News of Jane's arrest soon spread throughout Shanghai's concessions.

Early the next morning, Shi Yinai rushed to Jane's house in a hurry.

Since Jian Maosheng's appearance was completely unexpected by everyone, the next two tasks of the director Jian Yi had to be terminated due to this accident; But Shi Yinai has long heard of Hua Ting's marksmanship, and the purpose of coming to Jane's house this time is to persuade Hua Ting to complete the next two assassination missions for Jane.

Does this still need to be persuaded to do so? Flowers want to laugh.

Shi Yinai said: "I am not worried about Jane's arrest, with his IQ, he will come back in two days, but the mission must not be terminated." ”

"Okay, I got it." Hua Ting waved his hand and made an OK gesture.

"It is important to be cautious during the mission." Shi Yinai said as she took out a small piece of yellow paper that had been folded into squares from her purse, and then carefully stuffed the small yellow paper into her hand, "I have translated the content, just press the address on it." ”

"Okay," Hua Ting held the note in the palm of her hand, and saw that Shi Yinai was in a hurry to leave, so she also got up, "Why isn't your partner going to complete the task for him?" ”

"I have my own tasks on my own."

Shi Yinai is like the female spy in all anti-Japanese TV dramas, and when she talks about the word mission, her expression is extremely strict and solemn, which makes Hua can't help but admire.

In the first two hours of the mission, Hua Ting put on a school uniform, straddled a small blue cloth schoolbag, white stockings and black cloth shoes, and his hair was also tied into two simple braids, which was also decent; You must know that in the 21st century, she is indeed a college student.

She stood at the gate of Chongyang University, looking at the female students who walked into the school gate in groups of threes and twos at the door, laughing, except for the changes in school uniforms, she was suddenly no different from modern middle school students.

The classroom is a bungalow, with red tiles and white walls, the windows are bright and clean, the single desks are neatly arranged, the green trees outside the window, the morning sun spills into the room through the gaps in the leaves, the mottled light and shadow gently shake with the wind, and the girls' delicate chatter and laughter sound everywhere.

She suddenly missed her 21st century, the campus and teachers there, and Ding ......

However, now she recalls that Ding Yaoyi, who once made her blush and heartbeat, is no longer the excited and exaggerated heart palpitation at the beginning, but calmly and indifferently without a trace of ripples, she knows that in the past three years since she traveled to the Republic of China, something seems to be quietly changing......

She passed by one familiar classroom door and window after another, and looked at the male classmates in the back row and several girls with bangs playing ambiguously with each other, there was no shortage of whistle poetry, and the commotion in the classroom really taught her to miss her high school career very much.

Hua Ting, as an auditor of this school, sat in the back row of the classroom with those girls wearing school uniforms from different colleges, and heard a male classmate in the front seat say indignantly to the apple-faced girl on the side: "Power conquers a qiē, power is greater than justice, this is the status quo in China!" The elite can harm the common class with impunity, and the republic does not bring us the equality that we imagined! Civilians are still insulted and damaged! ”

That's right.

The apple-faced girl was about to refute something, but the class bell rang, the class fell silent, and the classmates who were still playing in the corridor quickly returned to their places, and when the teacher walked up to the podium, everyone stood up on the ground, bowed and greeted: "Hello teacher!" ”

Hua Ting also does the same, and in a trance it seems to be back to his middle school days.

This class is a Chinese language class, the teacher is very young, wearing a dark blue gown, with a long body, a graceful demeanor, a pair of eyes under the dark sword eyebrows are scorching, and she glanced at the entire classroom with a radiant look, I don't know if it is the illusion of Hua Ting, it seems to stay on her for a few seconds.

After waving his hand and motioning for everyone to sit down, the teacher spoke: "Please turn the book to page 56, the text we are going to study today is Zhang Xuan's Four Scenes Palace Girl Chapter by Yuan Haowen." ”

Hua Ting poked her head and saw the male classmate in front of her open the textbook, and her eyes were full of traditional Chinese characters that made her dizzy.

"Let's start by asking a student to read the original text."

The lesson entered the usual boring mode under the guidance of the young teacher, and the flowers seemed boring, covering their mouths and yawning; No matter what era she traveled to, as long as she was in class, the voice on the other end of the podium chattered in her ears, and she couldn't help but want to doze off.

It seemed that the number of times Huating yawned too often, the young Chinese teacher glanced at her again, gently stretched out his hand and nodded in her direction, and said, "This classmate is probably an auditor, right?" I would like to ask you to translate the last short paragraph of this text. ”

When Hua Ting stood up, the Mandarin teacher added another sentence for her: "The students in the front seat can lend her books." ”

"No need." Hua Ting waved his hand, covered his mouth and yawned.

"This classmate ......"

"I'm biased against the school's curriculum."

"Prejudice?" The young Chinese teacher asked in surprise.

Hua listened to what to say: "It has been several years since the May Fourth Movement, and it was vigorous at that time, is it just a temporary cloud of smoke to China?" The impact of the May Fourth Movement was far-reaching! For example, the New Culture Movement, the Vernacular Literature Movement, which completely changed Chinese literature! Now that there are so many brilliant and wonderful vernacular texts outside, why don't we introduce them in our national language courses, but instead ask us to learn these old eight-strand sauce jar Chinese day after day? ”

She said impassionedly, the Chinese teacher just slightly confused put her slender fingers on her chin and listened, her eyes flashed, and she said with a smile: "The arrangement of the Chinese language curriculum is established by the Department of Education after proper discussion and research, and the classical Chinese has its own beauty of classical Chinese, and studying it can allow today's people to explore and touch the glory and prosperity of the past Chinese civilization, which is not contradictory to the new cultural movement, and there is only development through inheritance, as far as I know, the Department of Education is also studying the reform of the secondary school system and the reform of the relevant curriculum, Please be calm. In addition, if you are interested in vernacular literature, please read it on your own outside of class, okay, let's continue the class. ”

"Oh." Hua Ting sat back in his seat lazily.

Although this Chinese language teacher is young, her teaching skills are still very deep, quoting scriptures, swaying freely, and writing on a handboard is even more beautiful, which is pleasing to her eyes.

The next one is an equally boring history lesson.

The next class is the math class, and a gray-haired but clear-eyed male math teacher who slowly walks onto the podium is the goal of her mission.

It is said that this male mathematics teacher, who is over 60 years old, not only raped several female students at the school, but also colluded with Japanese imperialism to suppress anti-Japanese elements, and for a period of time presided over the intelligence work of China's ** secret underground group, not only leaking military secrets, but also having some kind of improper interests with some Chinese-funded Hong Kong businessmen; not long ago, this male teacher secretly arranged for his wife and children to settle in the United States, and his wife had huge deposits and two mansions worth one million dollars in the United States.

In short, Jane is not a good person.

10 seconds before the class bell rang, Hua Ting took the lead in leaving his seat, felt the revolver on his waist at the back door of the classroom, stepped on the bell and shot the male teacher's head.

Before everyone could react, Hua Ting pulled the canvas strap on her body, turned around, and walked towards the school gate with a dashing step.

Because of the gunshots and the sound of the school bell, the students in the other classrooms did not hear the piercing gunshot just now, and they happily pulled their schoolbags and ran to the school gate with the class bell.

The next assignment was in the evening, and she had an afternoon to pass the time.

Just as she was thinking about whether to go to the Las Vera casino first or check the inventory at the warehouse in the southern suburbs, a gentle male voice sounded above her head, "What school is this classmate?" ”

Hua Ting raised her eyes, it turned out to be the Chinese teacher of the first class.

"Uh...... Chongyang Girls' High School. "Say whatever you want.

"What do you call your classmates? What I just heard you say seems to be a study of Chinese culture? The Chinese teacher was quite interested in what she had just said.

"It's nothing, I'm foolish." Hua Ting unconsciously quickened her pace.

"If you have time to listen to our school classes, it's not as boring as you think."

"Okay, okay."

"My surname is Lu, you can call me Teacher Lu."

"Okay Teacher Lu, goodbye!" (To be continued.) )