Chapter 17 Chapter 16 The Slap in the Face of the Illiterate

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, it's up to you to explain this passage." classic saying." 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 his 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 seems that he was slapped loudly in the face!However, he still ignored Luo He, looked at Mu Hongli, and hoped that she could say a word. Regardless of whether the final result was miserable or not, he never thought that the pursuit that had just begun would come to an end so quickly and disheartened. The most ridiculous thing is From the beginning to the end, it was just his one-man show, even without the heroine's cynicism or small comfort, such an 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 doesn't blame her for being reserved, or for refusing his pursuit, but he thinks that a woman who is harmless and merciful at certain times will be very moving. 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. His speed was extremely fast and dazzling.Those who have good things began to translate slowly: "People who are so confident that they can be martyred, only Germans are this kind of people, precisely because only Germans' self-confidence is based on an abstract concept-science, which is the false knowledge of absolute truth. The French Confidence, because he considers himself intellectually and physically as irresistibly attractive to men as to women. The Englishman is confident because he is the people of the most organized country in the world... the Germans Self-confidence is the worst, the most stubborn, and the most annoying, because he thinks he 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 it, and many students who had this famous book in hand were frantically flipping through the pages of the book, trying to find any flaws, but regrettably found that there were no flaws in his writing. Then this Russian layman, Ba Liang, who couldn't even read 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. It was originally a book that Luo He deliberately recommended to Mu Hongli. He pushed up the blackboard full of Russian and pulled down the second one. On the blackboard, I directly took three pieces of chalk with my left hand, "swiped", and started a new round of visual bombing: "The two characters I want to compare are Rousseau and Napoleon. Compare, whose life will affect social development and human civilization, Even the impact on the entire nineteenth century is more significant. We tend to vividly describe historical events and major battles, so we prefer the latter historical figure more consistently. But if we delve into all the nineteenth centuries starting from the French Revolution According to the course of historical events, we may completely change our perceptions... Perhaps it is even difficult for a large country with a complex national composition such as ours to seek the same forms of economic life and management among the various republics. dangerous."

This time, the number of words is much higher than that of the first paragraph, about two or three thousand. The rest of the blackboard is only a little blank, and all of them are filled with the most standard, beautiful and proficient Russian words. Terminology.Among the utterly shocked audience, only Luo He barely recognized that it was a very classic passage in "Abalkin Economics Collection". Mu Hongli bit her lips tightly, her eyes sparkling. Only half of chalk was left in Zhao Jiadi's 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 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 his chalk, he glanced at Mu Hongli, sneered even more, and continued to quote a sharp and sharp comment: "The reputation of a charming and intelligent woman is unshakably determined by Ye Lun. Na. Fasilievna Besucheva, so that she can say the most vulgar and stupid things, and everyone still praises her every word, looking for deep meaning in her words, and this is herself I didn't expect it." The blackboard on the entire wall happened to be written tightly, without a trace of "blank space", just like a paranoid, leaving no escape route for himself or 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 one person in ten steps and never stayed behind for thousands of miles. As for the one who got Zhao Baliang's two knives, one was a dumb man who ate Coptis chinensis—Luo He, who was suffering beyond words; the rest, Mu Hongli, was stabbed even deeper. A knife that doesn't see blood hurts.