The artistic rebirth of engineering women

Chapter 153

Seeing her appearance which can be regarded as a matter of course, Yue Wenjing felt a little angry.She never expected that the gentle and virtuous elder sister in her inherent impression would have such words and deeds that make... the back molars itch.

"By the way, you should still call me 'Yu Qiao' in the future. After all, reincarnation is not something that outsiders can understand."

Yue asked Jing, "That's right." After thinking for a while, "But why not 'Sister Yu Qiao'?"

Zhou Yuqiao glanced at her: "Back then, you were only three years younger than me."

Without trying to understand the reason, she blinked and looked at her suspiciously.

At this moment, she directly gave her a rather blunt glance, and said: "When I was reincarnated, this body was in the third year of junior high school in country A. And you, with this body, you can't keep it for ten years. When you were reborn Shouldn't be more than six years old, right? Our actual ages are at least equal, and I'm being polite if I didn't call you 'sister'." On the other hand, he also used the phrase "I really asked you to call me 'sister'". He stared at her with full aura.

Hearing her thorough explanation, Yue Wenjing was a little embarrassed.

It turns out that Tan Wanze, who has always been dignified, virtuous, and thoughtful, cares about her age so much... It seems that no matter what kind of girls live to this age, they don't mind being called old...

Sure enough, as Zhou Yuqiao said, she stayed in Tanzhou for less than a week, then packed her bags and returned to country B.And Yue Wenjing also embarked on a journey to Penglai Prefecture.

Penglai Prefecture is one of the birthplaces of the renaissance of Chinese studies in recent years. So far, the whole city has a strong atmosphere of traditional culture.Coming out of the airport, Yue Wenjing had such an intuitive feeling.

The appearance of a city sometimes does not necessarily require you to stay here for ten and a half months, walk through its streets, alleys, scenic spots and scenery, and you can have a general impression of this with just one glance.

I like here.

With just one glance, such a voice sounded in her mind.

Tanzhou has always been famous for its high level of education, and so is Penglai.

Her previous thought was that the two could be compared through certain data, such as the score line of the college entrance examination, such as the overall quality of the students.Later, gradually, after getting in touch with and understanding Chinese culture, she realized that maybe two people with the same "high level of education" cannot be compared.

However, for the first time, she felt the gap between the two so directly.

In the disaster that Tanzhou suffered, although historical relics still remain, the foundation of culture can be said to have been cut off.The rise of its culture was mostly completed after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Therefore, most of its composition is a fusion of Western culture, with a strong sense of modernity.

As for Penglai, if you use one word to describe it, it is heavy.The rich cultural heritage has made the whole atmosphere of this city different.

This kind of difference is a kind of leisurely, elegant, quiet, and touch closer to the soul.

She is enjoying it.

After a not-so-short drive, she arrived at the destination of this trip——in front of Zhongyang Academy.

In the car, I watched the surrounding scenery change little by little, from skillful to natural, from refined to wild, and finally stopped at such a barren place.Its "desertness" does not mean how poor its furnishings are, but that the population here is indeed much rarer than when Fang came out of the airport.

Let's describe it this way, rather than saying this is an academy, Yue Wenjing feels that this is more like a country house.

The outside of the courtyard is only surrounded by a bamboo fence, so you can clearly see the situation inside.At this time, the children should be in class, and there were no scattered people who came out to move around in the open space, which seemed empty.

Push open the small door and walk in, wandering around casually.The deeper you go, the clearer the noise you hear.

So she ended her aimless wandering, followed the sound, and at last came to a house with open windows, in which voices could be heard quite clearly.

Looking in through the gap, Xu Xingzhi was sitting at the table farthest from the door, reading a book.And the students below... were in a mess.

The scene of "a group of demons dancing wildly" was simply beyond what Yue Wenjing, who came from a school within the system, could have imagined.This kind of classroom is the traditional private school education she has longed for?It's just... a mess.

The students in the hall hold different books in their hands, each of them doing their own thing.Although the sound of books was endless, she really could only use the word "chaotic" to describe this kind of class.This is much more chaotic than the "free reading of texts" in their classroom.At least, what they read is still the same.

In addition, there are some who seem to be chatting, and their high-spirited appearance clearly has no intention of concealing their voices; near her window, several people gather together and surround a table, from time to time He made a few cheers, probably playing some kind of game; there were also children chasing and playing around in the room...

However, the most unreasonable thing was sitting at the top. She had always thought that Mr. Xu Xingzhi was highly respected—in the face of such a messy class, he didn't even have the slightest intention to restrain them!On the contrary, I occasionally looked away from the book, looked at the children below who were doing their own things, and smiled.

Since elementary school, she and her classmates have been taught by the teacher to "listen carefully in class", "don't speak small words", "don't do petty tricks", and "don't leave your seat at will". The indoctrination was seriously challenged, and, from her point of view, she couldn't appreciate this kind of class at all!
Today, she has fully experienced what it feels like to be disillusioned.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a boy about six or seven years old put down his book, left his seat, and walked to Xu Xingzhi's desk.So he put aside what he was doing and watched with a smile.

After a while, the little boy spoke.

At first, he was a little cautious, just standing where he was.Gradually, his head began to shake slightly.He shook his head more and more, more and more, his demeanor and movements seemed more and more comfortable, and he began to walk around in small steps.Then, when he got to the place where he was emotionally excited, he actually started to dance with his hands and feet, as if he was insane.Finally, perhaps near the end, he fell silent again.Different from the previous constraints, this time, it was emotional precipitation.At this time, a bit of sadness appeared on his immature face.

At the end of this paragraph, the two seemed to be communicating with each other.However, the little boy spoke much more frequently than Mr. Xu.

It wasn't until they finished communicating and the little boy returned to his seat that Yue Wenjing regained his sanity.

If she was not mistaken, from the shape of his lips, she read that the song he recited just now should be "Caiwei".And she, who has been obsessed with him for so many years, can't integrate her emotions so vividly.

For the first time, Yue Wenjing felt a sense of awe.

(End of this chapter)