Lao Tzu is a toad

Chapter 16 The Illiterate Slap in the Face

Luo He looked at the speechless young man, sneered in his heart, his face was still calm, turned his head to look at Mu Hongli, and said: "Mu Hongli, before this student leaves the classroom, you will explain this paragraph The classic quote from "War and Peace."

Mu Hongli read it in Russian and translated: "Everyone has flaws, just like an apple bitten by God. Some people have more flaws, precisely because God likes their fragrance so much."

"Very good." Luo He nodded with a smile, turned his head to look at Zhao Jiadi again, and said expressionlessly: "Then, please leave the classroom next, so as not to delay our class."

This time Luo He used Chinese because he was afraid that this weak rival in love could not understand Russian.

Zhao Jiadi didn't immediately pay attention to Luo He, who had won the battle, but looked at Mu Hongli with a complicated expression, hesitated and said, "I came to know what Russian system Mu Hongli is learning, and I will listen to the class quietly. It means interrupting the progress of the class."

Luo He frowned, half-believing and half-doubting: "Do you know Mu Hongli?"

Zhao Jiadi nodded.

Luo He, who realized that he had asked a very idiotic question, turned to Mu Hongli, and said confidently, "Mu Hongli, do you know this classmate?"

Sure enough, Mu Hongli shook her head.

Zhao Jia smiled wryly for the first time. It seemed that he had been slapped loudly in the face. He still ignored Luo He, looked at Mu Hongli, and hoped that she would say a word. No matter whether the final result was miserable or not, he pulled away without thinking. The pursuit of the prologue came to an end so quickly and gloomyly. The funniest thing is that it was just a one-man show from beginning to end, even if the heroine didn’t even offer cynicism or small comfort. This kind of ending is not only tragic, but black humorous. Zhao Jiadi, who had been played hard, told himself that he would never fall at the same place again in his life, so he chose to continue staring at Mu Hongli, but the miracle didn't happen, she still didn't say a word, and turned her head Buried in the anthology of court poets.

He didn't blame her for being reserved, or for refusing his pursuit, but he felt that a woman, at certain times, would be very moving if she showed mercy innocuously.

What a disappointment.

Zhao Jiadi took a deep breath and sneered, "I don't know spoken English, I don't understand a single word."

He got up suddenly, without the slightest sloppy, but instead of leaving the classroom straight away, he walked to the big blackboard composed of four small blackboards, erased all the things written by Luo He, picked up a piece of chalk, and stood dumbfounded in the whole classroom. He began to write in Russian, and his fluency was far better than that of Luo He, who had been in contact with Russian for six or seven years. He is such a man precisely because only the German is confident in an abstract idea—science, the false knowledge of absolute truth. The Frenchman is confident because he thinks that he is intellectually and physically equal to man and woman. , is equally irresistibly charming. The Englishman is self-assured, based on the fact that he is the most organized people in the world... The German self-assurance, is the worst, the most obstinate and most annoying, because he Thinking that he himself knows the truth, the science, which he himself invented, but which appears to him to be the absolute truth."

Eloquent, without stagnation, in one go.

This wonderful passage happened to come from "War and Peace". Many students who had this famous book in hand were frantically flipping through the pages of the book, trying to find any mistakes, but regrettably found that there were no holes in his writing.

Then this Russian layman who couldn't even pronounce a single word, didn't give the "audience" a chance to breathe at all. He glanced at the "Abalkin Economics Collected Works" on the desk. , that was originally the reading that Luo He deliberately recommended to Mu Hongli. He pushed up the blackboard full of Russian, pulled down the second blackboard, took three pieces of chalk with his left hand, and started a new round. Visual bombing, "The two characters I want to compare are Rousseau and Napoleon. Compare whose life has a greater impact on social development, human civilization, and even the entire 19th century. We tend to describe history vividly Events and major battles, so the latter historical figure is more consistently preferred. But if we delve into the development of all 19th century historical events from the French Revolution onwards, we may completely change our views...perhaps, as we It is even dangerous to try to find the same form of economic life and management among the various republics of such a large country with such a complex national composition."

This time, the number of words is much higher than that of the first paragraph, about two to three thousand words. The remaining three blackboards are only left blank, and all of them are filled with the most standard, beautiful and proficient Russian words. Among the terribly shocked audience, only Luo He barely recognized the obscure technical terminology as a long and classic passage in "Albakin Economics Collection".

Mu Hongli bit her lips tightly, her eyes sparkling.

Zhao Jiadi only had half a piece of chalk left in his hand. He glanced at the young lecturer who was no longer arrogant, and continued to write a sentence of his reading experience in Russian, "Any good work is just the author telling a story. Any good work is just a story told by the author. Works that are crowned great by latecomers are a group of good-for-nothings digging out things that the authors themselves don’t understand.”

Luo He's face turned blue and white, very embarrassed.

This is also a blatant slap in the face.

In the end, just as Zhao Jiadi was about to put down the end of his chalk, he glanced at Mu Hongli, sneered even worse, and continued to quote a sharp comment from "War and Peace", "The reputation of a charming and intelligent woman is so unshakable." It was fixed on Ellena-Vasily Evna-Besucheva, so that she could say the most vulgar and stupid things, and everyone still admired her every word, looking for deep meaning in her words, and this But she didn't think of it herself."

The blackboards on the entire wall happen to be tight, without any "blank space", just like a paranoid, leaving no room for both himself and the enemy.

Putting away all the chalk stubs and not looking at the blackboard that would shock any senior Russian professor, Zhao Jiadi walked out of the classroom without hesitation.

At that moment, this unremarkable guy was simply the legendary knight who killed a man in ten steps and killed a thousand miles without hesitation.

And the one who got Zhao Baliang's two knives was Luo He, who was dumb and asked for trouble by eating coptis, and the rest, Mu Hongli, was stabbed even deeper.

A knife that doesn't see blood hurts.

(End of this chapter)