Although nothing happened along the way, Dong Qiangqiang could feel that the atmosphere of the city had changed subtly.
When changing trains at the train station, he saw more police cars parked under the tall statue than usual. Policemen wearing sunglasses, armed with live ammunition, and German black-backed police dogs armed to the teeth were staring intently at the endless flow of pedestrians on the street. and vehicles, several explosion-proof cylinders are placed 30 meters apart in a triangle shape in the small square in front of the train station. Police helicopters also hurriedly passed by in the sky from time to time.
It can be seen that the Germans are also very nervous.
Dong Qiangqiang had only seen similar scenes in Hollywood blockbusters before, but after all, movies are just movies, far from real life. But this time because of Chen Yu, he felt anger, sadness and helplessness for the first time.
During the transfer, he couldn't help but call Chen Yu's mobile phone again, but the result was no different from yesterday.
Lao Bai's words yesterday did relax his tense nerves, but being unable to contact the other party made him anxious.
He wanted to call Chen Yu's parents and ask them if they had any letters from Chen Yu, but he was afraid of hearing bad news, so he hesitated and gave up.
With anxiety, Dong Qiangqiang came to the preparatory school.
Right in front of the preparatory entrance is a bronze statue of a German scholar whose name is unknown, Dong Qiangqiang. There are bronze statues in many corners of Hanover, such as the galloping horse statue in front of the university, the king's statue in front of the train station, etc.
Several bouquets of white flowers were placed at the feet of the sculpture, and the tall pines and cypresses surrounding it made the red-brick and red-tiled preparatory school look particularly solemn. Different from the laughter in the past, there was almost no sound inside and outside the campus today. Most students walked into the campus quietly and quickly.
When Dong Qiangqiang walked into the classroom, many people were already sitting in their seats.
The preparatory course of the Department of Economics only has fixed classrooms but no fixed seats. Students sit wherever they want. In order not to block the view of other students, Dong Qiangqiang took the initiative to sit in the back row every time.
There were whispers in the classroom, and even slight laughter could be heard occasionally. Dong Qiangqiang lowered his head and walked to his usual seat, taking notes and a recorder from his bag to the table without raising his head. At this moment, he heard someone calling his name in a low voice. As soon as he looked up, he saw Qu Shan winking at him: "Look at the blackboard."
Dong Qiangqiang just looked up and saw two huge words written in English on the blackboard: Deserveit!
Deserve it? Dong Qiangqiang was stunned. Who deserves it? Do Americans deserve it? Or do the people in those two buildings deserve it?
This sentence was full of schadenfreude. Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help frowning and asked Qu Shan: "Who wrote this?"
"I don't know." Qu Shan didn't know whether she really didn't see it or was trying to evade it. She stared at the ground when she spoke, as if she was deliberately avoiding Dong Qiangqiang's gaze, "I had it when I came."
Dong Qiangqiang stared at the words on the blackboard and stood up.
Qu Shan was startled and blurted out: "What are you doing?"
Dong Qiangqiang didn't say a word and was about to walk forward when Qu Shan grabbed his sleeve and asked in confusion: "Why are you meddling in this business?"
"It looks uncomfortable." Dong Qiangqiang said four words.
"Class will start soon. Wait for the teacher to come..." Before Qu Shan could finish her words, the English teacher had already walked in.
Their English teacher was a fat, middle-aged woman who spoke slowly and leisurely. Her lectures were interesting and patient. Dong Qiangqiang had a good impression of her.
As soon as she put the teaching materials on the podium, she saw the English on the blackboard, and she was stunned.
After a long time, she turned around. Dong Qiangqiang and Qu Shan immediately noticed that her eye circles seemed a little red.
The two looked at each other, Qu Shan tugged on Dong Qiangqiang's sleeve, and Dong Qiangqiang slowly sat down.
He thought that the English teacher would rebuke such schadenfreude, or ask loudly who wrote the words, but what surprised him was that the English teacher did not erase the words, but turned around and wrote on the blackboard next to him one by one. Come up with poetry.
Dong Qiangqiang did not recognize the author's Chinese name when he saw "John Donne". This is no wonder. After all, he is not a major in British and American literature, so when he read the name of the poem "For Whom The Bell Tolls", he was still confused.
A meaningful little poem, not long in content. It contained many words that Dong Qiangqiang had never seen before. He guessed that they might be Old English words.
"Nomanisanislaeverymahet, clodbewashedawaybythesea,Europeistheless,asromontorywere,aswellasifamanorofthyfriend'sorofthineownwere:anymahdiminishesme,becauseIaminvolvedinmankind,andthereforeoknowforwhomthebelltittollsforthee."
After the teacher finished writing, he read it carefully with all the students, but he neither explained the meaning of the poem nor why he wrote it, nor did he erase the two English words. Until the end of the English class, the teacher never mentioned the writing on the blackboard, as if it had never happened.
Dong Qiangqiang suddenly became curious and eager to see how the next teacher would react to these two words.
Because the next class is Dong Qiangqiang’s least favorite German politics class.
The politics class was taught by an older, middle-aged German uncle. He was very tall and spoke very quickly. At first, everyone could not understand what he was talking about. When he spoke too fast, he could not remember anything at all, and he was worried about death. However, at this time, he especially liked to ask questions. Whenever he asked questions, the Chinese students were very interesting. He lowered his head, either thinking hard or thinking deeply. In short, no one answered him, let alone raised his hand to answer the question.
The politics teacher, like the English teacher, saw the writing on the blackboard as soon as he entered the door.
He studied the words with his hands behind his back for about a few minutes, as if thinking about something.
Sure enough, as soon as the school bell rang, he said quickly: "Everyone must have learned about what happened yesterday from TV or newspapers. I didn't want to talk about it too much. But when I saw this today," he Pointing at the blackboard, "I suddenly thought that today's class could be temporarily changed to a discussion class. What do you think?"
There was total silence under the podium. Not only the Chinese students did not answer the question, but even the foreign students did not say a word.
"Since everyone has no objections, let's get started. Don't be nervous, I won't call names in this discussion class, so you don't have to raise your hands to speak." The politics teacher smiled slightly and pointed to a fat Polish man sitting by the door. Girl, "It starts with you. Each person will speak for at least 5 minutes to express their views on yesterday's events. The quality of their speech will be counted in the semester grade. I will check the clock when I am ready."
It suddenly dawned on everyone, and they thought they could escape the disaster, but in the end, a big pit was prepared and everyone was wiped out.
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