The turkey meat on the plate was roasted to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, and seemed delicious. Dong Qiangqiang looked at the food, feeling a little dazed. Seeing food always made him couldn't help but wonder if Chen Yu had eaten now.
Just as he was daydreaming, a big green schoolbag banged on the dining table next to him. The bag was heavy, but the table legs were fixed into the floor, so it didn't matter. However, Dong Qiangqiang's small bowl of soup was knocked over by the shock of his schoolbag, and all the tomato and egg soup was spilled on the table.
Dong Qiangqiang glanced at the soup on the table, and looked dissatisfied at the young man standing opposite him who just smashed the table with his schoolbag.
The young man has neat short hair and an angular square face. His eyes are cold and he has an unruly expression on his face.
Dong Qiangqiang recognized this young man as Tong Huo, who Qu Shan had said before was "cold, unreasonable and unsociable". He did not expect that the young man would be so young and energetic. But before he could ask, the other party had already asked: "Are you mentally ill? Do you know what you just said in class? Why are you pretending to be a saint?"
Dong Qiangqiang looked directly into Tong Huo's eyes, suppressing his anger and said: "First, I know what I said. Second, you spilled my soup, you should say 'I'm sorry'."
"Should I say 'I'm sorry' to you?" Tong Huoda immediately sat down opposite Dong Qiangqiang, opened his schoolbag with his left hand, and pointed to his temple with his right hand, "Did you get flooded here?"
Dong Qiangqiang thought and blurted out: "Did you write the words on the blackboard?"
Tong Huo smiled contemptuously and said provocatively: "How else could it be written by a coward like you? Do you have the character?"
Dong Qiangqiang's thoughts drifted back to the politics class an hour ago.
The Polish girl was obviously caught off guard by the teacher's request to speak. She sat by the door with the intention of avoiding the teacher's sight, but unexpectedly she became the first one to speak. She immediately panicked because she I don’t know exactly what happened in New York yesterday. I just listened to a few words reported by others. I immediately started hesitating and said things like “It was a disaster” and “I’m very sad” back and forth. I can't explain why.
The girl's expression of indifference and indifference couldn't be more obvious when she spoke. But the politics teacher did not comment on her words, nor did he have any attitude. He just wrote something in his notebook and shouted: "Next one."
Because few American students come to Germany to study, there are no Americans in the class. Apart from Dong Qiangqiang and the others, the rest are students from Eastern and Southern Europe, as well as the Turkish boy and his Turkish girl who choked Dong Qiangqiang before.
Several students from Southern Europe obviously knew more than the Polish girls, and their opinions were similar to what Dong Qiangqiang read in the German media yesterday. They basically strongly condemned the terrorist attacks and sympathized with the Americans.
When it was the turn of the Chinese students to speak, the attitudes of Qu Shan, Zhang Xiaoxiao, Zheng Yuqian and others were similar to those of the Southern European students.
Sitting behind Qu Shan is Dong Qiangqiang. According to the [00ks] order, Dong Qiangqiang should explain his views. As soon as he stood up, he saw a thin, dark-skinned foreign boy sitting in the front row on the left suddenly stood up before him.
Usually when someone does this in class, they have to go to the toilet. Dong Qiangqiang thought that he was the same. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the boy loudly say in stumbling German: "I have a different view on this matter."
Dong Qiangqiang was startled, thinking that this person was so unruly. He was clearly the first to speak according to the order, but he interfered.
The politics teacher seemed to realize this, but he was an experienced man after all. He smiled at Dong Qiangqiang and gently waved his palm downwards. Dong Qiangqiang understood and sat down again.
Qu Shan turned sideways, pretending to look at the back of the foreign boy, and asked Dong Qiangqiang in a low voice: "What's going on? Why did he stand up before you said anything?"
"Shh, listen to him first." Dong Qiangqiang whispered.
"First of all, I want to strongly condemn this kind of terrorist attack, but I have to ask, why does this kind of disaster happen in the United States and New York? Isn't this retribution for the United States' long-standing aggression and hegemony everywhere?" The foreign boy said with a look on his face Indignant, "My hometown was bombed by American planes. Many people in the village died because of that bombing. There were many old people and children there..." He choked and lowered his head, his shoulders shaking constantly. , but couldn’t say a word.
Qu Shan glanced at Dong Qiangqiang, stuck out her tongue, and turned back carefully.
There was silence in the class. After a long time, the foreign boy raised his head again, with tears in his eyes: "So although I hate the tragedy those people caused in New York, I am not particularly sad. Just like what is written on the blackboard, I think this It's what they deserve, it's God's punishment for doing bad things. That's what I want to say."
In fact, some foreign students have expressed similar views in a very subtle way before, but they were somewhat concealed. The foreign boy's words were like a depth bomb, causing the originally quiet classroom to boil.
Just then, someone started to take the lead in applauding. Dong Qiangqiang looked around and saw in another corner a boy with a stern expression slapping his hands. Gradually, other students joined in and clapped.
"Did you see the one applauding?" Qu Shan whispered, "He is Tong Huo."
"Be quiet, be quiet first." The politics teacher pressed his palms in the air twice with great experience, "Next."
Dong Qiangqiang thought about it seriously and stood up slowly: "I also have a different point of view."
The classroom slowly calmed down, but there were still whispers around.
"After yesterday's disaster, a good friend of mine lost contact. I have been unable to contact her for almost 20 hours." Dong Qiangqiang's voice was not loud, but those whispers seemed like a master switch was suddenly turned off. There was no movement, and even the foreign boy who was crying just now stopped crying and stared at Dong Qiangqiang intently, waiting to hear what he would say next.
"I think the evaluation of the past actions of the United States should be put first. The first priority should be to mourn the victims and grieve for their deaths, rather than gloating about others' misfortunes." Dong Qiangqiang looked at the two figures on the blackboard. The English letter said categorically, "This should be the bottom line of our lives."
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