Operation?
Operation.
Operation!
Song Chunlin murmured softly, and through the swirling lenses, he seemed to see a black hole in his eyes, deep and far away, but more of a confusion.
Qin Wanli also seemed to have eaten a fly. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his throat rolled up and down, and his stomach churned.
No matter which era, homework has always been a nightmare for Chinese students. It has a long history through ancient and modern times.
Ever since I was little, I have been unable to escape.
As small as 1+2=3, as large as a graduation thesis spanning several years, homework always accompanies us as we grow.
Now seeing the honor of the two students, Xu San knew that they must not have completed their homework.
It’s not that they are lazy and don’t write, but the more likely reason is that they don’t know how to write. High school is not a private school. They have to learn a lot of things, such as mathematics, physics and chemistry, and there may not be anyone around to help them.
Xu San smacked his lips, pulled up a chair, poured himself a cup of tea, and then looked at the two students who were not doing their job with interest.
If you haven’t done your homework, then you haven’t done it, but it’s not right for you to spend your parents’ money on drinking.
Forget it, aren't all the rich second generations like this? Xu San is not their parent, so of course he can't control it.
But one thing worried him.
In November 1937, Taiyuan fell and the Taiyuan Defense War ended.
Xu San, who understands history, certainly knows what Taiyuan will be like after that.
Although schools under this background can be opened, it is hard to imagine what they will teach.
There is definitely no patriotic education, and brainwashing education should be essential.
As for the high school, it was still named Heyuan. Xu San was probably run by the Japanese to train traitors.
I sighed softly in my heart, just hoping that these students still have conscience in their hearts.
After drinking a glass of water, Xu San said in Japanese: "What homework did the teacher leave during this winter vacation?"
The sudden Japanese language confused everyone in the room, including Sister Hua and Xiaohong.
The room was quiet for a while before Song Chunlin said, "Are you a traitor?"
"Yes!" Xu San replied with a smile, and lifted up his clothes to reveal his gun, but in his heart he was complaining that this Song Chunlin was making a fuss. How could the labor and management know Japanese and become a traitor?
But think about it, these days, there are indeed a lot of traitor translators, at least in TV dramas.
Seeing the gun again, Song Chunlin had a scared expression on his face.
But Xu San also showed determination and struggle on his face. At the same time, his eyes when looking at Sister Hua and Xiaohong also showed disgust. It seemed that Sister Hua was also included in Xu San's category.
Fortunately, I still have a conscience and have not been brainwashed.
"Don't you understand what I just said?" Xu San asked grimly.
"I don't understand. I just know that Sensen means teacher." Song Chunlin said firmly, determined not to associate with traitors.
Shaking his clothes and covering his gun, he asked, "Why don't you learn Japanese?"
"Hmph!" Song Chunlin snorted coldly and rolled his eyes at Xu San, meaning, this is not obvious, only traitors learn Japanese.
When Xu San saw this honor, he cursed in his heart, sb, why don't you learn it when you have the chance? Don't you know that one more skill and one more path?
"Okay, don't study if you don't want to study. I just asked you what homework you left for the winter vacation?" Xu San continued the topic.
"Are you in charge? You are not my teacher." Song Chunlin's tone was unkind, rather like a child's mischievous tone.
Xu San turned to Qin Wanli and said, "You, Mr. Qin, have you finished your homework?"
"Why do you ask?"
Xu San made a serious face and tried to imitate the appearance of a high school teacher: "Idle time is idle, I will check your homework."
"Check? You? Have you ever been to school?" Qin Wanli looked at Xu San's shaved head and open-fronted black short coat. He looked like a traitor no matter what. Is this kind of person worthy of going to school?
"Why, you are looking down on people, right? Although my school is not well-known, it is not a problem to help you with your homework." Xu San said confidently, and then showed the gun again.
Qin Wanli felt miserable and thought to himself, I have provoked someone.
I just brought my classmates here to have a drink, why did I bump into such a plague god?
Usually those who come to this place to rob girls are either competing for wealth or talent.
You're Qiu Ba, you're unreasonable and you don't mind being arrogant. Why are you still checking your homework?
This is really a scholar who meets a soldier, and only after completing his homework can he tell the truth.
Qin Wanli lost his arrogance at this time, but there was still a bit of dissatisfaction on his face: "No! It's not like we are both mentally ill. We are drinking wine and doing our homework."
"That...that...I brought it with me." Song Chunlin said softly.
I originally wanted to tease these two students and scare them away, but I didn't expect that this Song Chunlin actually came with homework. Did you expect Sister Hua to do it?
"Since you brought it, let's take a look." Xu San said bravely. He had forgotten almost all high school mathematics, physics and chemistry. Otherwise, he would be embarrassed.
After thinking about it, it is not shameful for labor and management to act as traitors anyway, and it is even less shameful to pretend to understand when they don't understand.
Song Chunlin seemed to struggle in his heart, and then took out a paper from his school bag.
At this time, he was angry. Although the bald man in front of him looked fierce, what he said should not be groundless, because he knew how difficult it is to learn a foreign language fluently, so he took out the most troublesome thing for him. Mathematics, so as to give this traitor a blow.
School bags, papers!
What I miss so much.
Xu San could only remember his lost youth in his heart.
The paper was incomplete, only one page, printed with ink and handwritten, but looking at the neat fonts, Xu San couldn't help but sigh, the teacher who produced the paper was very attentive.
Looking at the paper in his hand, Xu San raised the corners of his mouth, "Is the teacher who teaches you mathematics a Chinese?"
"right."
"He teaches in a school run by Japanese people. Is he also a traitor?"
Xu San's words touched Song Chunlin's sensitive nerve, so he roared angrily, "No!"
"Really?" Xu San's expression was contemptuous, with a hint of disbelief in his tone.
Song Chunlin still wanted to argue, but Qin Wanli covered his mouth, pulled him aside, and then said: "Don't you want to check your homework? Why don't you check it? I think you can't do it? If you can't, just leave quickly. Don't be an eyesore here and affect our two brothers' mood."
Xu Sanyi smiled, knowing it well.
Yes, there are still many people fighting in their own way in the occupied areas.
Just like this teacher who teaches in a Japanese school.
At this moment, Xu San felt a little lonely in his heart, and then he lowered his head and looked at the paper seriously.
The question was not difficult, but for him, if he tried to think back, he could still solve it. Looking at the paper, Xu San seemed to be back in high school, before the college entrance examination.
I asked for scratch paper and a pen, and Xu San started to calculate on it. Seeing this, two students also came over to watch Xu San's calculation.
After watching it for a while, I was attracted, because Xu San only hesitated for a while at the beginning, and then the next calculation steps were all correct, and his thinking was concise and clear.
Xu San handed over the calculation paper and paper, then pointed at the paper and said, "This trigonometric function is wrong." Then he explained the solution to the problem.
Although they didn't like Xu San, Song Chunlin and Qin Wanli still listened carefully.
After giving a general lecture, Xu San put the paper on the table, "There should be more papers, right? You don't need to give them to me in liberal arts. By the way, I can also tutor you in Japanese."
