probably the last person in this class to come in contact with these numbers. Perhaps you all might think that the Old Man is a stubborn old man! However, today, this stubborn old man has also been conquered by these beautiful numbers. Old Man here with all the students to thank Meton for his generosity in teaching this mathematical secret. "After Shen Hongcai finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Meton.
Meton was shocked. He quickly stood up and bowed back. "Teacher, you are too kind. These numbers are not the secret of the School of Mo. They are Indian numbers. The School of Mo can't take credit for them."
Shen Hongcai smiled bitterly. Of course, he knew what Meton meant. Since these numbers didn't belong to the School of Mo, they wouldn't be involved in the conflict between Confucianism and Mo. In this way, when he was questioned in the future, he would have a reason to refute.
However, there was no such thing as logic in this world. Since he had decided to use Indian numbers, he was already mentally prepared to face a storm.
Shen Hongcai understood tacitly and secretly remembered it in his heart.
He turned around and wrote down the 9 × 9 table on the blackboard, as well as the various methods of numerical calculation.
All the students could see that Shen Hongcai was in a hurry to teach. This knowledge obviously couldn't be taught in one class, but Shen Hongcai didn't care about this and directly threw it all out in class.
Everyone in Room Three had a premonition that this might be Shen Hongcai's last class!
Even though they already knew this knowledge, everyone still listened very seriously and didn't miss a single detail.
Soon, the class ended.
Shen Hongcai put down the chalk in his hand and looked at all the supervisors of Room Three with a face full of nostalgia.
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