Meng Fei: "..."
You should be able to run over, right?
He couldn't break the glass with one punch, could he? Will he be deducted points?
Meng Fei gave up. He turned down the page and returned to the first floor, holding his cell phone to count the seconds.
"Sixty-seven seconds left."
"Fifty-two seconds."
"Forty seconds." Morimondo's figure appeared at the end of the corridor.
Meng Fei put away his phone and ran over. He rushed in front of Morimundo almost instantly, then he carried Morimundo on his shoulders with his backhand, swung his tail like a dragon, turned around and ran towards the classroom.
Morimondo covered his face like a little girl and screamed, "Ahhh!"
Meng Fei said calmly: "Shh, keep your voice down and maintain etiquette."
Morimondo covered his mouth, thinking in his mind: Ahhhh!
With seventeen seconds left, Meng Fei came to the door of the classroom and put down the big grasshopper.
Lannie raised her hand and knocked on the door quickly.
The movements are done in one go.
An old man's voice came from inside, "Please come in."
The door opened, and the three of them filed in. After being stuck for the last ten seconds, they successfully entered the classroom.
Standing on the podium was a hunchbacked old man. He was wearing dark clothes and a silk-textured gown. He looked like a dull old man.
Just a little bit.
The old man's wrinkled face was covered with eyes, eyes of different sizes, looking in all directions.
This scene is enough to send chills down the back, and if you have less concentration, you might be able to urinate right away.
Meng Fei's concentration is very good. Besides, it's just a little disgusting. It's just a small scene.
"Hello, teacher."
The Chinese teacher glanced at the three of them and said, "Come in."
The teacher didn't ask for it, and they were stuck, so just ignore the teacher's request for proof of work for the time being.
Meng Fei and the other two sat down in their seats.
The Chinese teacher started to lecture with a look on his face. He was talking about history.
The Chinese teacher is teaching history. Do you have any questions? No problem at all~
It's not the history that Meng Fei and the others are familiar with, it's like a story that happened in another parallel world.
However, in this story, the country that was invaded was somewhat tragic.
The Chinese teacher’s tone was very slow and without any ups and downs. He said:
"In the year 1875 of the Yuan Dynasty, the country of Fu was defeated by a joint army of seven countries. The king of the country of Fu signed a treaty of defeat. From then on, the country of Fu entered a dark semi-colonial period..."
"In this context, a patriotic poet wrote this poem."
"our country."
"I stand on a high platform and look at our country."
"From the easternmost edge of the sky to the westernmost edge of the sky, this is our country."
"But why when I looked out, what I saw was not our country."
“Foreign goods are spread throughout our country, foreign nationals are spread throughout our country, and foreign languages and cultures are spread throughout our country.”
"Our goods are being discarded in corners, our people are groveling, our language is being twisted, and our culture is being devoured."
"This is our country, but it is not our country."
"Our citizens no longer have a country in their hearts. They only see sweet candies and vulgar culture. They regard it as a treasure and call it the essence."
"Our citizens speak convoluted foreign languages, and they laugh at the 'old-fashioned' people, saying this is called trend, this is called globalization."
"..."
"I stand on a high platform, looking at our country, watching the shadow of the country gradually blurring. Is this really our country?"
When the Chinese teacher talked about this poem, his tone finally fluctuated. His deep emotions seemed to be unable to be expressed simply through words. Every eye of his was filled with pain and struggle.
Finally, the Chinese teacher finished reading the poem. He was silent for a long time and said:
"This is not a good poem, this is an imperfect poem."
The classroom was very quiet, and no one cared about the old man's mumbling.
Whether they are students wearing name tags or students without name tags, they are doing their own thing.
No one cares about this bad old man standing on the podium.
Meng Fei held up his face, he was always listening. Listening carefully to a teacher's lectures is the greatest respect for the teacher.
No matter which teacher he is, even if Meng Fei hates his style, he will still listen to the class seriously.
Because this is Meng Fei's request for himself and has nothing to do with anyone else.
Meng Fei raised his hand after listening to the old man's words.
The Chinese teacher was stunned, stretched out his wrinkled hand, opened his palm, and pointed his fingertips at Meng Fei. His voice was very gentle.
"Classmate, do you have any questions?"
Meng Fei stood up and said, "I want to object to your point of view. This may not be a perfect poem, but it is a good poem."
The Chinese teacher was stunned. He clasped his hands together and frowned. He seemed to be organizing his words. After a while, he said: "Is this a good poem?"
"No, this is not a good poem, it is just a running account written by a stubborn old man."
The Chinese teacher's face and eyes became tired and sad.
"No, in my opinion, this is a good poem. The author of this poem should be lamenting that his country seems to have disappeared even though it has not disappeared yet."
“Everything from foreign countries is pouring in, and the country’s culture and spirit are dying.”
"Short-sighted people will only blindly flock to foreign things, and they have lost their dignity as people of this country."
"It's sad that they have forgotten history and are so grateful for a little favor from foreign countries."
"So, should we boycott all this?" The Chinese teacher's expression changed slightly, and his eyes were fixed on Meng Fei, waiting for a response.
Meng Fei frowned slightly and said, "No, this is a complicated issue. What we should do is keep the history in mind and look forward to the future."
"We need to preserve our culture, pass on our traditions, and pass on the virtues of our ancestors."
"But maybe it's because of my personal reasons. I'm a collector. I hope to collect all the culture I can get my hands on."
"I don't think the author of this poem is wrong. He just saw the most heartbreaking side of the times."
"I don't want to blindly boycott other cultures, but at the very least, we have to be more cautious when accepting the culture of other countries, especially the culture of countries that have invaded our own country."
"The past, present, and future are different time periods, but things that should be remembered should be remembered, and things that should be respected should be respected."
"We are children of our own country first, and then we are adults who accept the good things of other countries gracefully."
"I can't tell. My own vision is still too narrow, and the things I have seen since childhood are too shallow. Maybe my thoughts will offend you, and I hope you can bear with me."
