The chemistry laboratory is a mix of East and West classrooms, with three rows of Western-style chairs with armrests at the front entrance, but no desks, and a row of glass-doored floor-to-ceiling cabinets against the wall at the back, which contain commonly used experimental equipment and some solid reagents in jars. However, between the Western-style chairs and the cabinet are four Chinese-style Eight Immortal Tables, and twelve Chinese-style square stools arranged around the Eight Immortals Table.

These four Eight Immortal Tables are the experimental tables, with a thick rubber mat on the tabletop, and alcohol lamps, iron racks, and test tube racks resting on them, except that they are not rectangular, they are not much different from the middle school laboratories in later generations.

Most of the girls chose to sit in the second row, but Zhu Jinfeng and the girl with a square face sat in the middle of the front row.

The girl named Daisy was the last to enter, and since entering the gate of the school building, she has fallen to the back of the line. Then she saw that the four chairs in the second row were already full, so she went to the third row and sat down.

Dai Qian is a very tall girl, although she is the youngest in this group of female students, she is the tallest, even taller than Zhu Jinfeng, who is the second tallest. If she sat in the first row, the girls in the back would never want to see the blackboard again.

Ever since she was sensible, Daisy has been cautious with her friends, for fear that one of them will lose their friendship if she is not careful. Just like Mr. Xu's sigh just now, others may think that it was aimed at Zhu Jinfeng, but only she knew that this sigh was for herself. Mandarin is her favorite course, and her essays are often selected by Mr. Xu as model essays to read aloud in the class, but it is such a Mr. Xu, but she overheard it by chance, and when she corrected her homework, she sighed "It's a pity that it's not my race". The meaning is naturally understood, it is nothing more than thinking that a person of her status, even if the Chinese literature is good, what is the use.

Sometimes she felt like the bat in Aesop's Fables, neither a bird nor a beast, and ended up with no friends.

There was a sound of leather shoes coming from the hallway, and then the doorway was blackened, and then a figure seemed to bow its head before entering under the doorframe.

After seeing the people clearly, the atmosphere of the whole classroom was invigorated, and the girls looked at each other and exchanged glances, as if they were silently saying:

"See?"

"See."

"Young ladies and gentlemen, I am your chemistry teacher. Before we begin, let's get acquainted with each other. My name is—"

The visitor barely said any opening remarks, but cut straight to the point. He turned back and wrote a large 'W' on the large blackboard at the front of the classroom, but some chalk ash fell on his cuffs. He dusted off his cuffs, then put the chalk aside and took off his coat, revealing his tight tank top and shirt underneath. The girls found that he was dressed in the opposite of the loose style of the day, the waistcoat and shirt were completely wrapped around the curves of the body, and the trousers were not hung from the body like a flour bag with two suspenders, but with a belt, and they were cut very decently, except that the crotch was slightly shorter, and the trousers ended up above the crotch, instead of being tied all the way above the waist as they remembered.

I saw him throw his shirt towards the podium, and then raised his right wrist to untie the cufflinks that were buttoned on the cuffs, and I didn't see how he stretched his arms, but with a slight flick of his hand, the shiny cufflinks crossed a parabola and landed firmly on the clothes of the podium. Then he rolled up his sleeves, picked up the chalk again, and began to write on the blackboard.

"My name is William Goy," he said, marking Cowie, "Cowie is a Lowland Scottish surname from Cowie Fort near Aberdeen, so I'm a Scotsman. But that's only half of my bloodline, the other half of my blood comes from my mother Mei, who is a Cantonese person, so I'm still Chinese. ”

With that, he threw the chalk into the slot under the blackboard, and then walked around to the front of the podium, half-sitting on the table, arms around his chest, two long legs slightly crossed, and a relaxed conversation.

The sequence of movements that began with the writing of 'W' and ended with this pretended chic gesture, and the pronunciation of the words, which was completely different from the American Southern accent popular at school, were all things that these girls had never experienced in any old young teacher and they were immediately stunned.

"Which lady will introduce herself first?"

Almost all of the girls turned their gaze to the middle of the first row, where sat a girl with a square face.

The girl stood up graciously to introduce herself, but was motioned to sit down again.

"My name is Nancy Song, and my father was a pastor, and he was personally appointed by Bishop McThiers, the head of the Board of Supervisors, because there was no precedent for appointing a Chinese-American pastor in the United States at that time—our school was named in honor of Bishop McThiers. My father is currently running Sunday School at Moore Hall. My mother was the daughter of a pastor who was baptized as a devout believer from an early age. ”

"Is your Chinese name Ailin?"

"Yes." The other party suddenly spoke fluent Chinese, which surprised the girl. It's just that the other party's pronunciation still has some foreign accents, and the tone of the word 'love' sounds a little strange.

Is it the "age" of age? ”

"No, it's the word 'forest' for the woods."

My Chinese name is in the student's name book, if the other party has read the name book, how can I not know how to write my name? If you haven't read the name book, how did the other party know the pronunciation of your name? This is very strange. And his question is also very strange, there are many homophones of "Lin", why do you ask the word "age"?

"So the word "haze" in your name is not the "haze" of haze? ”

No, it's the "love" of benevolence and love for things. ”

"You have two younger sisters, one is called Qinglin and the other is called Meilin, right?"

"Yes, they're all studying here, but they're still in the lower grades."

The girl was completely confused by the question of the hammer and the stick, and the other party always had a smile on her face, as if the answer she gave was so interesting, which made her hair cold, and she was thinking about whether to ask why the other party asked this, but suddenly heard him say: "Which lady is below to introduce herself?" With that, he left the podium and walked towards the back rows of seats.

Dai Qian saw that the teacher ignored Zhu Jinfeng and a few other girls who were about to speak enthusiastically, but walked towards her, and suddenly became nervous.

"Can you tell us about yourself? Lady? The other party asked.

"I, my name is Daisy," Daisy stammered a little, "Well, my full name is Margaret Lee, and my father ......"

"Are the French?"

"What?"

"Your mother is supposed to be of French descent, right?"

Daisy's eyes widened, not understanding how the other party could know this, unlike other girls, she never mentioned family affairs at school.

Her eyes were blue-gray, different from Lian Jisheng's slightly dull gray, a color of sky blue and gray, as cold as ice crystals.

"Daisy is your nickname, right? In fact, sometimes based on your nickname and real name, you can guess where you are from. "Take Margaret as an example, if your ancestral home is from England, Germany, or Sweden, your nickname will most likely be Greta; If it is Spanish, then the nickname may be Tata; If it's Italy, Russia, or Portugal, the nickname might be Rita. And Margaret has a meaning in French for calendula, which is exactly what Daisy meant – calendula, so I'll guess you're of French descent. ”