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"Perspectives on Comparative History" is only an introductory course in comparative history, aiming to introduce the basic characteristics and trends of comparative history, and to discuss exemplary cases through guò, and to introduce the ways and methods of studying comparative history.

The class, which began at half past nine and ended at eleven o'clock sharp, lasted an hour and a half.

When the bell rang at the end of class, Qu Suyou, who had just finished talking about the part of "What is Comparative Historiography", talked and laughed freely on the surface, but in fact secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Although she has been a teaching assistant for one semester and substituted Professor Wang Limin for about two weeks last semester, she is still a little apprehensive when she officially teaches classes as a lecturer.

First, the students she faces are too good, they are still about the same age, they have no authoritative surnames, and their prestige is not enough to convince the public, which requires her to go to the lecture road of interesting surnames.

Second, she felt that her experience was still insufficient, and when she was in class, she would suddenly get stuck at a certain node, and her mind would be blank. If it weren't for the thorough preparation, all the node difficulties and answers were listed on a piece of paper and solved in time, I am afraid that it would be a joke.

What's even more strict is that the content of one lesson specified in the syllabus should be postponed to the next class.

Qu Suyou looked at the students who were packing up their things and preparing to leave, and said with a smile: "Okay, the time for class has come, and I won't delay the time, let everyone go to free activities." However, the following conventions are—"

"Reference list!" Someone replied.

There was a wail in the classroom.

"Who wants to volunteer for everyone?" Qu Suyou raised the book list in his hand and said with a smile, "Declare in advance, this is for the sake of classmates, no extra points." ”

Although this lecturer is a little too young, she is approachable, can get along with everyone, and is beautiful, so both men and women have a good impression of her. Soon someone walked up and took the initiative to take the list of books in her hand.

A Comparative History of the World, published by the historians of the Federal Republic of Germany, Arnault and Annelisa, English translation. Professor Blake of Princeton University, "The Dynamics of Modernization: A Comparative Historical Study", and Barrington. Moore's "The Social Origins of ** and Ming Cooking".

Fortunately, there were only three books on this list, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But just as everyone was about to cheer out of the classroom, Qu Suyou poured a basin of cold water on it "in time".

"There is another one, study the notebook, don't forget it. In order to save everyone's time, the study notes do not need to be too long, of course, not too short, only 500 to 800 words. ”

The so-called study notebook is to discuss and reflect on the exhibition, theories and methods of comparative historiography written in the reference book after reading the reference book. Three books, just pick one book to write.

At this point, the whole class is completely over.

Lin Jing stood up and silently packed up the books, notebooks and pens on the table and put them in her backpack, and walked towards the back door of the classroom with the flow of people.

It's just that when she walked out of the school building and was about to step towards the bicycle shed, there was a sudden violent roar of motivation behind her.

When she looked back, a sports car with a red body, a slender wedge-shaped, extremely simple shape and extremely arrogant and domineering was like an arrow off the string.

"Danger!"

In the screams of the bystanders, in the shrill and sharp grinding sound, the sports car came to a halt next to her with a great flick, almost horizontally.

Lin Jing glanced at the distance between the front of the car and her, which was about thirty centimeters.

"Where did the madman come from, don't die, do you want to hit someone?"

"It's good that I didn't hit it."

"Lin Jing, are you okay?" A girl who knew Lin Jing hurriedly walked up, patted Lin Jing on the shoulder, and asked with palpitations.

"It's okay, thank you." Lin Jing shook her head and replied.

Just now, the moment the sports car rushed over, she didn't feel too much in her heart, and she didn't even have the idea of running away.

"Are you really fine, do you want to go to the infirmary for a check-up?" The girl asked again a little uneasy.

"No, it's really fine."

On the other side, the people who came out of the school building saw the sports car and exclaimed in surprise: "Wow, it's the third-generation Pontic Firebird that only came out last year!" ”

"So handsome!"

"That's cool!"

"Neurotic things, handsome and cool can be eaten, and I almost hit someone."

……

With a slight pneumatic sound, the door of the Pontic Firebird opened, and the first thing that came out was a shiny leather shoe, and then a young man in a black suit and leather shoes, with a tall figure and a handsome face.

After the young man came out, he first looked around, then turned his head and smiled at Lin Jing, then walked to the other side of the car door, opened the car door, and bent down to make a gesture of invitation to Lin Jing: "Miss Lin, please get in the car!" ”

"I knew each other." Someone suddenly realized.

A few people who were about to walk over and comfort Lin Jing all stopped when they heard this.

"What about knowing, the joke is too much. You didn't see how fast the car was just now, and I was so far away that my legs were so scared. ”

"Is it a friend, a boyfriend or a girlfriend?"

"Impossible, you see Lin Jing's reaction is very indifferent."

"For this kind of person, he shouldn't be dumped at all!"

……

Lin Jing glanced at the young man lightly, isn't this the new Yi'an's Li Yutian? Sending flowers every day, it seems that it is a little annoying, I can't sit still, and I want to come forward in person. It's just that I don't know if the roses accepted by Aunt Li, the housekeeper, are enough to open a small flower shop?

With this kind of person, she has never had a good face.

Lin Jing was too lazy and disdained to talk to Li Yutian, so she walked around him and the sports car with an expressionless face, and walked straight towards the bicycle shed.

"That's really handsome!"

Seeing that Lin Jing turned a blind eye to Li Yutian's invitation and would rather ride a bicycle alone than get into his car, some people felt very relieved in their hearts and applauded quietly.

Fresh clothes and luxury cars, what about being young and golden, just when you are air!

Next, they saw that Lin Jing was riding a bicycle in front, and the young man was slowly following behind in the third-generation Pontic Firebird, heading in the direction of the restaurant.

"Isn't that a big hooligan Li, why did he come here again, it seems that he can't clean him up, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead?"

But it was Qu Suyou who walked out of the door of the classroom and looked down on the balcony, just when Li Yutian was asking Lin Jing to get in the car, he muttered.

"No, don't let this guy bother my students!"

Qu Suyou muttered to herself and hurried downstairs.

(Comparative history is useful, so don't be annoyed.) ）