Thursday morning is political theory class, which is the class that Fang Ming hates the most.
Politics is inherently extremely dirty, not to mention that this teacher who teaches politics, with some communist sentiments, aggressively attacks the government in class, looking like an angry youth.
"Dear students, the five thousand years of history of the Huaxia Kingdom is a history of struggle full of blood and conspiracy. The great powers opened the door of the Huaxia Kingdom with cannons and muskets. This is not a promotion---"
There was an uproar in the classroom. These remarks were too radical. You must know that the Opium War is a history of humiliation for China. Although it has positive significance, it also brought profound suffering to the people of China. This political education
Lin Weilun excessively exaggerated capitalism and belittled his own country and nation, making many college students angry.
This guy is so abominable! Fang Ming really couldn't stand listening anymore. He stood up and said, "Teacher Lin, I don't agree with what you just said!"
"This classmate, what's your name and which class are you in?" Lin Weilun's long speech was interrupted, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
With such qualities, how can he still go to the university platform? Fang Ming lamented the decline of the university and said loudly: "Your point of view only illustrates a truth from the opposite side, but this is not the original meaning of history. When we study politics, more often than not,
It must be studied from a positive perspective.”
"Very good, very good!" Lin Weilun couldn't help but retorted: "Don't you think that the five thousand years of history of China is not like this?"
"Politics itself is full of struggles, but this struggle also has a positive effect. Doesn't political theory talk about philosophy? We use a dialectical point of view to look at problems. The past history of China has its positive significance, not what you are doing now.
What you say is useless."
"Yes!" "Not bad!" Many students nodded in approval. On the one hand, they admired Fang Ming's views, and on the other hand, they admired Fang Ming's courage even more.
Lin Weilun spent several years studying and drank a lot of foreign ink. He envied the rich material resources of capitalism, but as a philosophy major, there was no market at all in developed countries in Europe and the United States. In desperation, Lin Weilun had no choice but to return to Nanchuan University of Technology.
Be an ordinary lecturer.
Little intellectuals like him always have a miserable look of being underappreciated all day long. They always feel that God has buried them, and they even bring this emotion to the classroom.
This is what Fang Ming resents the most. This kind of person hates the world and the world when he has no ability. As a teacher, you just need to attend class and do your job well. Venting out some bad emotions all day long is simply treating students as
Emotional trash can.
Lin Weilun waited for Fang Ming to finish speaking and refuted: "China's rule for thousands of years has suppressed human nature. Can this be compared with Europe and the United States?"
"Of course not! This is the negative aspect I am talking about, and this is what you are preaching. But we can't generalize, right?"
"That's right! Dialectics is that everything has two sides, just like a leaf---" a student agreed.
"That is, you keep saying that you are political, but you don't even know how to think in materialist dialectics. You are so extreme and narrow-minded, how can you be a teacher?" Qian Ling said loudly, and she expressed her support with practical actions.
"Teacher Lin, what I just want to say is that the political struggles in China are full of blood and cruelty, and are not as gentle as those in Western countries. However, this does not completely deny our past history. Each of our dynasties has
There are some people who can be called the backbone of the nation. It is with the promotion of these people that we can create a glorious civilization. What's more, if our nation is really so unbearable, why does it exist in the world with five thousand people?
Year?"
This last sentence, the tone suddenly rose, like Huang Zhongda Lu, revealing the power that directly points to the heart!
After a long silence, thunderous applause suddenly burst out in the classroom. Lin Weilun's face turned blue and white for a while. He picked up the book in a panic, then put it down in a panic, feeling at a loss.
"get out of class is over, get out of class is over!" Someone yelled, followed by hundreds of people shouting in unison.
College students are no better than middle school students. Teachers can punish them if they don't teach well.
Lin Weilun's face turned livid. Finally, he took a deep breath, calmed down and said, "This classmate, what is your name?"
"My name is Fang Ming!"
"Fang Ming?" Lin Weilun couldn't help but said in shock: "Is this the top scorer in the college entrance examination of Nanchuan University of Technology this year?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, and hundreds of eyes looked at Fang Ming.
All the freshmen in this class knew that there was a national college entrance examination champion in this year, but they did not expect that it was the classmate in front of them.
"Wow, so handsome!" Some girls drooled infatuatedly.
"That's right, that's right! Classmate Fang Ming, you don't need to take my classes from now on!" Lin Weilun said with a calm expression.
If a student dares to contradict himself in class, such a person will give him a hard time. Lin Weilun is determined to ensure that he will never pass this subject.
"Teacher Lin, even if the student makes mistakes, you can't deprive him of the right to attend class!" Wang Xiaofei stood up. Fang Ming extended a helping hand that night. Wang Xiaofei has always been grateful, and now is the time to reciprocate.
Wang Xiaofei's father, Wang Wenjun, is not only a famous professor at Nanchuan University of Technology, but also the vice president of the school, specializing in teaching.
Lin Weilun's face turned ugly. This was his seventh year at Nanchuan University of Technology, and he should have been promoted to associate professor at the normal rate.
Wang Xiaofei is the son of Principal Wang. If he interferes with this, his professional title will be ruined.
Lin Weilun laughed twice and said: "What I mean is that Fang Ming is very talented and has a unique understanding of this subject. Students like him really don't need to take my class."
"Thank you, Teacher Lin. I hope you won't fail the politics class this semester!" Fang Ming smiled brightly. He also guessed what Lin Weilun meant. Such a narrow-minded person actually became a lecturer in a university. I really didn't know this.
What’s wrong with society!
Wang Xiaofei glared at him with sharp eyes, and Lin Weilun quickly smiled and said, "Classmate Fang Ming, I'm not that kind of person."
This was what Fang Ming was waiting for. He laughed and said, "Well, from now on I can have more time to do other things!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fang Ming walked away. The autumn sun just shot out from the door, leaving behind a straight silhouette!
"Wow, you look so handsome even when you walk! Fang Ming is so cool!" A girl said excitedly, holding another girl's hand.
"Xiaowen, if you like it, go for it. She is a playboy who drives a car and brings several beauties to report!"
"What does this have to do with anything!" The girl named Xiaowen said disapprovingly: "It's great that such a man has experience!"
Nymphomaniac, another nymphomaniac! Fang Ming, how many girls are you going to make crazy about you? Qian Ling sighed in her heart, an inexplicable sadness welling up in her heart, and she didn’t listen to a single word of the next lesson.