News of Jian Yi's arrest quickly spread throughout Shanghai's concession areas.
Early the next morning, Shi Yinai rushed to Jian's house in a hurry.
Since Jian Maosheng's appearance was completely unexpected, Jian Yi's next two tasks had to be terminated due to this accident; but Shi Yin'ai had already heard about Hua Ting's marksmanship, and the person who came to Jian's house this time The purpose is to persuade Hua Ting to complete the next two assassination tasks for Jian Yi.
Does this still need persuasion?
Hua listened and wanted to laugh.
Shi Yin'ai said: "I'm not worried about Jian Yi being arrested.
With his IQ, he will be back in less than two days, but the mission must not be terminated."
"Okay, I understand."
Hua Ting waved her hand and made an OK gesture.
"Be careful when performing the mission."
Shi Yin'ai said, taking out a small piece of yellow paper folded into a square from her bag, and then carefully stuffing the small yellow paper into her hand, "I have translated the content Okay, just click on the address above."
"Okay," Hua Ting held the note in her hand.
Seeing that Shi Yin'ai was in a hurry to leave, she also stood up, "Why isn't your partner completing the task for him?"
"I have my own mission."
Shi Yin'ai is like all the female spies in anti-Japanese TV dramas.
When she talks about the word mission, her expression is extremely serious and solemn, which makes Hua Ting couldn't help but admire her.
In the first two hours of the mission, Hua Ting dressed herself up in school uniform, wearing a small blue schoolbag diagonally, white stockings and black shoes, and her hair was tied into two simple braids, which looked quite presentable; You must know that in the 21st century, she is indeed still a college student.
She stood at the gate of Chongyang University and looked at the female students walking into the school in groups of twos and threes, chatting and laughing.
Except for the changes in school uniforms, it suddenly seemed that they were no different from modern middle school students.
The classroom is a bungalow with red tiles and white walls, bright and clean windows, single desks arranged neatly, and green trees outside the window.
The morning sunlight shines into the room through the gaps in the leaves, and the mottled light and shadow sway gently in the wind.
The girls are delicate and charming.
Chatter and laughter rang out everywhere.
No matter in which time and space, a place like the school was filled with the atmosphere of youth, which soothed Hua Ting's heart, which had been restless during the day and restless at night.
She suddenly missed her 21st century, the campus, teachers and friends there, and Ding.
However, now she recalls the Ding Yaoyi who once made her blush and her heart beat.
He is no longer as excited and exaggerated as before, but calm and indifferent without any ripples.
She knows that after traveling through time in the Republic of China In the past three years, something seems to have quietly changed She passed by familiar classroom doors and windows one after another, and looked at the male classmates in the back row and several girls with bangs who were playing ambiguously with each other.
There was no shortage of whistled poems.
The classroom was noisy, and it was really teaching her I miss my high school career so much.
Hua Ting acted as an auditor of this school and sat in the back row of the classroom with girls wearing uniforms from different schools.
She heard a male classmate in the front seat say angrily to the apple-faced girl next to him: "Might conquers everything." , power is greater than justice.
This is the current situation in China.
The powerful class can harm the civilian class unscrupulously.
The Republic has not brought us the equality we imagined.
The common people are still insulted and harmed."
That's absolutely correct.
The apple-faced girl was about to retort when the school bell rang.
The class fell silent.
The classmates who were still fighting in the corridor quickly returned to their seats.
When the teacher came to the podium, everyone stood up and bowed to say hello: "Teacher good" Hua Ting followed the instructions and seemed to be back in her middle school days.
This class is a Chinese language class.
The teacher is very young.
He is wearing a dark blue gown.
He has a long body and a graceful demeanor.
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His eyes are so bright under his dark eyebrows.
He glances at the whole classroom with energy.
I don’t know if it is...
The illusion of listening to flowers seemed to linger on her for a few seconds.
After waving everyone to sit down, the teacher spoke: "Please turn the book to page 56.
The text we are going to study today is Yuan Haowen's Zhang Xuan's Four Scenery Palace Women."
Hua Ting poked her head around and saw the male classmate in front of her opening the textbook.
She was dizzy at the sight of traditional Chinese characters.
"Let's first ask a classmate to read the original text."
Under the guidance of this young teacher, the class entered a common boring mode.
Hua Ting looked bored and covered her mouth and yawned; no matter which era she traveled to, as long as she was in class, the voice on the other end of the podium would chatter endlessly.
Even whispering it in her ear made her want to doze off.
It seemed that Hua Ting yawned too frequently.
The young Chinese teacher glanced at her again, gently stretched out his hand and pointed in her direction, saying: "This classmate is probably an auditor.
I would like to ask you to translate."
Let’s read the last paragraph of this text.”
When Hua Ting stood up, the Chinese teacher added another sentence for her: "The students in the front seat can lend her books."
"No need."
Hua Ting waved her hands, covered her mouth and yawned.
"This classmate" "I am biased against the curriculum of this school."
"Prejudice" the young Chinese teacher asked in surprise.
Hua Ting could only think of something to say: "It has been several years since the May 4th Movement.
Could it be that the vigorous movement at that time only brought a temporary smoke and cloud to China?
The impact of the May 4th Movement was far-reaching.
For example, the New Culture Movement, The vernacular movement has completely changed Chinese literature.
Now there are so many brilliant and wonderful vernacular works out there.
Why don’t we introduce them into our Chinese courses?
Instead, we are required to learn these old stereotypes of classical Chinese day after day.”
She spoke impassionedly, but the Chinese teacher just put her slender fingers on her chin in confusion and listened.
Her eyes flashed and she said with a smile: "The arrangement of the Chinese language curriculum was established by the Department of Education after proper discussion and research.
Classical Chinese has its own characteristics."
There is the beauty of classical Chinese, and studying it allows people today to explore and touch the past glory and prosperity of Chinese civilization.
This is not inconsistent with the New Culture Movement.
Only inheritance can lead to development.
As far as I know, the Department of Education is also studying middle schools.
Please be patient with the reform of the academic system and related curriculum.
In addition, if you are interested in vernacular literature, please read it on your own outside of class.
Okay, let’s continue with class.”
"Oh."
Hua Ting lazily sat back in her seat.
Although this Chinese language teacher is young, her teaching skills are still very profound.
She can quote classics and speak freely, and her handwriting is even more beautiful, which is pleasing to the eye.
The next lesson was an equally boring history lesson.
The next class was a math class.
A male math teacher with gray hair but clear eyes slowly walked up to the podium.
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He was the target of her mission.
It is said that this male mathematics teacher, who is over 60 years old, not only raped several female students at school, but also colluded with Japanese imperialism to suppress the anti-Japanese elements.
For a period of time, he presided over the intelligence work of China’s secret underground group.
He not only leaked military secrets, but also collaborated with some Chinese There is some kind of unfair interest relationship between businessmen in Hong Kong.
Not long ago, this male teacher secretly arranged for his wife and children to settle in the United States.
His wife has a huge deposit and two million-dollar mansions in the United States.
In short, what Jian Yi wants to do is not a good person.
Ten seconds before the bell rang, Hua Ting left her seat first, took out the revolver she wore around her waist at the back door of the classroom, stepped on the bell and shot the male teacher in the head.
Before anyone had time to react, Hua Ting tugged on the canvas straps on her body, turned around, and walked towards the school gate with graceful steps.
Due to the sound of gunfire and the ringing of the school bell, the students in the other classrooms did not hear the harsh gunshot just now.
They happily grabbed their schoolbags and ran to the school gate following the bell, and Hua Ting naturally blended in.
Among the students.
Her next assignment was in the evening, and she still had an afternoon to kill.
Just as she was thinking about whether to go to Las Villas Casino first or check the items at the warehouse in the southern suburbs, a gentle male voice sounded above her head, "Which school does this classmate go to?"
Hua Ting looked up and saw that it was the Chinese teacher from the first period.
"Uh, Chongyang Girls' High School."
He replied casually.
"What do you call my classmate?
What I just heard you say seems to be very knowledgeable about Chinese culture."
The Chinese teacher was quite interested in what she just said.
"It's nothing, I was just fooling around."
Hua Ting speeded up her pace unconsciously.
"Come and listen to our school's classes when you have time.
It's actually not as boring as you think."
"Okay, okay."
"My surname is Lu, you can call me Teacher Lu."
"Okay, Teacher Lu, bye" To be continued n130418: