C15

Gu Yu's first day at Mingde International School was a mess.

Right, I can only say "messy"!

After completing the formalities, which were already the third period in the morning, the head teacher brought her in and pointed to a seat, asking her if she could see anything.

Gu Yu nodded. Her eyes were good, the last row was nothing much, and furthermore, her position just so happened to be in the 'enemy's' position. There was only the wall behind her, no one else.

The square-faced boy next to him smiled at her, and she ignored him, bent over her new book. The boy was rather boring, lying on the table.

A girl on the left took out a small mirror and shone it left and right. She also took out a small comb and combed her hair while tossing her hair. In her heart, Gu Yu thought that this classroom was a huge ship, and she was standing on the deck to greet the sea breeze.

The girl continued combing her hair when she saw Gu Yu looking at her.

Gu Yu shifted her gaze to the podium. She was already used to people not paying attention to her.

The history teacher was a middle-aged man with a tinge of hair behind his back, a white shirt and black trousers. He looked humble and refined. He looked ordinary, but when he spoke of excitement, his eyes lit up, and others were fascinated by him. At the moment, he was talking about porcelain. The square-faced boy who was lying down just now suddenly said, "Teacher, you spoke incorrectly. The difference between glaze luster and glaze luster is not as you say. "

The teacher asked with a smile, "Student Zhou, did you hear what I just said? Please repeat what you just heard! "

Zhou Quan slowly stood up and began to talk in a serious tone.

Someone at the side said, "That's exactly what Teacher is saying. It's more detailed than yours!"

Everyone laughed.

Zhou Quan looked around and shook his head nonchalantly, saying to the teacher, "Teacher Qin, you're too evil. I've fallen into your trap. You won't have any friends if you go on like this!"

Teacher Qin gave a hearty laugh and said, "It seems that you are familiar with this area. You are welcome to join my hobby group, but I don't know if they will welcome you! You can try to say a few words first and see if the administrator allows you! "

"Tch!" Zhou Quan sat down without a care in the world, looking extremely disdainful of his teacher's invitation.

After a while, the topic concerned the preservation of cultural relics. As questions and answers were being asked and answered, Zhou Quan could no longer sit still.

"Teacher Qin, you've read too few books. I've even read more than you!"

The teacher chuckled and said, "You've read a lot. It's really delightful. Teacher believes that what you say is the truth, but teacher also believes another fact, and that is that those who read too much will not talk to teacher like this! "

Zhou Quan was infuriated, once again lying on the table.

The teacher was still in a good mood. After a while, he went from cultural relics preservation to the War of Resistance Against Japan. The teacher emotionally said: "Our dead comrades, when they stepped forward, they did not know whether they would win or lose, but without their courage, they would not be able to live as we are today. So, we should remember them, remember this indomitable courage and bear the burden of the nation!"

"Stupid!" Zhou Quan suddenly said.

The students turned to look at him.

Teacher Qin asked, "Student Zhou, what ideas do you have?"

Zhou Quan stood up and said, "I knew I couldn't beat him, but I still wanted to. In the end, I died." Are you calling me stupid? "

The teacher said, "You know you can't win, so you won't fight. Everyone is smart enough to protect themselves, so we are not as smart as we are today.

Zhou Quan said, "A slave who has lost his country doesn't sound good, but as a teacher, if you were in the midst of a war of resistance, wouldn't you still be a teacher earning your salary?" What's the difference between farming and farming, or working? There were always people who enjoyed themselves, so there was no point in playing around with these concepts. "The only one who can earn money is my lord!"

Teacher Qin shook his head painfully. It was obvious that he didn't want to go from the topic of resistance to the topic of humanity.

"Crap," someone stood up. It was the big black fatty.

"Zhou Quan, if the devil were to attack your house with a large blade, are you going to resist or not?"

Zhou Quan shook his head. If I wanted to hide or kneel down and beg for mercy, as long as I survived, I would be able to eat delicious food! "What if he doesn't even have his life …"

Creak — * The table was pushed to the side. Before Zhou Quan could finish his sentence, the black fatty had already rushed over and started punching him.

The students were all shocked. The class buzzed.

The teacher was also stunned. After reacting, he shouted, "Quick, pull the rack! Quick, pull the frame! "

The development of the situation was within his expectations. Zhou Quan was no match for the black fatty, and none of the students who wanted to fight had the chance to do so. The fight had ended just like that. He pressed both of Zhou Quan's hands down on the table. "Kneel down and call me grandfather, and I'll spare you!"

Zhou Quan's small glasses dropped to the ground. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Grandpa? F * ck, I am your ancestor! "

The black fatty scolded: "Bullshit!" If I were to be with you, I would be embarrassed to death! "

Zhou Quan shouted, "The class is over. Let's go to the student affairs office! You beat up your classmates for no reason, just wait for your dad to come and take you away! "

Black fatso snorted and asked, "You want me to go to the student affairs office, is it because you feel wronged? Is there a Chinese student office during the War of Resistance? Is there a place for justice for the Chinese people? I was beating you up today, why didn't you call me grandpa, instead you let the Chinese call you little Japanese grandpa? "Huh?" At this point, he pressed down hard, causing Zhou Quan to let out a blood-curdling scream.

Zhou Quan choked on his words. His head was knocked against the table with a "dang" sound. Breathing heavily, he said, "Fine, you're ruthless! "We respect you, brothers!"

The black fatty let him go. The High Lama walked towards his seat while saying to his teacher, "Teacher, there are many ways to educate someone. Your set …" It's not enough! "

Someone laughed.

Teacher Qin rubbed his face as he helplessly looked at the bunch of students. He looked at his watch, remembered something, and gave an order to the students in the first row against the wall.

"Squad leader Chu has just finished class and is going to the monitoring room with me. Let's explain it and erase that video!" "After saying that, he turned to face Zhou Quan who was lying on the table like a dead dog." Student Zhou Quan, do you have any objections to this way of handling things? "

Zhou Quan was still sprawled on the table. He raised his left hand and waved it dejectedly like a white flag.

"Alright, let's set up next week's event — enter the Capital Museum …"

The history lesson ended just like that.

Gu Yu could see that the history teacher was quite popular. If she put a case of mineral water beside him, he would probably be able to finish the history of China without moving. Not only was he fluent, but he was also complicated. This was something that was hard to come by. He was definitely not an ordinary history teacher.

The next lesson was geography.

As soon as the class started, the students became agitated and started pestering the teachers about the return of the Tibetan area. After listening for a while, Gu Yu understood. This thin and clean bespectacled man was a doctor in the Chinese Academy of Sciences. He had just taken a leave of absence to go to Tibet to do a research project on soil and water conservation.

Before he got down to business, he started with a story about a soup made from a bacterium he had eaten at a Tibetan's house. He described it so vividly that the student shouted, "No more, I'm going to rob the cafeteria!"

He showed the students some of the photographs he had taken, and the robber immediately turned around — he was going to study the alpine vegetation. He even asked, "Teacher Han, can you bring me along next time you go?"

Gu Yu took note of his name in his mind — Zhu Qi's house.