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Xie Jing came here with Mr. Huang.

He was standing behind Huang Mingyou, wearing the clothes worn by ordinary servants. When he came in, he raised his head and took a look inside the school. Bai Mingyu tried his best to wink at him. Xie Jing just followed Mr. Huang with lowered eyes, pretending he didn't see it. .

When the teacher in the ethnology department saw Mr. Huang approaching, he quickly stood up and politely gave up his seat, with a bit of unconcealable excitement on his face.

Huang Mingyou didn't have the slightest airs, he smiled and waved his hands, walked over and took a casual look and said, "Let me see, where is it going?"

The teacher said: "I'm talking about poetry. Today I talked about Li Bai's "Climb a High Hill and Look into the Distance". I just talked about half a poem." , The literati are arrogant, but when they meet a real master, they only have admiration in their hearts.

"Sure, then I'll continue. Take Xiao Xie to find a seat, please."

The teacher took Xie Jing behind him to take his seat, but all the seats in the school were full, except for Bai Mingyu who had an empty desk.The teacher was a little hesitant, but Xie Jing said first, "Sir, I'll just sit here."

Xie Jing sat down, Bai Mingyu watched the teacher leave, and immediately leaned over to try to get close, and said in a low voice: "You didn't bring any books, look at me?"

Bai Mingyu handed over a book.

Xie Jing glanced at it. It was the "cheat book" he had drawn in the circle yesterday. He raised his eyes to look at Bai Mingyu.

Bai Mingyu has a thick skin and is still urging him: "Take a look quickly, I will use it in the exam later."

Xie Jing said: "Let's talk about poetry today."

Bai Mingyu was in a hurry: "What poetry is not poetry? The teacher here does not take poetry exams. Mr. Huang will really hand out the test papers in a while! Let me tell you, I am doing this for your own good. Hurry up and take advantage of this class." Read the class a little more, remember how much counts, and remember the young master's kindness to you, and copy the answers for me when Mr. Huang takes the exam..." Bai Er muttered for a long time, seeing Xie Jing still just reading He didn't speak, raised his hand and scratched his inner face, lowered his head for a rare time, and said in a low voice: "Okay, okay, can't I apologize to you for what happened yesterday? I just wanted to scare you, and I didn't think about it To do anything else, to put it bluntly, both of us are at fault, so we each take a step back, you can do it, don't lose your temper with the young master."

Xie Jing didn't feel that she was wrong.

He felt that the second young master was really thick-skinned.

Bai Mingyu's mind is much more delicate than his, and he still remembers the grudge, half wronged and half ashamed, but he actually cried "Feng'er" a few times back then.

It's just that this is too embarrassing, and he won't tell Xie Jing even if he is killed.

On the podium, Huang Mingyou took the book and was standing there looking through it.

All the students in the school also sat behind their desks and looked up at him. The new gentleman above him was wearing a half-worn robe that had been washed and washed, the color was dusty, he was slightly fat and short, standing with his belly outstretched That looks like an ordinary accountant, without any bright appearance.

Huang Mingyou had finished turning the pages of the book while standing, raised his hand to touch his slender mustache, and asked kindly: "Your husband has already talked about half of the poem, if you don't mind, I will continue with the other half? If you want to speak, you need to understand the characters." He turned around and wrote a few words on the wooden blackboard behind him, and said while writing: "The golden inscription tripod, the big seal is engraved on the Jane, today is short, I will Just say the first word."

On the blackboard, the handwriting is vigorous and vigorous.

——Emperor Qin and Han Wukong treat each other.

Mr. Huang wrote this line of poems, but only said one word "Qin".

The students in the audience were stunned, and the teacher who stood behind to listen was also stunned.

Huang Mingyou has tens of thousands of volumes in his chest, and he is proficient in politics and philosophy. His historical materials are at his fingertips, and his lectures are full of wit and wit.The students in the school listened attentively, and they only thought it was more exciting than the storyteller outside. The outsiders were interesting, but Mr. Huang's class was a majestic mountain, full of blood.

Huang Mingyou didn't bring a book, and told the whole process with his hands behind his back, telling a piece of cultural history in just one word.

He didn't stop until noon, glanced at the people waiting outside and said with a smile, "Everyone, wait a moment, let me say something else."

All the people waiting outside the ethnology were the servants who delivered meals to the young master at home. When they heard it, they immediately pushed back, and only asked the husband to talk more while laughing.But in the school, it was so quiet for the first time, no one left the seat, not even the teacher sitting in the back row moved, just tried to sit still and listen to the teacher's speech.

"History books are the soul of a nation. If you want to destroy your family, you must first delete its history. If the history is not correct, the family will not survive." Huang Mingyou took two steps, and then said: "We should not read books today for fame and wealth, not for power, and not against our will. Nonsense, you need to know the origin of Chinese civilization, the place where you originated, and what a Chinese is.”

The school was quiet, and after a while, some students stood up and bowed one after another, but they spoke neatly and loudly: "I would like to obey the teacher's instruction!"

Huang Mingyou's interpretation of characters is to find the root.

Xie Jing stood up and saluted, but what he was thinking about was the professors he met during those years when he went south. Whether they were studying abroad or in China, those prestigious literati would blush when they argued with each other, but when they encountered foreign enemies, they immediately Turned the spearhead, unanimously external.

None of them said it, but the same thing was on their minds.

They are Chinese.

Should do something for Huaxia.

At noon, people in the school were almost gone, Mr. Huang was not in a hurry, he sat down to have lunch in the teacher's private room next door, and gave exams to two students by the way.

Today was Li Yuan's meal delivery, and Grandma Kou made a big meal. Because Huang Mingyou likes to eat noodles, Grandma Kou specially made lo mein, served with seven or eight kinds of side dishes and a large bowl of fried sauce stew, the sauce meat smells delicious.

Huang Mingyou ate happily, and peeled off two cloves of green garlic, one mouthful of noodles and one mouthful of garlic, it was very beautiful.

He supervised the exam while eating, and glanced at the only two students in the room with small eyes: "Hurry up and write, don't delay the afternoon class."

Bai Mingyu tried his best to write a few words, his face was about to turn red, he vaguely remembered that he had seen similar questions on Huang Mingyou's test paper, but sitting here, he couldn't remember a single word How to answer.

While Mr. Huang was eating noodles with his head down, Bai Mingyu seized the time to go over to read Xie Jing's paper sitting next to him, but he only took one look, and Xie Jing covered it with his hands.

Bai Mingyu: "..."

You prudish!

He even did my homework for me before!

Turn your face and deny people? !

Xie Jing didn't want to copy it for Bai Mingyu, but Bai Mingyu didn't dare to leave it blank and write nothing. The ruler in Mr. Huang's hand is not a vegetarian, especially since his father and elder brother want to roll up their sleeves and beat him once he snorts. Don't vent your anger on Mr. Bai, Second Young Master Bai is not afraid of being beaten, but he also doesn't want to be beaten every day.

Bai Mingyu secretly glanced at Mr. Huang, and then covered it with the tablecloth hanging down on the big wooden table, he gently touched Xie Jing with his foot. The first touch was only a little, and he stretched out his foot and touched it again.

Xie Jing stood up suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Young Master, respect yourself."

Bai Mingyu: "???"