Today is Friday. There are no classes for Fei Jingting, so he doesn't have to come to work. But yesterday, Ms. Liu sent a message, saying that all the teachers would come on Friday to discuss the mid-term spring outing.
When Yan's Girls' School did not have a middle school, there was a custom of spring outings, such as setting foot in the wilderness or boating on the river. Sometimes students were also organized to visit docks, textile factories and other places. Speaking of which, this was also the unwritten practice of Yan's Girls' School.
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Peng!
As soon as Fei Jingting entered the door, he heard Fan Xuexuu slam the table and said angrily: "It's so shameless! It's so shameless!"
Teacher Yan asked from the side: "Teacher Fan, what makes you so angry?"
Fan Xuexiu said: "What else can we do? Yesterday at the Paris Peace Conference, the British informed us that they wanted to transfer the rights of Jiao'ao to Japan! It is really unreasonable! Our country is also an Allied power, why is it that we are also a victorious country, but our rights are transferred to Japan?
Transfer it to the Japanese?"
Teacher Yan was shocked and asked: "Teacher Fan, where did you get the news?"
Fan Xuexiu slapped the newspaper on the table and said: "The Evening News reprinted the Capital Morning News, look here, Lin Zongmeng's "Diplomatic Alert to the People of the Country", every word is crying!"
Teacher Yan hurriedly opened the newspaper and watched. Fei Jingting walked to his seat and took a quick glance, but saw that the line of writing was particularly conspicuous: "Jiaozhou will perish! Qilu will perish! The country will no longer be a country!"
Teacher Yan was still young and very emotional. He burst into tears as he looked at it. He shouted in pain: "Why are the great powers treating our country like this?"
The painful shouts echoed in the office. The vast majority of Japanese female teachers were silent in response. Their positions were determined by their identities. Seeing the pain of their Chinese colleagues, they could only remain silent and did not speak.
Sano Reiko also lowered her head and said nothing.
As the footsteps approached, Ms. Liu walked in and said, "Now that everyone is here, let's discuss the spring outing."
"Principal Liu, I think it's better to put the spring outing on hold." Fei Jingting said, "I'm afraid things may change."
"Um?"
Teacher Yan, with red eyes, handed the newspaper to Ms. Liu: "Sister-in-law, Jiao'ao is gone!"
Ms. Liu frowned immediately, took the newspaper and glanced at it a few times. She was a little older, relatively calm, and her body was slightly swaying, but in the end she was steady and did not lose her composure.
After thinking for a moment, she said: "The spring outing will be postponed until later... Teachers, I am afraid that the students are a little restless, so I ask you to work together to take good care of these children."
"Don't worry, principal!"
"As it should be!"
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Peiyang University.
Professor Qian dropped the chalk and walked straight down the platform. He stopped in the aisle of the third row and stretched out his hand to a male student: "Bring it here!"
"professor?"
"Bring it here!" Professor Qian said angrily: "I have said a long time ago that reading materials that are not related to the course are not allowed in my class. I remember you, you were the one who read the serialized novel in the Evening News last time."
"Professor, I..."
"Stand still and reflect on yourself!" Professor Qian walked to the podium holding the newspaper and said as he walked: "Why should our huge country be slaughtered by others? There is nothing more than two words, industry! Why are the Western powers considered great powers? Or two
The word, industry! Without industry, the country cannot be strong; without industry, the people cannot be rich.
All students are the hope of the country's future, how can you waste your precious time on reading books to pass the time?"
The boy finally couldn't help it and shouted: "Professor, I didn't read the novel! Please take a look at the front page!"
Professor Qian was a little surprised. He was famous for his stubborn temper. Not to mention the students, even the heads of the Ministry of Education would shy away from him. How could a student who made a mistake have such confidence?
Professor Qian unfolded the newspaper, glanced at it briefly, and then looked up at the boy in shock.
The boy cried: "Professor... Jiao'ao... gone!"
The classroom suddenly became buzzing, with students whispering to each other and discussing what that sentence meant.
Professor Qian ignored it and read the front page carefully.
After reading, Professor Qian put down the newspaper, took off his glasses and wiped them. Putting them back on, he walked up to the podium, picked up the blackboard eraser and tapped it a few times, and the class gradually became quiet.
"Students, I always said before that I want you to learn more knowledge and participate less in shabby politics, because our country has no shortage of political speculators.
Now, I must apologize to you. I was wrong! If this group of shameless people are allowed to control state affairs, China will fall apart sooner or later!
We, including myself, have always had illusions about the Western powers, believing that once the war is over, they will act righteously and uphold justice.
But now, we have been betrayed by those politicians talking loudly in the Palace of Versailles.
Betrayed by the European powers who were dividing the spoils of war around the world.
But our government wants to sign this treaty that is humiliating and humiliating the country!
Classmates, if we don’t stand up now, there will no longer be China!”
The boy who was forced to stand with red eyes shouted: "Fight to the death and give me back Jiao'ao!"
"Fight to the death and give me back Jiao'ao!"
"Fight to the death and give me back Jiao'ao!"
The shouts turned into huge waves, spreading from the classroom and sweeping across the entire campus in an instant.
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street.
A handsome young man in a Japanese school uniform stood on a stool, raised the rolled newspaper in his hand and shouted: "Compatriots, this is fairness and justice for Wilson and his ilk!"
He had just returned from Japan and had been admitted to Beichen University. Who would have thought that in just a short period of time, the Paris Peace Conference would be turned upside down, and Britain and France colluded to sell China to the Japanese!
With grief and anger in his heart, he looked at the indignant classmates in front of him and more Chinese people with numb faces, and shouted loudly: "Compatriots, the great powers betrayed us in Paris! They betrayed China, betrayed 40 million Chinese
Man! betrayed justice and justice!
The Beiyang government can't understand such a clear fact! How can the Beiyang government tolerate such a straightforward humiliation! If they dare to advocate signing, then they are not our government!"
"Senior is right!"
"Refuse to sign, protect me in Jiao'ao!"
"Refuse to sign, protect me in Jiao'ao!"
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Girls' school, middle school.
The bell rang during recess, and the female students walked out of the classroom chattering.
Bian Wenjie, who was like a star holding the moon, caught sight of Fei Jingting standing on the playground.
"Teacher Fei!" she greeted, raising her arms high, and ran over at a trot.
When she came closer, she lost her usual smile and said seriously: "Teacher Fei, do you already know?"
Fei Jingting nodded.
She then said: "I have discussed it with my classmates. If Beiyang really dares to sign, we will go to a demonstration!" After a pause, she raised her eyes and glanced at Fei Jingting: "Teacher Fei, you won't stop us.
Bar?"
Fei Jingting smiled: "No, I support you."
"Ah?" There was a slight surprise, but Bian Wenjie quickly smiled and said: "I knew Teacher Fei would support us."
Fei Jingting has long forgotten all the specific details of this movement, and he doesn't know how many people were murdered this time. But in Jinmen, Fei Jingting is confident that he can protect these young people through Yang Jinglin.
But students who are passionate about this country.
Fei Jingting said confidently: "Oh, as long as you don't break into the Japanese concession, you will be fine."
In the evening, Fei Jingting returned home first, and Fu Yunzhao had already bought food in advance.
This clever little guy has recently learned this trick. He pays for the food in advance and then secretly earns some of the difference when he pays the bill later.
Fei Jingting was teasing her intentionally at first, but then thinking of the little girl's pitiful life experience, he let it go and ignored her.
Today's dinner is a little simple, just donkey meat stuffed with minced meat and grilled.
Fu Yunzhao ate with big mouthfuls and said vaguely: "Brother Jingting, I saw a lot of people gathering on the street today. What are they going to do?"
"March, protest, demonstrate."
"ha?"
"To put it simply, they are dissatisfied with some of Beiyang's measures, so everyone took to the streets to fully express their voices."
Fu Yunzhao didn't know much about this and asked: "Will the court listen?"
"Huh... I guess so." Fei Jingting vaguely remembered that in the end Beiyang was divided internally, so he refused to sign at the Paris Peace Conference and fired a few guys.
As for the future, the weapon of criticism cannot withstand the criticism of the weapon, so let’s not mention it.
After dinner, Fei Jingting stood up and said, "You clean up today, I have something else to do in the evening."
"Oh, I know."
Fei Jingting rode his bicycle to Yang Jinglin's apartment in the French Concession.
At night, Yang Jinglin frowned and entered the bungalow.
The fourth aunt hurriedly came over, took off Yang Jinglin's coat, looked at his words and said, "Master, are you worried about anything today?"
"You don't understand the things above." Yang Jinglin said angrily: "Suppression, suppression. What kind of suppression can I do to give birth to a son without an asshole?
?The Jinmen patrol police, young and old, are clamoring to lose their power and humiliate the country. Without the patrol police, what can I do to suppress them?"
"Master, don't be angry, things..."
"Don't get involved in this nonsense! Tell your family these days not to go out on the streets if nothing happens. I think there will be trouble soon."
"Why."
Yang Jinglin took off his belt and threw it on the ground, then walked up the stairs.
"Master, don't you want to eat anymore?"
"You guys go ahead and eat, I'm too bored to be in the mood to eat."
Yang Jinglin went up to the second floor, walked straight to the innermost study room, unscrewed the door handle and pushed the door in. He saw someone sitting on the chair with his back to him.
Yang Jinglin instinctively touched his waist, but remembered that he had just given the firearm to his fourth concubine for safekeeping.
At this time, he saw the seat turning, and a face that he would never forget said with a smile: "Director Yang, long time no see."
"Mr. Fei? Why are you here?"
Fei Jingting smiled and said: "Of course I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. This time... I came to ask Director Yang for something."
"Hey, you are a wise man. It's too late for me to fawn over you. Just asking me to beg you is going too far. If you have anything to do, just ask me."
While talking, Yang Jinglin hurriedly went over to pour water for Fei Jingting.