He Xie was stunned. He didn't expect that the teacher would call his name to answer the question. When he saw the teacher's kind and encouraging eyes, he suddenly understood.
During his thirty-five years as emperor, He Xie had to fight against ministers, factory guards, and rioters. He had already developed a pair of eyes that could see people's hearts and a careful and sensitive mind.
It seems like the teacher is just asking questions and the students are answering, but in fact, the teacher knows that Yuan Hua loves to express himself, and the course has been previewed in advance. For Yuan Hua to answer such a simple question, firstly, it satisfies Yuan Hua's desire for expression, and secondly,
Here he can take the opportunity to praise Yuan Hua.
This Teacher Wang is greedy for cheap, accepts gifts from students, is snobbish, and loves to verbally insult or physically punish students. But he is not that bad. At least he still teaches diligently and responsibly. In the original plot, he once took action against the gangsters.
He saved Charlotte and Ma Dongmei by hand, which shows that there is still a bottom line.
These thoughts flashed through He Xie's mind. He pondered slightly and smiled casually.
Thirty-five years of hard work to save the world has really made him work hard. Since he has come to this welfare plane, he can put everything aside and enjoy it with peace of mind!
""Remembering the King"..." He Xie quickly remembered the source of the words that Teacher Wang had recited before.
"This poem comes from the hand of Xie Renbo of the Song Dynasty. It was written in memory of Huizong. He was a person from Shangcai. He was a Jinshi in the fourth year of Shaosheng. In the year of Jingkang, he served as an official to the Ministry of Civil Affairs and was responsible for admonishing the officials. After the Jingkang Revolution,
Because of his meritorious service in supporting Emperor Gaozong, he was promoted to the imperial minister Longtuge and the magistrate of Taizhou, Zhejiang. Although he served for half a year, he was a smart official and had outstanding political achievements, so he was considered a capable minister."
When He Xie was commenting, he subconsciously used the tone of commenting on his ministers when he was an emperor, which made the teachers and students in the classroom stunned!
Immediately, the whole room burst into laughter!
He Xie frowned: "Are my words ridiculous?"
The atmosphere became quiet, and then the laughter became even louder!
The students naturally didn't know that even ordinary university professors couldn't answer He Xie's words. They just thought He Xie was being funny and deliberately answered questions in classical Chinese with an old-fashioned tone.
Not only that, some students laughed and shouted: "The Emperor is wrong! This word was written by the Xie Ke family, not by Xie Renbo!"
But Teacher Wang’s face was full of surprise at this moment, even a little dumbfounded!
He only knew some basic information about the lyricist. He didn't expect that his student would actually tell the author's life and even what officials he had held. And unlike the student, he could see that He Xie had commented on the lyricist before.
At that time, the momentum and tone of scolding Fang Qiu were full of majesty.
"Children from official families are just different..." Teacher Wang muttered in his heart, knocked on the table hard, and shouted: "Quiet! Quiet! Who told you that classmate Yuan Hua said it wrong? Xie Ke's family name is Ren Bo, Yuan
Classmate Hua said that Xie Renbo is absolutely right!"
The students suddenly became quiet and looked at Yuan Hua with some surprise.
Teacher Wang pointed at the other students angrily: "We are all classmates in the same class. Classmate Yuan Hua spoke a little more deeply, and you all couldn't understand it! There is such a big gap, and I feel ashamed for you! Here I am
We must praise classmate Yuan Hua..."
Teacher Wang began to praise Yuan Hua in terms of family background, IQ, appearance and talent. His words were full of admiration and gratification. Even the last sentence "I" was evaluated by him as humorous, lively and lively...
In short, if the father is an official and the child studies well, everything he does is right, especially since the Yuan Hua family gave Mr. Wang a TV set, which is even more right.
After He Xie finished speaking, he realized that there was something wrong with the way he spoke. This is modern times, not the Ming Dynasty.
He couldn't help but shake his head. Speaking of which, he had lived in modern times for more than twenty years, but he had lived in Ming Dynasty for thirty-five years. It was hard to say where he had a greater sense of belonging.
It seems that he still needs to correct himself in the future, otherwise he will easily become out of tune, which is not in line with his original intention.
Teacher Wang praised He Xie for five minutes but still had more to say. Just when he was about to continue praising him, suddenly the door was knocked open with a bang, startling him, and all the students' eyes were instantly attracted.
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The man was wearing a white shirt with only half of the buttons on, his chest exposed, his hair wet, and trousers and leather shoes. If his face hadn't looked a little green, with this outfit, he would definitely be considered a
Social people.
The person coming is none other than Charlotte, the protagonist of this plane!
At this moment, Charlotte was looking at everything in the classroom blankly, looking in a daze.
"It seems that he just traveled through time..." He Xie looked at this son of the plane, thoughtfully.
Teacher Wang was interrupted and was very dissatisfied: "Where is your mother? Don't I let you call your mother here? Get out!"
Charlotte took a breath: "Fuck..."
"No, what are you talking about?" Teacher Wang stared in disbelief.
The students snickered, and He Xie couldn't help but smile. Watching through the screen and experiencing the scene in person are definitely two completely different experiences.
"Yuan Hua, how could Charlotte say bad words?" Qiu Ya suddenly pulled He Xie's sleeves, covering her mouth and laughing in a low voice.
He Xie turned around and saw the girl looking at him with a smile on her face.
Does this count as being hit on?
He Xie had a novel experience, but he was really not interested in Qiu Ya. He smiled faintly and turned back to look at Charlotte.
Qiu Ya's expression suddenly froze, a little embarrassed, and a strange look flashed in her eyes.
"What...is going on?" Charlotte was still confused and looked around. When he looked at He Xie, his eyes paused.
"Oh, I'll go!" Teacher Wang sneered, "Is this amnesia? Classmate Charlotte? Do you still remember your last name?"
The classmates burst into laughter.
Charlotte looked down at her clothes, with a hint of surprise in her eyes: "It was a dream, when did I fall asleep?"
boom!
Teacher Wang slapped the table: "Charlotte, let me tell you, don't pretend to be here! We don't have time to talk nonsense with you, so hurry up and find your mother!"
At this moment, Charlotte realized that he was dreaming. He smiled disdainfully at Teacher Wang and walked towards the classroom, stroking the rows of desks with his hands and glancing at the young faces of his classmates.
"It's so lifelike!" he admired sincerely.
When he walked to He Xie, Charlotte suddenly stood still, pointed at He Xie and said: "You said in my dream, how could your eyes be so annoying? Hey, what are you pretending to me in my dream?
Ah, pretending?"
With that said, Charlotte slapped He Xie on the head.
He Xie grabbed Charlotte's hand.
"Huh?" Charlotte glared, "How dare you fight back? Do you believe it's not against the law if I stab you to death?"
"Charlotte, what are you doing!" Qiu Ya suddenly stood up and shouted loudly.
"Qiu Ya..." Charlotte's eyes immediately lit up, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch Qiu Ya's face.
He Xie shook his head and used a gentle force with his hands. Charlotte was suddenly pushed and staggered a few steps. He hit the table and chair behind him with a loud noise and almost fell down.
"Oh shit!" Charlotte grinned and yelled in grief and anger, "Why the hell did I let you bully me in my dream? Yuan Hua, you uncle!"
