"Okay, okay, don't mention your metaphysical theories anymore, I feel dizzy when I hear it." I interrupted Wen Jiubai with a headache, "No matter how death is defined, what are you going to do with this matter? "
"What should I do? Of course it's resolved." Wen Jiubai said with a chuckle, "Of course I have to take responsibility for the entrustment I took. Otherwise, why would I come here to be a teacher?"
"Old, teacher?" I almost choked on my own saliva, and repeated it loudly, "You, a teacher?"
However, Wen Jiubai didn't answer me, but showed a meaningful smile and walked away.
Before I could figure out the situation at all, the head teacher told us in the class that the teacher who taught ancient Chinese was pregnant and had to ask for leave to go home. During this period, a new teacher would take over for our class.
Then, with a smile, Wen Jiubai walked in from behind the classroom door.
From the moment he came in, there was a commotion in the classroom, and I heard many girls sighing.
"He's so handsome..."
"Really, he's still a long-haired man."
"He's really a teacher, isn't he an actor?"
I clicked my tongue secretly in my heart, how could Wen Jiubai be as handsome as they said, in my opinion, it was just putting on airs.
"Be quiet." Wen Jiubai walked up to the podium with a vague smile, tapped the table twice, then picked up the chalk, wrote his name on the blackboard, and said, "My name is Wen Jiubai , Heming Jiugao's Jiu, Zhensong Jinbai's Bai. Now temporarily replace your original teacher Li, and give you ancient Chinese lessons."
Wen Jiubai was talking on the stage, but I didn't pay much attention to it, my eyes fell on the empty seat in front of me.
That should have been Su Xiaoyun's position. She likes to sit in the back seat of the third row every time she attends class, but now, there is no one there.
Not only that, the entire classroom was empty, and probably less than half of the class was present.
Although the possibility of someone skipping class is not ruled out, there must be many people who are still missing. Others are afraid to come to class because of fear.
Even among the people sitting in the seats now, many of them were pale and silent.
"Let's start the class now. Turn to page 117 of your textbook, and then tell me where you covered in the last class." Wen Jiubai held the lesson plan in one hand, and tapped lightly on the podium with the other.
However, I was still absent-minded and didn't listen to what he said at all. My mind was still on Liang Kaifeng's bizarre death and the mysterious disappearance of others.
As for Liang Kaifeng's death, we should first think about it from the perspective of investigation, determine the time of his disappearance, and then eliminate the suspects one by one to find the murderer...
wrong. I thought dejectedly. So what if the suspect is really found? It doesn't matter whether Liang Kaifeng committed suicide or homicide, the point is how did he become like that? Is there still a chance to save him now? And Su Xiaoyun and the other missing people, where are they now? Has the school started an investigation? What about the results of the investigation
"Gu Yu!"
When my name was called suddenly, I was startled, and stood up from my seat trembling, seeing Wen Jiubai looking at me displeasedly.
"Uh...to?"
There was a burst of soft laughter from all around, and I stood there in embarrassment.
But Wen Jiubai was not angry, and he still spoke in the same soft tone, "Gu Yu, can you tell me where did Teacher Li teach you to go before?"
"Uh, that..." I flipped through the book quickly, and finally found the notes I took before, "Chapter Thirteen."
"Very good, sit down." Wen Jiubai nodded, and I breathed a sigh of relief, and sat back in my seat.
Just when I opened my notebook and recalled what was said in the last class, Wen Jiubai walked past me seemingly casually, and then I felt a burst of warmth on the back of my hand.
Wen Jiubai put his hand on the back of mine, but quickly took it away. I heard him say in a voice only the two of us could hear, "Don't worry, there's always a way."
I don't know why, but as soon as Wen Jiubai's words came out, I felt at ease almost immediately. I shot him a grateful look, but he turned his back and walked away.
"Can anyone tell me what I'm learning in the course of ancient Chinese?" Wen Jiubai stood on the podium again and watched the whole class, and asked.
Everyone, look at me and I look at you. Although I feel a little strange about this question, a few good students raised their hands.
"Ancient Chinese is relative to modern Chinese. It is the mass language of the ancient Han nationality. In a broad sense, the written language of ancient Chinese has two systems: one is the written language of ancient Chinese formed on the basis of the pre-Qin spoken language and its descendants use this written in written language; the other is the ancient vernacular formed on the basis of the northern dialect after the Six Dynasties."
Wen Jiubai smiled, and raised his hand, "You can memorize the book concept well, sit down."
The student sat down inexplicably.
"But that's not what I'm going to talk about." Wen Jiubai said with a smile on his lips, folded his arms, and said calmly with a confident look, "It's a weapon."
"Weapon?" The students all looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what routine this new teacher was playing.
"Language is a kind of weapon. Ancient language is a powerful weapon that combines the wisdom of ancient ancestors. If we learn it well and use it properly, it will definitely be a powerful and lethal weapon." Wen Jiubai talked wildly. And talk.
It's over... I knew that Wen Jiubai's coming to be a teacher would never do anything good. I held my forehead helplessly below. Listen to him, he's talking about strange things.
However, Wen Jiubai, who was standing on the podium, couldn't hear my thoughts at all, and continued, "Imagine that the natural world is so huge, but only human beings can use such things as 'language'. Is it amazing? Not only that, humans use language to communicate, spread ideas, and record history, and the power carried by language is beyond your imagination."
"But, teacher, even if you say that, it's a bit too exaggerated to say that language is a weapon." At this time, someone in the classroom said.
"Which classmate was it just now?" Wen Jiubai looked for it.
"Sorry, it's me, teacher." Qi Bo raised his hand weakly.
Wen Jiubai found his name on the roster, "Qi Bojian, is that right?"
"Ah, yes!" Qi Bojian hurriedly stood up from her seat.