In the first class of the new semester, almost everyone is not used to it.
The one-hour class felt like it had never ended. Zhiyong whispered as if half of the classmates in the classroom had hemorrhoids and couldn't sit still.
After finally getting through the three classes in the morning, during lunch, Zhiyong and the other two said they had decisively given up on the career and planning classes in the afternoon.
As for the outcome of the bet, please entrust me to take a look at it. After all, I am the only person in dormitory 206 who does not miss classes.
Before nap, the alarm clock is set on the pager to ensure that no extra time is wasted in reaching the classroom.
Sure enough, when the school bell rang, I stepped into the classroom door with one foot.
The white-haired old man sitting in front of the lecture table raised his hand to hold his reading glasses with thick beer bottle bottoms, stared at me for a long time, stood up suddenly, put one hand behind his back, and shouted out loud: "What are you doing?
Will it come?"
The inexplicable behavior of the old Marxist-Leninist man made me at a loss. Just when my mind went blank, I saw Gu Long's novel on the podium behind him. I suddenly realized it and said casually: "Because you are here."
The old Marxist-Leninist imitated Ye Gucheng, and suddenly heaved a long sigh and said, "Why should I come? Why should you come?"
It seems that the old Marxist-Leninist has really sunk into the book. In this case, I can only continue to act with him.
I also sighed and said, "You shouldn't come. I don't have to come. It's a pity that we are all here now."
The old Marxist-Leninist man turned around and sat back on the podium, saying: "What a pity."
I walked into the classroom: "It's such a pity."
The old Marxist-Leninist man sighed again, picked up the textbook in his hand and turned it into a flying rainbow.
"A sword coming from the west will bring forth immortals from the sky."
I froze at the door of the classroom, looking at the empty classroom. I looked back at the corridor to make sure I was not in the wrong classroom.
"Don't look, you are the only classmate who comes to class. I know you, Qin Feng, who is brave enough to reward others, haha."
I didn't expect that the old Marxist-Leninist man actually knew my name, but when he mentioned being rewarded for bravery, his tone revealed deep disdain.
I walked into the classroom and walked to the last row as a habit.
"Just sit here. If you don't talk about the class content today, just make small talk. I'm happy to do this, and my salary will not be less. My classmates will always regret it in the future if they don't come to class."
The old Marxist-Leninist man pointed to the seats in the first row. I smiled helplessly and walked over to put down the textbook.
"Don't think that you will be admitted to university, wait for a few years to graduate, wait for job assignments and housing assignments, and then hold an iron rice bowl for the rest of your life. There will definitely be reforms in the future, and it won't be long. If you don't believe it, just wait and see.
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The old Marxist-Leninist man was indeed very knowledgeable and talked to me a lot about the future development direction of Chinese education.
It was clearly pointed out that the status of college students will change significantly in the future. Sure enough, within a few years the university ushered in the enrollment expansion reform. Of course, this is a story later.
In the first half of the class, the old Marxist-Leninist told me about future trends. I thought this was definitely a super high-standard planning course, better than anything in the book.
In the second half of the class, the old Marxist-Leninist man chatted with me about literary works, most of which were novels I had read, and occasionally I could answer a few questions.
After finishing the conversation about the novel, the old Marxist-Leninist changed the topic and talked about the I Ching and Kan Public Opinion, which he had recently begun to study.
The first sentence is that this thing is really elusive before a certain age. No wonder Einstein abandoned all subjects in his later years and began to study theology.
The old Marxist-Leninist man talked to me endlessly about the knowledge he had researched on the I Ching, and occasionally used the Feng Shui of the I Ching to elicit examples that were worthy of public opinion.
It can be seen that the old man of Marxism-Leninism is still very talented, at least he is more thorough than the fortune teller under the bridge in the square.
Just when the old Marxist-Leninist man was smug and proud, showing off the secrets of the Nine Palaces Chart to me, I casually added a few key knowledge points that he had not mentioned.
"You actually know this?"
The old man from Marxism-Leninism first asked doubtfully, and then his brows furrowed deeper and deeper. After thinking for a moment, he showed a suddenly enlightened expression and looked at me in surprise.
"Well, I understood it when I was six years old."
To tell the truth, when I was six years old, under the overbearing education of my grandfather, I could recite the compass backwards.
The simple knowledge mentioned by the old Marxist-Leninist man is probably what my grandfather taught me when I was four years old.
The old Marxist-Leninist man obviously didn't believe my answer until he tried to test me with a few questions that he didn't understand either.
"It's amazing! It's amazing! It's incredible. At such a young age, he has such accomplishments."
There was a certain reason why the old Marxist-Leninist man was so knowledgeable. At this time, he had already walked down from the podium and sat next to me, as if we were studying and researching together.
When the bell rang, the old Marxist-Leninist man looked outside the classroom door, as if he was reluctant to leave. He specifically reminded me that I must come on time for next week's class. He still had some questions that he needed to discuss with me.
After leaving the classroom door, the attitude of the old Marxist-Leninist toward me changed drastically. He no longer had a condescending attitude. In his words, there is no age of learning, and those who have mastered come first.
"Remember to come to class next week. In fact, I couldn't stand you people at that time. Are the awards for bravery given by the government casually? I am still old enough to know the tricks. Now it seems,
I wrongly blamed you, you are indeed a good boy! Goodbye!"
"Goodbye! Mr. Ma, uh, Teacher Fan!"
The old Marxist-Leninist man just smiled silently at my slip of the tongue. It seemed that he probably knew what his classmates usually called him.
Teachers with nicknames in college are more popular among students. Teachers who are called respectfully by classmates are not only unpopular, but also so strict that they make people panic.
"Fengzi is back, let's talk about it, who wins between me and Zhiyong?"
Zhang Feng, who was reading a magazine on the upper bunk, saw me walking into the dormitory and closed the book, eager to know the outcome of the bet.
"You barely win."
"Let me tell you, there are still many students who have not come to study reporting. Who would take this kind of course without taking an exam?"
Zhang Feng showed a proud smile and started ordering, not forgetting to laugh at Zhiyong for having gained so much fat and not having an IQ.
Zhiyong, who lost the bet, just said a few weak words to Zhang Feng, and then asked me how many of my classmates had gone to class, so that the loser could understand better.
I stretched out a finger and lay on the bed, thinking about the empty classroom. Fortunately, I went there, otherwise the old Marxist-Leninist would have been so embarrassed.
"Ten people? So few? There are more than a hundred people in our two classes together. This is a big course after all."
Zhiyong exclaimed in disbelief, and even Liu Yang and Zhang Feng felt that the small number of people was a bit incredible.
"Ten people are nothing! My brother is the only one in the whole classroom! Oh, and there is also the old Marxist-Leninist!"