It had been already more than a week since Gao Moumou and the others landed on the island.
Summer vacation was only two months long, and if they really had to spend half of it on this island of savages... they felt like crying.
If they wanted to leave this small island a bit earlier, there was only one way… help the master of the island, that rich mister wearing a windbreaker, and teach the natives the ❮Analects of Confucius❯ in its entirety.
Under the leadership of the old professor, they used the most scientifically advanced and effective methods to teach the natives of the island… but even under these circumstances, they only managed to make them forget about the bad handwriting edition of the ❮Three-Character Classic❯ with great difficulty and teach them from scratch the correct Chinese-language edition of the ❮Three-Character Classic❯.
Therefore, they had really no idea how long it would take them to teach the natives the ❮Analects of Confucius❯.
