Music was playing in the lecture theater, and a tall and thin male teacher on the podium looked at Mikako suspiciously: "Are you Fujii's classmate in the first grade? What's the matter?"
Mikako held up the newspaper and froze in place: "Eh? Shouldn't this be Professor Qianjiang Yoji's class?"
"This is the German department, can't you tell that the song playing now is in German?"
He Ma: "I said it was so familiar, so it turned out to be marching to England..."
"Professor Qianjiang Yanger is in the classroom upstairs. You have mistaken the floor. Our teaching building is named after the British rules. The first floor is called the ground floor, and the first floor means the second floor."
Mikako maintained the posture of holding the newspaper, stepped backwards out of the classroom, and then closed the door with embarrassment.
The moment the door closed, He Ma burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha! It's you!"
"You're laughing! Go! Go upstairs!"
Mikako dragged Kazuma angrily and ran towards the stairs.
**
German professor Ebi Ichigo tiptoed to the door, opened the door and looked out, just in time to see Mr. Fujii dragging the boy towards the stairs like a bull.
He immediately turned back to the students in the German department and said, "This is a self-study class!"
Some of the students immediately protested loudly: "Professor Hai Laoyi, you can't do this! We also want to go up and have fun!"
"What fun to watch! This class requires writing a short composition of 500 words, appreciating the piece "March to England". The score will affect the grade of this class! Write it for me if you want to get an A!"
There was wailing in the lecture theater.
Mr. Hai went out immediately, just in time to see the professor from the classroom across the corridor also come out.
"Have you studied by yourself too?" He asked.
"Yeah, don't be dazed, let's go! Otherwise, we won't be able to catch up!"
The two professors were both in their thirties, but now they run like young men in their twenties.
As soon as they left, the door of the classroom opened, and a group of students who were not afraid of failing their subjects rushed out and ran towards the stairs in a swarm.
Before this group of people reached the stairs, several groups of people ran out from other classrooms, and everyone's faces were filled with melon-eating smiles.
But upstairs, the group of students ran into the dean of the School of Foreign Languages head-on.
This dean is a new young man who came up to the school. He is usually very dignified. It is said that he has a degree in kendo.
"What are you doing! Go back!" After the dean finished speaking, he turned and ran to the classroom.
The students who were left behind looked at each other in blank dismay, and then followed in the dean's footsteps.
At this time, the lecture theater of the sophomore in the English Department was completely surrounded.
**
Time goes back a little bit.
Kazuma was dragged upstairs by Mikako to the door of the lecture theater.
"Don't make any more mistakes," he urged.
"That's right, it must be here." Mikako adjusted her breathing, and then pushed open the door.
This time, Ma Xian confirmed that the person on the podium was, um, it was indeed the short little old man from yesterday.
Mikako held up the newspaper and was about to speak when the old man shouted angrily, "Get out! This is a class for the second grade, why are you here?"
Mikako doesn't like this.
She held up the newspaper: "I'm here to expose your low level! You just said yesterday that you won't go to war, and today the British Parliament unanimously passed the decision to go to war!"
Qian Jiangyang Er was furious: "Get out!"
"I'm not going out! All the people here are future diplomats. If you are the one teaching international relations, the future of our Japan will be over! For the future of Japan, you should get out of this classroom today!"
Qian Jiangyang Er stared wide-eyed, with blue veins on his forehead: "You! You! The war started because of that woman, Thatcher, who couldn't see the situation clearly! She made a misjudgment! Just watch, she will swallow the bitter fruit! Falk If the Orlando Islands can’t come back, the remaining property of the British Empire will ruin her completely!”
"Hmph, you are the one who can't see the situation clearly. On the vast sea, Argentina's WWII-level navy wants to turn the tables with a small number of advanced aircraft? Idiots! I think it's good luck if their flagship doesn't get sunk. Already!"
Mikako paused, and continued: "Also, Argentina's advanced fighter jets are all bought from France, and the Mirage and Super Emblem are all French planes.
"Although the French don't like the UK at ordinary times, just like we don't like the French, they will definitely not stand on the side of Argentina at this time. Because France now has many remaining French islands, he doesn't want Neighboring countries all learn from Argentina!"
Qian Jiangyang said angrily: "You nonsense, it won't be too late to wait for Britain to win! Get out now!"
"If the UK wins, it means that I am not lying, but you are lying! The theory you teach is completely wrong from beginning to end. It is hard to imagine that a guy like you has been in charge of teaching for so many years, and how many students have been misled!
"By the way, I misjudged the situation back then. I just went to the United States to express my loyalty to contain China, and then Kissinger secretly visited China. Those diplomats who were caught off guard are also your students, right?"
Hema frowned slightly when he heard this, these words Hema chatted with Mikako yesterday, but she didn't expect her to move out directly.
Qian Jiangyang's mouth trembled: "You! You!"
"Oh? It's really true, no wonder. I don't understand. Where do you have the face to continue to coach here? Is it based on continuous misjudgment of the international situation and the summed up experience
"Although failure is the mother of success, repeated defeats and repeated battles are commendable for courage, but in the end, you can't even compare to me, a female student who just entered university, and the entire Japanese international relations academic circle is ashamed because of you!"
Mikako walked forward while speaking, and was already standing in front of the podium when the voice fell.
She held up the newspaper in her hand, turned to the brothers in the audience, and the students from other departments who crowded the classroom to watch the excitement: "I don't know if you have read the news yesterday. The old man behind the podium swears that Thatcher dare not go to war!
"When Sa Jiang rejected Haig's mediation proposal with 'this is the desk used by Chamberlain', he confidently explained, 'This shows that Sa Jiang has a guilty conscience'" or she would say that it was used by Churchill The desk la'!
"As a result, today, look, the newspaper, the headlines on the front page!
"Let me read to you the speech that Sa Jiang gave in Parliament, super short!"
Hema couldn't help holding his forehead, and Mikako sprinkled the sauce one by one, and the iron lady in Hema's mind had turned into a blond-haired tsundere girl.
He really wanted to go up and hold down Mikako, so that she would stop calling "Sajiang".
Mikako cleared her throat and began to read aloud: "Gentlemen, acts of aggression must not be compromised. The Queen demands that the Royal Navy do its duty!"
He Ma raised his eyebrows, what's going on, it's different from the speech of Sa Jiang in his impression—no, Thatcher's speech.
There are indeed many differences in the details of the two world lines.
Thinking about it carefully, this world is different from the previous world, it has mysteries, and the influence of personal force on the battle situation is much greater than in the previous life.
Maybe in this space-time battle of the founding of the United Kingdom, the generals of the Royal Navy were all painted in the style of "One Piece".
Nelson rode a bicycle on the waves to meet the Franco-Spanish United Fleet that had just left the port of Cadiz. There are pictures!
Mikako slapped the newspaper on the table: "Students, we at Sophia University are famous for training diplomats. Our professor of international relations rants to the audience all over the country on the NHK news, vowing to pat his chest and promise that there will be no war. He was slapped in the face within 24 hours.
"Shame! How can we go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to work in the future? Our brothers in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, what face do we have to face those competitors who graduated from Meiji University, Hosei University and Keio University
"Well, in the future, it seems that we can only go to the Ministry of Education to work as translators, translating and translating those imported British novels and prose, and working with the stupid literary youths in Waseda every day!"
After Mikako finished speaking heartbroken, a boy in the audience muttered, "It's not impossible, Waseda has a lot of beauties."
The whole classroom burst into laughter.
Mikako pointed at the boy who spoke: "Look at your talent! Where is the pride of an elite diplomat?"
Mikako showed a sad and angry expression.
"Tragedy! Drama! Ah!"
Standing with the horse, amazed.
The previous discussion of the international situation and the comparison of military power are all related to Majiao Mikako, and this girl basically copied them.
The following wave of university disdain chains is all Mikako's own play.
He and Marco can't teach her this, and he doesn't even know how Shangzhi's contempt chain works.
As a student of the University of Tokyo, he knew that the University of Tokyo was particularly hostile to Meiji, and he must compete with Meiji for the first place. Then he looked down on Kyoto University and thought that I was the real imperial university. Wrestled with me.
Qian Jiangyang Er slammed on the table with the pointer: "Enough!"
After the classroom fell silent, he pointed at Mikako with a pointer: "You! How dare you mention a diplomat? Are there any diplomats like you? Look at you! You still have dyed your hair? It's still red! How embarrassing is that! "
Mikako highlighted and dyed a few strands of red hair, which are usually hidden in her hair, but today it may be exposed because she came in a hurry and didn't clean it up.
He Ma thinks this is not a problem, after all, anyone with purple hair can be a diplomat in the future.
Mikako was at most forty years ahead of schedule.
But in this era, dyed hair is a sign of Taimei, representing a bad woman.
He Ma knew that at this time, he should not be led to the rhythm. He followed the other party's thinking, and he would definitely lose if he struggled with the hair problem.
He hurriedly gave Mikako a wink, telling her not to take the bait.
But Mikako showed her monkey side at this time, and went directly to A: "I'm not a diplomat now, and I'll definitely get it back when I enter the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"
Cover your face with the horse.
At this time, he heard someone next to him muttering "It's broken", and when he turned his head, he saw that it was the tall and thin professor from the German Department just now.
He also looked heartbroken, and seemed to regret that Mikako had lost a good game.
Qianjiang Yanger showed a proud smile: "You also know that this is not possible! It seems that you are still a little self-aware! Look at yourself! What you look like! You are just like a courtesan in Kabukicho!"
Mikako got into the trap again: "Is it my fault that I have a good figure? Besides, what does this have to do with the current situation?"
It seems that she also realized that she was being led into the ditch by relying on the intuition of the beast, but it was too late.
Qian Jiangyang Er angrily scolded: "If someone like you becomes a diplomat, the whole world will think that Japan is a country of prostitutes!"
Hema was furious, not because Japan was misunderstood as a country of prostitutes. After all, he was a Chinese, and his impression of Japan was associated with a specific piece of music for a long time.
His familiarity with this music has reached the point where he can automatically hallucinate as long as he sees the words "Yes, De, De, De's".
So Japan is misunderstood as a country of prostitutes, and Ma doesn't care, and it is not my motherland.
But you said that the whole world will think that Japan is a country of prostitutes when they see my girl, then I have to argue with you.
Just as Kazuma was about to speak, Mikako slapped the table and shouted, "What do you think? Why don't you ask your wife where she got the chocolate to feed your son!"
"You!" Qian Jiangyang's face turned into a liver-colored face, and he raised the pointer and was about to draw a Mikako.
The moment the pointer was swung down, Mikako raised her hands above her head and clamped the pointer with a snap.
Yes, it is without a knife!
Then Mikako snatched the pointer with all her strength, slapped the table with the pointer and shouted: "I checked it! You were the counselor of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs before the war! It was you who screwed up! It was you who made the great of Japanese women have to feed the next generation that way!
"Shameful!
"You failed! But we didn't! We are a new generation, we are more knowledgeable and smarter than you! We will definitely make Japan 110,000 times better than before!"
Some students in the audience shouted: "Good!"
Immediately afterwards, everyone followed suit.
As expected of the era of the upsurge of the left-wing student movement, the group of people sitting in the lecture theater now, when they were middle school students and elementary school students, watched the student movement of college students every day, and they all have that kind of gene left.
Hema couldn't close his mouth in shock.
Is this still Mikako
Yesterday Hema vaguely felt that Mikako might be very suitable for debate, and she can come to things, has beast-like intuition, and may become a god of impromptu performance.
But this is also amazing.
God can't end it now.
The development of the plot behind this Nima is completely unpredictable.
Yes, it is an unpredictable duel! I see!
This guy has taken out all the dens of right-wing scholars!
Qian Jiangyang Er was about to roar, but suddenly he couldn't stand still, holding on to the podium with great difficulty, and then he slapped the table with his hands and roared: "What are you going to do! What are you going to do! Do you want to occupy the lecture hall like the students of Dongda University? Want to sing the Internationale? Huh?"
He Ma became vigilant, and after singing the Internationale, he was afraid that none of the students present would be able to enter the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Maybe at that time, I really can only enter the Ministry of Education and translate English novels with the literary beauties of Waseda.
At this time, Mikako shouted loudly: "Okay! You still want to cover up your incompetence for us at this time! Send you a Chinese sentence!"
Mikako picked up the chalk and slapped it on the blackboard. After writing the eight characters, she threw the chalk and pointed the pointer at Yoji Qianjiang's nose: "You are just a dog with a broken spine, barking here!"
As an old-age cultural person who was able to become a counselor of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs before the war, Qianjiang Yanger knew Chinese.
At that time, cultural people knew Chinese, at least they could exchange letters without any problem.
This is a kind of cultural inertia. Before the Meiji Restoration, dignitaries and dignitaries communicated in Chinese to show their nobility.
Qianjiang Yanger looked at the words on the blackboard: "You! You!"
Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Mikako picked up the handout on the table and directly blocked the blood fountain spraying towards her, nimbly like a ninja.
Both the horse and the horse were stunned.
Mikako was still like a normal person: "Oh, I was scared to death, blood spitting... huh?"
Mikako looked at the little old man who fell suddenly, and then at the silent classroom.
"No! I didn't do it!"
Covering his face with the horse: How can this be done.