When the school bell rang, a person walked in the front door of the classroom.
I saw that the man was dressed in black and white: a white sweater and black trousers, with short hair, and a few strands of hair on his forehead neatly tucked behind his ears, revealing his full forehead and soft face.
"Is this the history teacher transferred from Lingnuo Middle School you mentioned?" Geng Xinyu lightly tapped He Shiling's shoulder, "She looks very fresh and capable."
"Yes." He Shiling, who was sitting by the window, responded softly. She watched the man walk to the podium, put down his book, and looked around the classroom. The teacher seconded from Lingnuo Middle School was the first one.
,Teacher Tan Xiling.
I am used to seeing female teachers with long hair, and suddenly a female teacher with very short hair appears, and I suddenly feel heroic. This black and white classic outfit has a kind of beauty and wisdom that has been experienced over the years. This should be the so-called "intellectual"
"Beautiful" right?
"Good afternoon, classmates. Let's go to class." A perky mezzo-soprano sounded in the classroom.
"Stand up." "Hello, teacher." "Hello, classmates. Please sit down."
Amidst the sounds of people sitting down, He Shiling heard Ling Chu's muttering, "We are all high school students. This rule of standing up and saying hello is for elementary school students and junior high school students, okay."
"It makes sense." Geng Xinyu's laughter came from behind, "But there are no rules."
"This is another unique teacher." Wang Xiaoxiao muttered to the side, took the history textbook and spread it in front of him.
"I heard that the background is not small." Geng Xinyu smiled, took the history textbook and held it in front of him. I wonder what surprise this teacher will bring to them. He glanced at He Shiling who was sitting by the window.
Hopefully, she will not be "handpicked" again.
"I am Tan Xiling, your history teacher this semester." Tan Xiling took the chalk with a smile, turned sideways, and wrote the word "Tan" on the blackboard.
"Oh, Teacher Tan." "Tan from Tan Citong." "Celebrity." "Old Wen, have you retired?" "I guess, my hair is all white, so I guess you have retired." "This is Teacher Tan.
"Who is he?" "I don't know, I've never seen him before." "No, he must have just been transferred from somewhere."
There was a slight discussion in the classroom. In the discussion, the voices of Guo Wenwen and Wang Xinyi were mixed, "The teacher's hair is so short." "Looking from the back, he looks like a boy."
"This is called individuality, do you understand?" Ling Chu replied softly, "I like this teacher's hairstyle."
"Personality? Do you think it's similar to your hairstyle? Birds of a feather flock together." Wang Xinyi held the textbook in front of her and glanced back.
"Yes, these side-parted bangs look better than mine." Ling Chu said thoughtfully, "I want to make the front ones longer."
"You? Forget it, you have a round face, commonly known as a pie face," Wang Xinyi said with a smile, "Teacher has a standard oval face."
"Hey, how can you talk like this? I obviously have a peach face." Ling Chu gently poked Wang Xinyi's back from the corner of the textbook, "Besides, I will take action."
"What I said is the truth, and nothing can change the fact.
"However, Xin Yu can try this hairstyle." Guo Wenwen, who had been silent for a long time, sat sideways and looked in the direction of the podium, glanced back, covered her face with her hands, and whispered.
"Good advice." He Shiling, who was listening on the side, responded with a smile, but when she saw Tan Xiling looking here, she stopped spinning her pen and pointed in the direction of the podium, "Shh."
Wang Xinyi immediately turned her head, while Guo Wenwen was still sitting sideways and looking at the podium. Ling Chu sat up a little straighter and raised his head from the textbook.
"Yes, Tan Citong's Tan." Tan Xiling on the podium, "Since we are talking about Tan Citong, let's talk about this person."
"Let's chat, teacher?" Du Xiaofeng's voice came from the back of the classroom.
"Do you want to chat, teacher?" "Chatting, we like it best." Someone in the classroom echoed.
"Chat, every teacher who comes to Class 5 likes to chat before class." Tang Ji glanced at Ling Chuyang, then turned to Du Xiaofeng, "pp."
Du Xiaofeng looked at Tang Ji, "Huh?"
"This history teacher also likes to chat?" Tang Ji took the textbook and moved it to the left corner of the table.
"I don't know," Du Xiaofeng took the textbook and moved it to the right corner of the table, "I haven't seen it before, so I don't understand it."
"Oh." Tang Ji turned to look at Ling Chuyang, who was flipping through the history textbook with his head down.
"Yes, let's chat. Let's talk about Tan Ci and his people." Tan Xiling walked off the podium with a smile and walked next to Fang Di.
"Tan Ci is one of the Six Gentlemen of 1898." The classroom said in unison.
"Yeah. Very good. What else?" Tan Xiling nodded and continued to ask.
"A famous politician, thinker and reformist among the bourgeoisie of modern China."
"Well, good, continue." Tan Xiling nodded and walked to the middle of the classroom.
"Continue? What else is there?" "Is it possible to find out Tan Cuntong's birth date?" "Do you think you are a Bagua entertainment reporter?" "No. I'll just tell you."
There was a low murmur of discussion in the classroom.
"Tan Citong was born in 1865 and died in 1898 (the 24th year of Guangxu). His courtesy name was Fusheng and his nickname was Zhuangfei. He was a native of Liuyang, Hunan. He wrote "Renxue", which was the first philosophical work of the reformists and one of the most important works of modern China.
An important work in the history of thought."
There was a voice coming from the middle of the classroom, a slightly hoarse girl's voice.
"Whose voice is this? Did you really pick out the names of birth and death names?" Tang Ji followed the sound and saw that the history teacher also turned around and went back to find the source of the sound.
"In the early years in Hunan, he hosted the Current Affairs School, the Southern Society, the Hunan Newspaper, and advocated mining and railway construction. He was arrested at the Liuyang Guild Hall on September 24, 1989, and executed at the Caishikou execution ground outside Xuanwumen in Beijing on September 28.
He died heroically at the age of 33."
The voice continued to sound, and Tang Ji realized that it was Tan Lin. No, didn't Du Xiaofeng say that Tan Lin's historical performance was weak?
"Well, not bad, what else is there?" Tan Xiling walked to Tan Lin's seat.
"Tan Gong is determined to risk his life for the reform to awaken the indifferent citizens." Reforms in various countries are all caused by bloodshed. Today, China has not heard of anyone who shed blood due to the reform. This is why this country is not prosperous. If there is, please start from the same heir.
!' And then he died generously, which was tragic and shocking to the world." Tan Lin continued.
Tang Ji glanced at Ling Chuyang. Anecdotes about historical figures were his strength, "Is what she said right?"
"Yes." Ling Chuyang responded.
"pp, what's going on?" Tang Ji took the book and looked at Du Xiaofeng, "Is your information wrong?"
Du Xiaofeng blinked, glanced at Tang Ji, then looked at the left front of the classroom, lowered his head, took the book and leaned over, "Maybe."
"Before he went to justice, Mr. Tan once wrote a poem: Looking at the door and staying, he missed Zhang Jian, and endured death for a moment to wait for Du Gen. I smiled at the sky with my sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder." Another girl's voice came in the classroom.
There was a ringing sound, and it seemed to be Tan Lin's deskmate, Li Wenyue.
"Very good." Tan Xiling looked at the two people and nodded. "That's very good."
Among the compliments, there was Ling Chu's murmur: Didn't you say that Tan Lin's history score was poor? This is obviously very good, okay.
"Did we remember it wrong?" Geng Xinyu tapped He Shiling's shoulder.
"That's right." He Shiling responded and looked towards the middle of the classroom to see Tan Xiling with a smile on her face.
"Then how to explain it?" Geng Xinyu asked.
"Tan Lin, also named Tan." He Shiling laughed.
"Oh!" Geng Xinyu chuckled. The person with the same name naturally knew it well.
"Is that so?" Ling Chu blinked, "I thought Du Xiaofeng was wrong."
"You don't hold the same treasures as you did in the Ming Dynasty." Geng Xinyu said with a smile, "Don't turn around, or you will be spotted by the history teacher."
"Well, that makes sense." Ling Chu looked back at Geng Xinyu thoughtfully.
It turns out that this is the meeting of the three Tans!