I recalled it carefully and began to answer the question: "First, after Yuan Shikai's death, the Beiyang warlords split into three major factions: the Anhui faction, the direct faction, and the Feng faction. ”

"Duan Qirui of the Anhui system, with the support of Japan, controlled the provinces of Anhui, Zhejiang, Fujian, Shandong, and Shaanxi; The direct Feng Guozhang, with the support of Britain and the United States, controlled the provinces of Suzhou, Jiangxi, Hubei and Zhili in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River; Zhang Zuolin, who is in the Feng department, takes Japan as his backer and occupies the three northeastern provinces. ”

"After that, the Jin warlord Yan Xishan in Shanxi, Zhang Xun's Dingwu army in Xuzhou, the Yunnan warlord Tang Jiyao in the southwest and the Gui warlord Lu Rongting rose rapidly, and the Beiyang warlords fell into a melee and fought endlessly."

"Wow!" I heard exclamations in the classroom: "Liberal arts students are different, I know all of this clearly." ”

"I took this elementary school girl. I thought that only us boys would know about this military history. As a result, people know a lot more, and they will turn you into scum in an instant. ”

"Just now I thought she was reciting Baidu entries. Now it seems that I am alone. ”

"Isn't that normal? Jiang Yueze's fancy person, how bad can he be? ”

"That's right. Grow well, study well, tsk. ”

"Sour, huh? Such a person is not himself. ”

"Begging for a beating, you?"

The teacher ignored these little noises, paced back and forth on the podium, his sharp eyes emitting an awe-inspiring light through the small glasses, and continued to ask me: "Which faction do Sun Chuanfang and Wu Peifu belong to?" When did it rise? ”

I didn't think about it: "They are all direct families, Sun Chuanfang rose in the Zhiwan War, rose all the way, and became the king of the southeast; And Wu Peifu became famous in the Zhiwan War, turned the tide in the Zhifeng War, and became one of the leaders of the direct army. ”

The teacher nodded approvingly, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that I had passed this level.

Who knew that the teacher just said "good" lightly, and continued to ask: "Of the three warlords in the later stage of the Beiyang warlords, who is the strongest?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then thought carefully: "The three major warlords in the later period, Sun Chuanfang, the king of the southeast, served as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces of Zhejiang, Fujian, Jiangsu, Anhui, and Jiangxi. ”

The teacher nodded again: "That's right, go on." ”

I had no choice but to stubbornly continue to answer: "Zhang Zuolin is known as the "King of the Northeast", the leader of the Beiyang Army, and he is one of the main targets of the Northern Expedition in the later period. ”

And Wu Peifu was born in Xiucai, the first general and think tank of Cao Kun, the leader of the warlords. He once fought Anxiang, defeated Anhui again, fought three battles in Dinghu, and fought four battles to conquer Feng, and was known as the "victorious general", so it became a strong force on the three-legged side. ”

The teacher continued to nod: "Good analysis. But you didn't answer my question. ”

I was a little unsure and said, "I don't remember exactly, but it should be Sun Chuanfang, because he has the army of the five provinces." ”

The teacher looked at me and didn't speak immediately, but Jiang Yueze hummed lightly and encouraged me softly: "Be confident." You answered very well. ”

My heart brightened all of a sudden, and I didn't care what the teacher was saying.

At this time, the teacher's expression also changed, from the image of a serious old professor to a smiling and kind old man.

He waved his hand, and I was greatly relieved, and sat down a little embarrassed.

Without waiting for me to sit down, Senior Chen Zheng seemed to have discovered a new continent, and he was rarely warmer, and he had to talk to me from two seats:

"You are welcome to join the Literary Club at any time, I promise, you will not be disappointed."

I was stunned for a second, not knowing how to answer, so I had to euphemistically: "I'll go to the event." ”

Chen Zheng nodded: "There is an event, I'll let Yue Ze tell you." ”

I should come down: "Okay." Thank you, senior.

But he didn't immediately comment on my answer, but said something else slowly: "Our Chongwen University is a comprehensive university. Listening to the name, you know that you are very yearning, and I have always paid attention to cultivating the literary literacy of my classmates. ”

"Therefore, you, the future pillars of the country, are indispensable for literary literacy, and you must know more about history and human geography to go further."

"I hope that one day in the near future, when I go to class, the lesson plan will not distinguish between the Liberal Arts and the Faculty of Science, and everyone will be able to answer every question I ask clearly, just like this little girl."

"This little girl is very knowledgeable, and she deserves to be the signboard of the Chongwen School of Economics and Management. Everyone should give her a round of applause and encouragement. ”

The senior brothers and sisters in the classroom all applauded cooperatively, and even Yan Bo and Chen Zheng didn't know when they raised their heads, looked at me with the eyes of a kind old father, and applauded vigorously.

Phew, it looks like the teacher doesn't hate me anymore. All of a sudden, my heart was like lighting a small flame, and I couldn't do it with joy.

But I didn't look at Jiang Yueze's expression, nor did I pay attention to Yu Wanzhou's ridicule, pretending to read the book as if nothing happened, but in fact I didn't read a word.

In the next second, the bones were distinct, and a slender white hand appeared on my book, and the moment I moved away, a separately wrapped word plum was revealed.

I instantly laughed happily, turned my head to look at him, and whispered to him to praise: "Am I amazing?" ”

He smiled and nodded, with stars in his eyes: "Hmm." ”

Then I turned my head in satisfaction and continued reading.

Now, I can read every word in the book.

A class goes by so slowly. In the last 10 minutes, the teacher asked each student to take out an A4 piece of paper and take a quiz.

The sound of the whole classroom in an instant, the sound of whispered conversation, is incomparably natural and harmonious.

And it was just me, sitting there helpless, not knowing how to handle this link. And at this time, Jiang Yueze gave me a piece of paper.

Somewhat surprised, I pointed to myself: Am I going to do it too?

Jiang Yueze nodded, with a positive light in his eyes: "I remember, you like history the most." ”

I smiled, took the paper, and parted my hair a little embarrassedly: "But I didn't learn this history very well." ”

Jiang Yueze didn't rush to argue, just bent his fingers slightly, pointed to the question on the blackboard, and said softly: "You can answer this question very well." ”

I followed his finger and saw the third question on the blackboard: the meaning of the Red Army's Long March.

As soon as I looked at it, certain memories instantly flooded into my mind.

At that time, I was still in my first year of high school. It's late autumn, the first monthly exam has ended, and because of my proud results in liberal arts, I have been in the top three of my class.

At that time, there was an unwritten rule in Rencheng No. 1 Middle School: after the first monthly exam, you had to change seats, and the teachers who had weak subjects would take special care.

And I deliberately didn't answer the last question of mathematics and physics because I knew it in advance.

Everything was as I expected, and the teacher immediately noticed me and told me to go to the office to talk.

After a conversation, I succeeded and was replaced by Jiang Yueze's side.

I was so happy that I even jumped back to the classroom, and at that time, I felt that the bustling corridors had become very long, and my heart was like a bird leaving home, and I wanted to fly back to the class and move my desk over.

Quickly arrived at the door, took a few steps back, straightened his hair, and breathed a long sigh of relief, and then returned to his position "calmly", pretending that nothing had happened.

In that class of Chinese class, I didn't listen to a word of what the teacher said, I only knew that I was looking forward to the end of class, looking at the chocolate on my desk and smirking in a daze, and from time to time I looked at Jiang Yueze taking notes seriously and became a nymphomaniac, imagining the picture of us greeting each other, and even rehearsed in my mind many times the first sentence I said after becoming his tablemate.

The intonation, the number of words, are all being weighed over and over again.

It's finally time for class to end. When I heard the bell for the end of class, my eyes lit up.

This kind of hard work that tried to suppress the joy in his heart disappeared the moment the head teacher came in.

Watching the head teacher walk from the door to the podium, my heart beat faster and faster, faster and faster, and the anticipation in my eyes turned from a small spark to a flame, and finally when he announced the change of place, it turned into a firework, and it bloomed in my heart with a bang.

I still remember the yin and yang weird tones of envy, jealousy and hatred, the anger of the teachers who reprimanded them, and the teasing and jokes of my friends. The most memorable thing is that Jiang Yueze crossed his classmates and gave him a generally indifferent but friendly look.

Passing over the dwarf crowd, a firm and serious look.

In front of everyone's attention, I moved all my things to Jiang Yueze's side, and I was nervous and nervous as I packed up my things and thought about how I should talk to him.

When I finished packing up my things and the class bell rang, and the history teacher came in and handed out a lesson plan telling us to learn the lesson "Ten Years of Confrontation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party", I hadn't figured out how to talk to him.

After absent-mindedly reviewing the textbook, I listened to the teacher for most of the lesson with my left ear and out of my right ear, and it was only when the teacher asked the table to discuss the meaning of the Red Army's Long March, and I finally had a justifiable excuse to talk to him.

I leaned over to the side, tried to suppress the tension and excitement in my heart, smiled softly and generously, put the chocolate I had prepared on his book, and pointed, "Thank you for the military training." ”

He blinked, looked at the chocolate in the book, looked at me, and it was confiscated.

I don't know where my bad intentions came from, and when I saw him so dazed and serious, I couldn't help but want to "tease" him.

So, I changed my smile and became bright and frivolous, and my tone was cheerful and improper: "There is borrowing and repaying, and it is not difficult to borrow again." If you accept it, I will continue to be cheeky and trouble you in the future, at the same table. ”

He looked at me fixedly, his eyes were kaleidoscopic and colorful. I managed to keep my sanity so that I wasn't deluded.

Just when I couldn't hold on to being a nymphomaniac, the teacher shouted and called my name.

I quickly came back to my senses and stood up, but the teacher had already walked down quickly. I looked at the chocolate on Jiang Yueze's book, and then looked at Jiang Yueze's immobile appearance, my heart was in my throat, but I still didn't move my neck.

But in my heart, I shouted that it was over, and it was going to be cold now. My eyes slowly closed, ready for my own storm. 2k reading web