When the bell rang, a person walked in the front door of the classroom.

I saw that the man was dressed in black and white: a white sweater and black trousers, short hair, and a few small strands of hair on his forehead were neatly gathered behind his ears, revealing a full forehead and a soft face.

"Is this the history teacher you said was transferred from Lingnuo Middle School?" Geng Xinyu gently tapped He Shiling's shoulder, "It looks very refreshing and capable." ”

"Hmm." He Shiling, who was sitting by the window, answered softly, watched the man walk to the podium, put down the book, and looked around the classroom, the teacher seconded from Lingnuo Middle School, this is the first one, Teacher Tan Xiling.

I am used to seeing a female teacher with long hair fluttering, and suddenly such a female teacher with very short hair suddenly appeared, and I suddenly felt heroic. This black and white classic has a kind of beauty and wisdom that has been experienced over the years, which should be the so-called "intellectual beauty".

"Good afternoon, everyone, class." A mezzo-soprano rang out in the classroom.

"Stand up." "Hello teacher." "Hello students, please be seated."

In the sound of Suosuo's seat, He Shiling heard Ling Mengchu's muttering, "We are all high school students, and this rule of standing up and saying hello is for elementary school students and junior high school students, okay." ”

"Makes sense." Geng Xinyu's laughter came from behind, "But, there are no rules, you can't be square." ”

"This is another teacher like no other." Wang Xiaoxiao muttered quietly on the side, took the history textbook and spread it out in front of him.

"I heard that it's not a small source." Geng Xinyu smiled and took the history textbook in front of him. I don't know, what surprises will this teacher bring to them, I glanced at He Shiling sitting by the window again, I hope she will not be "hand-picked" again.

"I'm Tan Xiling, your history teacher this semester." Tan Xiling smiled and took the chalk, turned sideways, and wrote the word "Tan" on the blackboard.

"Oh, Tan, teacher." "Tan Citong's Tan." "Celebrities." "Lao Wen, are you retired?" "I guess, my hair is all white, I guess I'll retreat." "Teacher Tan, where is this sacred?" "I don't know, I haven't seen it." "No, I guess I just got it from somewhere."

There was a slight discussion in the classroom, and in that kind of discussion, mixed with the voices of Guo Wenwen and Wang Xinyi, "The teacher's hair is so short." "From the back, it looks like a boy."

"It's called personality, do you understand?" Ling Mengchu replied softly, "I like this teacher's hairstyle." ”

"Personality? Do you think it resembles your hairstyle? Let's gather like things. Wang Xinyi took the textbook in front of him and glanced back.

"That's right, these oblique bangs are better than mine." Ling Mengchu said thoughtfully, "I'm going to keep the front one a little longer." ”

"You? Forget it, you have a round face, commonly known as a big pie face," Wang Xinyi said with a smile, "The teacher is a standard melon seed face." ”

"Hey, do you talk like that? I'm obviously a peach face. Ling Mengchu gently poked Wang Xinyi's back from the corner of the textbook, "Besides, I'll do it." ”

"I'm telling the truth, and I can't change the facts.

"However, Xinyu can try this hairstyle." Guo Wenwen, who had not made a sound for a long time, sat sideways and looked in the direction of the podium, glanced back, blocked her face with her hand, and whispered.

"Good advice." He Shiling, who was listening on the side, responded with a smile, but saw Tan Xiling's gaze looking here, stopped the pen that was turning, and nodded in the direction of the podium, "Shh." ”

Wang Xinyi immediately turned his head, Guo Wenwen was still sitting sideways and looking at the podium, Ling Mengchu sat up slightly straighter and raised his head from the textbook.

"Yes, Tan of Tan Ancestral Hall." Tan Xiling on the podium, "Since we talked about Tan Citong, let's talk about this person." ”

"Talk, Teacher?" Du Xiaofeng's voice came from the back of the classroom.

"Do you want to talk, Teacher?" "Chat, we liked it the most." Someone in the classroom chimed in.

"Chatting, every teacher who comes to Class 5 likes to chat before class." Tang Ji glanced at Ling Chuyang, and then turned to Du Xiaofeng, "PP." ”

Du Xiaofeng looked at Tang Ji, "Huh? ”

"This history teacher also likes to chat?" Tang Ji took the textbook and moved it to the left corner of the table.

"I don't know," Du Xiaofeng took the textbook and moved it to the right corner of the desk, "I haven't seen it, I don't understand." ”

"Oh." Tang Ji turned his head to look at Ling Chuyang, who was looking through the history textbook with his head down.

"Yes, chat, talk about Tan Ci and his people." Tan Xiling walked off the podium with a smile and walked to Fang Di's side.

"Tan Ci is also one of the six gentlemen of Wuxu." The classroom said in unison.

"Hmm. Very good. What else? Tan Xiling nodded and continued to ask.

"A famous politician and thinker of the modern Chinese bourgeoisie, and a man of aspiration for the Restoration."

"Well, yes, go ahead." Tan Xiling nodded and walked towards the middle of the classroom.

"Continue? What else? "It's difficult, you have to dig up Tan Citong's birthday." "Do you think you're gossip entertainer?" "It's not. I'll just tell you about it. ”

There was a low buzz in the classroom.

"Tan Citong was born in 1865 and died in 1898 (the twenty-fourth year of Guangxu), the word was reborn, the number Zhuangfei, a native of Liuyang, Hunan, wrote "Renxue", which is the first philosophical work of the Restoration, and is also an important work in the history of modern Chinese thought."

A voice came from the middle of the classroom, the voice of a slightly hoarse girl.

"Whose voice is this? Did you really pick up all the numbers of life and pawns? Tang Ji followed the prestige, and saw that the history teacher also turned around and turned back to find the source of the sound.

"In his early years, he hosted the School of Current Affairs, the Southern Society, and the Hunan Daily, advocating the opening of mines and the construction of railways, and was arrested in Liuyang Hall on September 24, 1989, and died heroically at the Caishikou Execution Ground outside Xuanwu Gate in Beijing on September 28, at the age of 33."

The voice continued to sound, and Tang Ji realized that it was Tan Lin. Isn't it, didn't Du Xiaofeng say that Tan Lin's historical achievements are weak?

"Well, yes, what's more?" Tan Xiling walked to Tan Lin's seat.

"Tan Gong is determined to die for the change of law to awaken the insensitive people." The change of the law in various countries is all made from the shedding of blood, and today China has not heard of anyone who has shed blood because of the change of the law, and the reason why this country is not prosperous. Yes, please start from the same time! Then he was generous and righteous, though tragic and shocking to the world. Tan Lin continued.

Tang Ji glanced at Ling Chuyang, this anecdote of a historical figure was his strong point, "She's right?" ”

"Yes." Ling Chuyang responded.

"PP, what's the situation?" Tang Ji took the book and looked at Du Xiaofeng, "Is your information wrong?" ”

Du Xiaofeng blinked, glanced at Tang Ji, then looked at the left front of the classroom, lowered his head, took the book and leaned over, "Maybe." ”

"Tan Gong once wrote a poem before going to righteousness: Looking at the door to stop thinking about Zhang Jian, endure death and wait for Du Gen. I smiled at the sky with my horizontal knife, and went to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun. Another girl's voice sounded in the classroom, as if it was Tan Lin's tablemate, Li Wenyue.

"Good." Tan Xiling looked at the two of them and nodded. "Well said."

In that kind of praise, mixed with Ling Mengchu's muttering: Didn't you say that Tan Lin had poor historical grades? That's obviously very good, okay.

"Are we mistaken?" Geng Xinyu nodded He Shiling's shoulder.

"That's right." He Shiling responded, looking at the middle of the classroom, Tan Xiling had a smile on her face.

"How do you explain that?" Geng Xinyu asked.

"Tan Lin, also surnamed Tan." He Shiling laughed.

"Oh!" Geng Xinyu chuckled, and the person with the same name naturally knew everything.

"Is that so?" Ling Mengchu blinked, "I thought Du Xiaofeng was wrong." ”

"You are not the same as the one in the Ming Dynasty." Geng Xinyu smiled, "Don't turn your head, be careful of being targeted by the history teacher." ”

"Well, that makes sense." Ling Mengchu glanced back at Geng Xinyu thoughtfully.

It turns out that this is the Three Tan Division!