Next, the two little old men began to tear it up, you take a bite and I take a bite, a bottle of three-pound daughter red, more than half an hour, it was drunk by two people.

Wang Changzhi was so drunk that he didn't care about getting on the kang, so he went directly to the spot, turned over a few times, and directly became a clay figure, snoring and snoring.

The fifth sword has a lot of wine, and after drinking it, he wanted to open another bottle, and after thinking about it, he scratched his scalp and put the wine back.

"I'll drink ...... next time"

Woo said this thickly, pushed the remaining two jars of wine to the corner, and covered them with a few books, and then ignored Bai Feng, and ran to the table to eat the half bucket of instant noodles again.

Bai Feng looked at Wang Changzhi, who had become a mud monkey, and stretched out his hand, but he didn't know what to do......

It's difficult to even sit in this house, she really doesn't know where to put Wang Changzhi, and in the end she really has no choice, so she can only find a bundle of toilet paper from the sofa and put it under Wang Changzhi's head, afraid that the ground will be cold, and put a layer of books under his body.

After sitting on the side and waiting for three or four hours, he called Wang Changzhi up, helped him and the fifth sword to say goodbye and went downstairs.

Wang Changzhi drank too much, and she had to try out tomorrow, so she would definitely not be able to go back to Xianyang City, so after thinking about it, she simply opened a room for him next to the school and settled him down, so Bai Feng lived in the next room.

The next day, Wang Changzhi got up quite early, the two had breakfast, Wang Changzhi took Bai Feng and rushed to the fifth sword's house again, shouting while rushing back.

"It's not okay not to look for this grandson, this grandson has Alzheimer's, he forgets better than remembers, and he must have forgotten about your trial class......

After the two went upstairs, sure enough, the fifth sword touched his head again and was dazed, and it took a long time to remember.

In the end, the scheduled trial class was postponed to 11 noon......

In her previous life, Bai Feng didn't even know that the door of Peking University was open to which side, and she couldn't imagine that she could stand on the podium of Peking University now, and she was a little nervous.

This feeling is completely different from standing on the stage, where she can think of the heads of the audience below as watermelons, as if she were standing in a watermelon field.

But now, there are more than 50 professors from the Chinese Department of Peking University sitting at the bottom, and they pick out one at random, which is the Taishan Beidou in the Chinese literary world, and any one of them is a monster who is rich and rich......

At this moment, Bai Feng looked at the professors below, and the professors below were also looking at her.

For the fifth sword, although this group of professors has a lot of complaints, but they are book maniacs, and they can't learn others, so naturally they can't talk about others, but for Bai Feng, their opinions are too big.

As soon as he sat down, someone snorted.

"Just kidding, let's have a group of professors listen to a little girl give a lecture?

"That's it, it's 11 o'clock now, don't delay the meal time when you listen to the class......

"What kind of appreciation of ancient poetry does a little girl know, Lao Song and several of them have been studying the subject of the Red Chamber all their lives, and they have not studied any famous halls, could it be that this little girl is more powerful than Lao Song?"

"This can't be a student of the Fifth Sword, right?"

", this book madman has been alone all his life, how can he accept students?"

"You're wondering, which one is Professor Fifth playing today......

……

At this moment, the fifth sword was a little displeased, coughed, stood up and glared at everyone.

"What are you arguing about? There is no order to learn, and the master is the teacher! You still don't understand this truth? Besides, today is just a trial class, if you are not satisfied after listening, just mention it, don't whisper below!"

This group of people seemed to be quite afraid of him, and after being reprimanded, they immediately behaved a lot, and then he nodded at Bai Feng again.

"Okay, you can talk, but it's only 40 minutes. ”

"Yes, Fifth Teacher. ”

Bai Feng smiled, and then opened his mouth to talk about the topic that he had thought about last night, and it was also the topic that could most mobilize the emotions of literati and artists - nostalgia!

"Ladies and gentlemen, professors, today I am not going to dissect a poem or a poem, but I am going to dissect a theme, a theme called nostalgia. Let me use poetry to take you into different nostalgia!"

Bai Feng smiled, and was about to start talking, when a professor below sneered.

"Hehe, classmate, I still think that you can find an ancient poem for us to appreciate, and directly do a theme appreciation and analysis, I'm afraid you won't be able to control it......"

As soon as he spoke, the others immediately chimed in.

"That's it, how many ancient poems can you learn at such a young age? I think you still tell one honestly, and when the time comes, we will be stumped and won't be able to get off the stage, and it's not good to lose the face of the fifth professor......"

"I agree, let's talk about it simply, don't make it difficult to ...... for yourself"

"In front of us, you don't have to pretend to be a rich student, and you will be found by us......"

……

The fifth sword wanted to be angry, but when he saw Bai Feng smiling, he spoke softly.

"Hehe, the professors are right, but I hope the professors can raise their hands the next time they speak, otherwise the classroom discipline posted on the wall doesn't seem to look good......"

Bai Feng smiled and pointed to the green class discipline regulations posted on the wall next to him, and the most eye-catching one was 'quiet in class, raise your hand when you speak'!

All the professors were embarrassed, and they wanted to refute two sentences, but they really couldn't find a suitable excuse, after all, this was a trial class, which meant that Bai Feng was a teacher and they were students.

Bai Feng smiled, adjusted his mood and began to read lightly.

"When I was a child, nostalgia was a postage stamp, I was at this end and my mother was at that end. When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket, I was at this end, and the bride was at that end. Later, nostalgia was a low grave, I was outside, and my mother was inside...... Modern people like to use this simple and easy-to-understand poem to describe nostalgia, but in ancient times, literati and scholars liked to use different things to express nostalgia, such as ...... Uh, well, Professor Zhang......"

Bai Feng was speechless, and as soon as he started, he saw a white-bearded old man raise his hand, helpless, and let the other party speak.

Professor Zhang's face was strictly forbidden, and he got up and asked.

"Who wrote this modern poem you just read? Why haven't I heard it?"

"Hehe, Professor Zhang, this is what I just did. ”

"What? You? Or did you just do it? This can't be, this modern poem is reciprocating, the rhythm is unified, one song and three sighs, it is an absolutely classic nostalgic modern poem, it can't be done by you! You must have plagiarized!"

Bai Feng shrugged helplessly.

"Well, Professor Zhang, I can't convince you, if you like to explore this topic...... Is it okay to talk later? After all, I only have forty minutes, uh...... Thirty-three minutes are left now......"