"Calm down! Calm down! Don't worship me! Don't kneel!" Lin Miao said hoarsely.

The children below coaxed for half a minute before they quieted down, Jiang Shengshan listened to his forehead, kept looking at his watch, and saw that the class was out of class in only twenty minutes, and turned his head and kept glancing at Secretary Mu, hoping that this product could fight for some anger and survive the next little time.

Secretary Mu no longer looked like he was in danger of dying just now, his eyes widened, staring at Xiao Douding, who had been so bold as to blur the boundaries between teachers and students, standing on the podium, his eyes were full of the same expectations as those children below.

Gong Changji, who was beside him, also involuntarily sat up a little straighter.

Lin Miao's ability, he has seen it with his own eyes. Some things, some people, really can't be unconvinced.

It is necessary to be in awe, or in awe.

Liang Yanhong, Zheng Aifen, and Wang Lan were all curious, wanting to hear what this little prodigy could say.

Wu Lindong stood behind Lin Miao, looking at Lin Miao's eyes very soft.

Lin Miao looked around, was quiet for a while, and after calmly organizing her language, she said slowly: "I think the concept of art is originally a pseudo-concept. Not only art, but most of the concepts that have anything to do with aesthetics are also pseudo-concepts. This is because the concept of art itself is the product of the continuous reconciliation between the aesthetic evaluation standards of countless generations of ruling classes and the right to distribute social resources that they have mastered since the beginning of human civilization.

When this subjective perception of a particular class is consciously packaged as a mainstream cognition of society, then the power that determines whether art is art is no longer art itself, but the direction of the aesthetic demand of the class that defines art. To put it more simply, whoever occupies more social resources is qualified to formulate an aesthetic standard and aesthetic concept for the whole society that is infinitely similar to his own from his own aesthetic point of view, as well as to maintain a discourse system that maintains this set of standards and concepts.

Of course, there will be a brief antagonism between different classes and different aesthetic positions, but in the end, it will be the ruling class that will win and unify this antagonism. ”

Just after the beginning, the university lecturer behind Lin Miao had already straightened his eyes.

The children in the audience were even more confused and didn't understand this unhuman sentence at all.

In the back row of the classroom, a few leaders who had read a little bit and had some ink in their stomachs could barely hold on. One has long been mentally prepared for Lin Miao's performance, and the other is that they are not teaching, so they will not be like Wu Lindong, who is in the middle of the stakes, and the spiritual crit they feel is much stronger.

Lin Miao paused, continued to look at his friends and said, "I didn't understand, did I? It is said that 20,000 years ago, a tribe was born in this part of today's Dongou City, called the Dog Egg Tribe. There are two young people in the tribe who have strong hunting skills, one is called Dandan, and the other is called Jianguo......"

The words didn't get into the topic, and the audience sprayed first.

Jiang Qinqin and Gao Yuanyuan, a few little girls, laughed crookedly and hugged each other.

Lin Miao didn't care, and said to herself: "One day, Dan Dan had a whim, and wanted to draw his heroic posture of hunting on the clay pot where the soup was boiled and drunk, so as to show his extraordinary masculine charm. So Dandan found Dongdong, who was the most powerful mural painter in the tribe, and asked Dongdong to draw a ...... for him."

There was another burst of laughter in the classroom.

Wu Lindong behind Lin Miao looked unnatural.

"But Dandan's life is very unruly, just listen to the name, it's round, you can't stand up straight, it's definitely not a good person. So Dandan relied on his high force value, one could fight Dongdong ten, and forced Dongdong to draw a picture for him. Dongdong worked hard for half a day and didn't receive a penny, so he definitely couldn't paint well, so he casually perfunctory. However, Dandan's limbs are developed but his mind is simple, and he has no pursuit of aesthetics.

Just like that, one day passed, and when Dan Dan came back from hunting the next day, he took out the clay pot that Dongdong had painted for him and showed it off in front of Jianguo. Jianguo saw that there was a painting on the jar of Dandan, of course, he was envious! When he asked Dandan, oh, it turned out that Dongdong had painted it, of course, he couldn't help it at night, and he also went to find Dongdong. However, Jianguo must be more reliable than Dandan, the same, just listen to the name, you will know what kind of country will be built if it is not reliable? Therefore, Jianguo thought to himself that since he was looking for someone to do something, he must not go empty-handed! So he brought a leg of mutton and a piece of soap as a reward for working for him.

Dongdong was bullied by Dandan the day before and has been in a bad mood. Seeing the founding of the country again, I was a little emotional. But when Jianguo took out a leg of mutton and soap, eh, the situation will be different now! Be a man, you vote for me as a peach, I will repay it with Li, Jianguo is good to Dongdong, and he healed Dongdong's inner wounds, of course Dongdong painted him well. I painted all night, and I was very excited, and the two of them exchanged feelings while painting, and spent a very good night.

In this way, on the third night, Dan Dan and Jianguo came back from hunting at the same time, and they had a very good harvest, and they were all elated. So Dan Dan continued to take out his clay pot to show off, but he didn't expect Jianguo to take one out at this time, and it looked like he was actually painting better than his! Just because Jianguo's jar was more beautiful than his, he actually poisoned Jianguo's dishes! The ruthless flower of the Western Regions, the broken intestine grass in Mobei, is colorless and tasteless, and he will die if he licks it at one bite! That night, Jianguo ate two catties of cooked beef, and he passed away forever and lived in the hearts of the people.

But Dandan killed Jianguo and was still not angry, and he didn't go hunting on the fourth day, so he specially found Dongdong, beat him up first, and asked while beating, why did you draw Jianguo so well and Lao Tzu so badly! Dongdong already knew that Jianguo was killed by someone at that time, because Jianguo had a good appetite and never foamed at the mouth when he ate, Dongdong looked at his corpse, and knew that Jianguo was definitely not supported to death, but was poisoned! Dongdong took the soap that Jianguo gave him, remembered that beautiful night, and was so sad that he hated to die with Jianguo! He was in pain and drooling, and let Dan Dan beat him badly, and no matter how Dan Dan forced him, he just refused to paint another picture for Dan Dan that was the same as Jianguo. In this way, Dongdong was also killed. ”

"Ah......" The children in the classroom were sentimental.

The leaders, however, all frowned slightly.

This story is told vividly, but why does it sound so awkward?