Homework?

Homework.

Homework!

Song Chunlin muttered quietly, through the swirling lenses, he seemed to see a black hole in his eyes, deep and distant, but more confused.

Qin Wanli also seemed to have eaten a fly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his throat rolled up and down, and his stomach churned.

No matter what era it is, homework has always been a dream demon carried by Chinese students, which has traveled through ancient and modern times and has a long history.

Growing up, there was no way to escape.

From 1+2=3 to a graduation thesis spanning several years, homework has always accompanied us as we grow.

Now seeing the honor of the two students, Xu San knew that they must have not finished their homework.

It's not that they are lazy and don't write, but more because they can't, high school is not a private school, and there are a lot of things to learn, such as mathematics, physics and chemistry, and there may not be anyone around to help them.

Xu San smashed his mouth, pulled a chair and made it, poured himself a cup of tea, and then looked at the two students who were not doing their jobs with interest.

If you don't write your homework, you don't write it, but it's not right for you to spend your parents' money on alcohol.

Forget it, aren't all the rich second generations like this, Xu San is not their parent, of course he can't care about it.

But there was one thing that worried him.

In November 37, Taiyuan fell, and the defense of Taiyuan ended.

What Taiyuan looked like after that, Xu San, who understands history, certainly knows.

In this context, although schools can be opened, it is conceivable what is taught.

Patriotic education is definitely not there, and brainwashing education should be indispensable.

As for high school, it is still named Heyuan, and Xu San estimates that it is run by devils and used to cultivate traitors.

sighed lightly in my heart, I just hope that these students still have a conscience in their hearts.

After drinking a glass of water, Xu San said in Japanese: "What homework did the teacher leave during this winter vacation?" ”

The sudden burst of Japanese bewildered everyone in the room, including Sister Hua and Xiaohong.

The room was quiet for a while, and then Song Chunlin said, "Are you a traitor?" ”

"yes!" Xu San replied with a smile, and opened the placket to reveal the gun, but in his heart he was complaining that this Song Chunlin was making a bit of a fuss, why is the labor-management association a traitor in Japanese?

But think about it, in these years, there are indeed a lot of traitor translations, at least in the TV series.

Seeing the gun again, a frightened expression appeared on Song Chunlin's face.

But Xu San also showed firmness and struggle on his face, and at the same time, his eyes when he looked at Sister Hua and Xiaohong also showed disgust, and it seemed that Sister Hua was also classified as Xu San.

Fortunately, I still have a conscience and have not been brainwashed.

"Don't you understand what I just said?" Xu San asked gloomily.

"I don't understand, I just know what Sen Sen means by being a teacher." Song Chunlin's tone was firm and resolute not to be with traitors.

Shake your clothes and cover your gun, "Why don't you learn Japanese?" ”

"Humph!" Song Chunlin snorted coldly, and glanced at Xu San, meaning, this is not clear, traitors only learn Japanese.

When Xu San saw this honor, he scolded in his heart, sb, why don't you learn if you have the opportunity, don't you know one more skill and one more way?

"Okay, if you don't study, you won't study, I just asked you what homework you left for the winter vacation?" Xu San continued the topic just now.

"Can you handle it? You're not my teacher. Song Chunlin's tone was not good, and he was quite a bit of a child's tone.

Xu San turned to Qin Wanli and said, "You, Qin Gongzi, have you finished your homework?" ”

"Why are you asking this?"

Xu San raised his face and tried to imitate the appearance of a high school teacher: "Idle is idle, check your homework." ”

"Check? You? Did you go to school? Qin Wanli looked at Xu San's bare head and the black short coat with an open placket, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a traitor. This kind of person is also worthy of school?

"Why, look down on people, huh? Although the name of my school is not passed down, it is not a problem to help you with your homework. Xu San said confidently, and then flashed the gun again.

Qin Wanli felt bitter in his heart, and said in his heart, I recruited someone to provoke someone.

I just brought my classmates to drink a flower wine, how could I run into such a plague god?

Generally, those who come to this place to rob girls are either compared with wealth or talent.

You are Qiu Ba unreasonable, even if you are arrogant, why do you still check your homework?

This is really a show to meet a soldier, and you can only tell it clearly after completing your homework.

Qin Wanli lost the arrogance he had just now at this time, but his face was still a little unconvinced: "No! Neither of us is sick in the brain, drinking flower wine and carrying homework. ”

"That.... That one.... I brought it. Song Chunlin said in a low voice.

Originally, I wanted to tease these two students and scare them away, but I didn't expect this Song Chunlin to really come with homework, do you expect Sister Hua to will?

"Since you brought it, let's take a look." Xu San said stubbornly, he almost forgot about mathematics, physics and chemistry in high school, or not, but it would be a loss for adults.

After thinking about it, anyway, labor and management don't feel ashamed to play traitors, and it's nothing if they don't know how to pretend to understand.

Song Chunlin seemed to struggle in his heart for a moment, and then took out a scroll from his schoolbag.

At this time, he was angry, and the bald head in front of him, although he looked fierce, what he said should not be groundless, because he knew how difficult it was to learn a foreign language fluently, so he took out the mathematics that gave him the most headache, so as to give this traitor a disadvantage.

A school bag, a roll!

It's something I miss so much.

Xu San can only remember the lost youth in his heart.

The volume is incomplete, there is only one page, it is printed in ink, or handwritten, but looking at the neat font, Xu San can't help but sigh, the teacher who produced the volume is very attentive.

Looking at the scroll in his hand, the corners of Xu San's mouth rose, "The teacher who taught you math is a Chinese?" ”

"Yes."

"Teaching at a school opened by Dongying, he is also a traitor, right?"

Xu San's words touched Song Chunlin's sensitive nerves, so he roared angrily, "No! ”

"Really?" Xu San's expression was contemptuous, and there was a hint of disbelief in his tone.

Song Chunlin still wanted to argue, but Qin Wanli covered his mouth, pulled him aside, and then said, "Aren't you going to check your homework?" Why don't you check, I don't think you can do it, right? If not, leave quickly, don't be an eyesore here, it will affect the mood of our brothers. ”

Xu San smiled and knew it.

Yes, there are still many people fighting in their own way in the occupied areas.

Just like this teacher who teaches in the school of the Dongying people.

At this moment, Xu San felt a little lonely in his heart, and then began to look down at the scroll seriously.

The question is not difficult, this is for him, try to think about it, and he can still solve it, looking at the paper Xu San seems to have returned to his high school days, back to before the college entrance examination.

Asking for scratch paper and a pen, Xu San began to calculate on it, and the two students also came over to watch Xu San's calculations.

After watching it for a while, he was fascinated, because Xu San just hesitated for a while at the beginning, and then the next calculation steps were all right, and his thoughts were concise and clear.

Xu San handed over the calculation paper and the scroll, and then pointed at the scroll with his finger, "This trigonometric function is wrong." Then he said the idea of solving the problem.

Although they didn't like Xu San, Song Chunlin and Qin Wanli still listened carefully.

After a rough explanation, Xu San put the roll on the table, "There should still be a roll, right?" You don't have to give me liberal arts, but by the way, I can tutor you in Japanese. ”