not good, immortal

Chapter 79 Only Two Thousand Years?

"Just call me Xiaohe."

Bai Ning's eyes moved slightly, and he nodded slightly.

Feng He got out of the car as she said, and rejected Bai Ning's hand that came to help her carry the bag.

Standing in front of the huge school gate, she looked up at the few Greek letters above, as if... Thucydides?
On the side, Bai Ning looked at the girl calmly.

Feng He has a natural sense of admiration for things like "school", so he wears overalls that he managed to find, with a white shirt inside, and a pair of newly bought sneakers, wrapped tightly from top to bottom Reality.

Only the bottom of the trousers reveals her exquisite and slender ankles.

There was some appreciation in Bai Ning's eyes, and he thought that the boss's vision was not bad.

Judging from Miss Feng's quality, Qiao Zhenzhen's tutoring is really good.

She happily brought Fenghe to the Academic Affairs Office of the Preparatory Department, and completed the admission procedures owed before, and the two were led to the classroom together by the smiling logistics teacher.

Different from the Greek-style school gate, the main body of the preparatory department is a Spanish-style courtyard, which is square and square. At the end, it is connected to a Roman-style building, which is said to be rebuilt from a century-old church.

Fortunately, the designer of the building has good money and good taste. Along the way, the corridor is paved with interlaced black and white stone bricks, which is simple yet elegant, and the combination with these buildings of different styles does not make people feel too complicated.

Feng He had never seen these before, and felt a little excited as if watching the exhibition of all nations.

"Feng... classmate, this is it." The academic affairs teacher led her to a door.

It was getting late, close to half past eight.

The curved amphitheater was well decorated, and even had a Romanesque vault above it.

The circles of solid wood tables and chairs were carefully carved with flowers, and the style was in line with the European and American classic atmosphere of that week.

Each seat is equipped with various data interfaces and microphones, and in front of it is a whiteboard and a large screen, on which someone is debugging something.

The only thing that is not quite right is the students.

There were not many people, and the seats were sparse. The girls gathered together and talked happily, and some boys slept on the table.

Feng He frowned.

"We teach in small classes. Even if we take a big class, there won't be many students." The teacher quickly explained, "Students are also screened, and the quality is very high. department……"

She uttered a name that made people resonate, and that university was indeed ranked very high on the QS.

Feng He naturally didn't know.

Bai Ning raised her eyebrows at the side, and she heard a feeling that there is no silver three hundred taels here.

But she checked the information before, and this school is indeed a branch of that university.

This preparatory department has also implemented the so-called "Talent Plan", which is designed to train language and general education for some special students. Some of them will pass the foreign college entrance examination and enter the department after a year, and the other part may stay in Xinhai. branch school.

As for the entry threshold, one is money, and the other is various out-of-the-ordinary to bizarre quality education programs, such as sailing, skiing, equestrian and the like...well, money.

She watched yesterday's live broadcast, and ordered a copy of "Wang Fanzhi Poetry Annotation" online before it sold out.

In Bai Ning's opinion, being able to casually utter such out-of-the-ordinary poems and not being timid when asked questions, Miss Zhenzhen should have a good literary quality.

And when she read the English document just now, she didn't frown much...

Why do you want to squeeze this track with these rich kids?
Is it bad at math?
Forget it, the boss didn't pay her to work as an invigilator here.

Bai Ning said, "Xiaohe, is there anything else I need here?"

The teacher of academic affairs also quickly answered: "It's okay, if you need anything, just contact our academic affairs department."

Feng He glanced at her, she felt that the teacher's attitude was a bit too attentive, but she couldn't say anything, so she could only turn to Bai Ning: "Thank you, Teacher Bai, you can go back first."

Originally, Bai Ning wanted Feng He to call her by her name directly, but he glanced at the teaching affairs officer who was lingering beside him, unwilling to leave, and said, "Okay, then you go to class first."

"Ah."

Feng He carried the bag, entered the classroom and looked around, and saw that the seats in the back row were full, but the front row was empty, so An Ran took a seat in the front row, took out the textbooks and tablet that he had prepared, and spoke to the students who were about to come. I have some expectations for my lectures.

Bai Ning stood outside the door for a while.

Seeing the academic teacher take a picture of Fenghe with her mobile phone, she said, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm just recording attendance." The academic administrator frantically put away her mobile phone. She didn't know who this "Teacher Bai" was, so she could only choose to retreat under the direct gaze.

Class music is playing.

A foreigner with a big beard came from the corridor with two assistants. This person looked familiar.

Seeing him go in, Bai Ning turned and left.

The man put the handbag heavily on the podium, and the classroom stopped making noise.

In the silence, the two assistants started to help him turn on the multimedia equipment, put the books in front of him, and even put a microphone on his head.

This treatment is like an emperor.

Feng He was very curious, it was the first time he came into close contact with a "foreigner", and stared at the bearded teacher seriously for a long time.

Gray brown hair, brown eyes, pale red skin, a little long face, deeper eyebrows and eyes than Chinese people, and a bloated figure probably because of old age.

Like a Garfield.

Then she looked down at her textbook again.

History of Chinese civilization?
She didn't understand why a foreigner was teaching the class.

But it doesn't matter, it is always very happy to have access to knowledge.

The assistants finished the preparations before the class, and one of them took the microphone on the podium and said:
"Good morning, everyone. The general education course of Thucydides College this semester, the history of Chinese civilization in the general history of the world, has the honor to invite the famous historian Dr. George Rogue to teach you. We welcome Professor Rogue with applause. .”

The students clapped obediently, and some troublemakers whistled twice.

Feng He frowned, this was not the classroom etiquette she was familiar with, but after all, she followed the crowd and applauded.

The assistant who spoke left the classroom, and the bearded teacher Garfield slowly stood in front of the stage and spoke in not-so-fluent Chinese.

"I am very interested in Chinese culture. As we all know, Huaxia has a history of more than [-] years. Of course, I am willing to believe that the history of Huaxia may be [-] years."

He didn't use honorifics, and even thought he was making a joke.

"Only two thousand years? Isn't our Huaxia five thousand years?"

"That's right, it's two or three thousand years old even if it's rounded."

"It can't be that our previous teacher taught us wrong, right?"

The students behind began to discuss something in a small range.

Of course, Rogge didn't care what these students from Huaxia thought, and continued: "But in the eyes of those who study history, we must have corresponding archaeological evidence before we can identify history.

"Although your legends about the Three Emperors and Five Emperors in China are indeed very interesting. I have to say that your ancients are really wise and able to make up such myths...

"In short, as recognized by our archaeological community all over the world, the history of your Huaxia Kingdom is about two thousand years old."

After Rogge finished speaking, he looked at the unconvinced students in the audience, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This is a scene that repeats every year.

He wasn't afraid to argue with people.

But I heard that the sons and young ladies of Huaxia Kingdom all entered school by virtue of their special skills. Would anyone still study history?
No matter what happened before, after a semester of study, they will of course think that their country's history is more than two thousand years old.

That's it.

He cleared his throat and was about to start teaching.

A slender white hand was raised in front of him.

"Wait a moment."

(End of this chapter)