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Chapter 403
Chapter 403: Bad Premonition
“What stuff?”
“”Gao Hetang’s First Critical Book”?”
“What does this mean, what book?”
Lin Yunfeng frowned and looked at Principal Zheng suspiciously. With his limited knowledge, he really doesn’t understand, what kind of book is this book on earth?
“No, I know this “The Fifteen Years of Wanli”, but I don’t know what this “Gaohetang Criticism First Wonder Book” is.” Song He is also embarrassed. I don’t understand what else Principal Zheng said.
“President Zheng, it’s not that I said you, you scholars love to talk about you, and you have to say something plausible and ambiguous.”
“Isn’t it boring?”
Song He was a little upset: “Isn’t it okay to have something to say?”
“You can just say what this “Gaohetang First Curious Book” is about, isn’t it OK?”
“That’s so much nonsense?”
Song He drank a cup of tea. His IQ was not very high. It was the most annoying that someone would circumvent him and tell him all these messy things.
“It’s the first wonderful book in Ming Dynasty “Jin Ping Mei” commented by Mr. Zhu Po.”
Looking at Lin Yunfeng and Song He, Principal Zheng said with a wry smile: “This is a compulsory elective course for the freshman Chinese Department. It has two sessions a week and three hours.”
“I go!”
“”Jin Ping Mei”!?”
Hearing President Zheng’s words, Song He gave President Zheng a thumbs up in shock: “Speaking of “Jin Ping Mei” in public, President Zheng, you are also a talent.”
“Ahem.”
Principal Zheng was a little embarrassed.
“Shut up.”
Lin Yunfeng glared at Song He, then flipped through the “Gao He Tang Criticism: The First Strange Book”, especially the uncut version, which is simply an ancient encyclopedia.
Especially this illustration is really vivid and vivid.
“Principal Zheng, this book is good.”
Lin Yunfeng’s jaw slightly, his eyes were full of profound expressions and looked at Principal Zheng. This President Zheng is really a talent, and he has really widened his path in retribution.
Did not let Lin Yunfengbai give him a house on Huaihai Road!
“Brother Lin, you don’t really want to study, do you tell the students about this?” Song He looked at Lin Yunfeng dumbfounded.
Tell the students about this in class. What’s the difference between this and the war film of Teacher Cang on the spot?
“Shut up.”
Lin Yunfeng glared at Song He again: “How come this literati’s lecture is so sloppy by you? This is art. What do you know about art?”
“You have to use this book to figure out the world at that time.”
“For example, the market life at that time, the prices at that time, and the people’s thinking at that time.”
“This is undoubtedly an encyclopedia of profusion.”
Lin Yunfeng looked at Principal Zheng: “It’s set, I’ll talk about this.”
“You arrange it.”
“Okay, then I will ask the Academic Affairs Office to schedule your class for Teacher Lin.” Principal Zheng immediately answered Lin Yunfeng with a smile.
He also thinks this is art.
Only a vulgar person like Song He would think this is love!
“Ah, very good.”
Lin Yunfeng’s eyes are full of energy, so I’ve talked about this, if I can make up for Chen Mengyao privately, wouldn’t it be even more cool and crooked?
Maybe Chen Mengyao will feel it after chatting.
Women are actually worse than men, but they will pretend to be pure in front of men. And once you talk to them, you will find out.
They may know more than you!
“However, I’m not free this week, I need to go back to Gusu.”
“Just start next week.”
“Teacher Lin, I checked, then next Wednesday and next Friday, one and a half hours a day, two quarters a week.” Principal Zheng smiled: “Look at this arrangement, are you satisfied?”
“Can.”
“Let the original teacher give me the PPT he made, and then I can just read it according to the text. Then, if I am wronged, he will be an assistant teacher for me first.”
“I also subsidize him with a salary of 10,000 yuan a month.”
Lin Yunfeng smiled and said, “I want to complete the goal ahead of schedule, and he still needs to talk about this lesson.”
“This is a bit difficult.”
Principal Zheng looked at Lin Yunfeng with a little embarrassment: “It was Teacher Xiang who originally taught this class. He is a proper Dr. Yale, an Ivy League returnee.”
“He has a very proud personality.”
“And also the title of associate professor.”
“Let him give up this class, he is already very dissatisfied. If you become a teaching assistant again, he might not be reluctant.”
“Unwilling?”
Lin Yunfeng smiled upon hearing the words: “My order, does he have room to resist?”
“Unwillingly, he interrupted his leg and asked him to come over in a wheelchair to serve as an assistant teacher for me, as a role model for the disabled.”
“If you are reluctant, just throw him into the Huangpu River to feed the fish, and then change to a new teaching assistant.”
“I gave him a face!”
“I really thought I was a returnee, so I was better?” Lin Yunfeng smiled and looked at Principal Zheng: “You said I want to put him with the snapping turtles in Australia. Will these turtles recognize him as a returnee of the same kind? ”
“Will you not eat him?”
“hehe!”
Lin Yunfeng patted Principal Zheng on the shoulder: “It’s so good!”
“You tell him, if he disagrees, you just tell me.” Song He looked at President Zheng, “I will naturally teach him how to be a human being.”
“I heard that inserting a toothpick into this turtle’s head was one of the top ten tortures in the Qing Dynasty.”
A trace of evil flashed at the corner of Song He’s mouth: “You ask him for me, do you want to try it?”
“Tell him, I have a friend who tried it and said it was great.”
“Simply to heaven!”
“Ha ha!”
Under the dull gaze of Principal Zheng, Song He smiled and walked after Lin Yunfeng away.
“These young people.”
Principal Zheng put the key of Huaihai Road into his pocket: “I don’t talk about martial ethics!”
“Brother Lin, will Chen Mengyao be disgusted if you say this?” Song He looked at Lin Yunfeng suspiciously: “After all, the book “Jin Ping Mei”, she is a girl, is she a bit embarrassed?”
“Sorry to go to class?”
“What’s so embarrassing about this?”
“Since you are studying literature, you have to accept this kind of artistic description.” Lin Yunfeng smiled and said: “Yangchun Baixue is art, and the lower Liba people are not art?”
“Lao Mo wrote about abundance and fat, Lao Jia wrote about Bai Jiaxuan’s barb, and Lao Lu also wrote about Li Xiangqian’s broken leg.”
“It’s all art!”
“Since she has chosen a literature major, she will accept this kind of art, and maybe still be interested in this art.”
“On the contrary, this “Fifteen Years of Wanli” is about history.”
“This history is different from literature, maybe she is not interested.”
Lin Yunfeng smiled and said, “Do you think I am pure and lustful?”
“What a joke.”
“Am I missing a woman?”
“That’s right.”
Song He scratched his head and felt that Lin Yunfeng’s words made sense: “But Brother Lin, what are we going to do with Gusu?”
“The day after tomorrow is my dad’s 60th birthday!”
Lin Yunfeng frowned: “My right eyelid has been jumping upright these days, and I have a hunch, it seems that something very serious and bad happened at this birthday party.”
“It won’t be peaceful!”