Rosefinch Secondary and Wuren Senior High School were on friendly terms. Every year, they would send out representatives for a learning exchange. During the learning exchange, the students from both schools would also compete in small scale competitions.
For example, a speech competition, a quiz contest, sprinting and other physical fitness competitions.
Thus, when Saburo Fujino proposed a competition, no one present was surprised.
It was supposed to be a competition, just that someone had brought it forward.
The problem was, if Fang Yan were to accept the challenge, would his class represent Rosefinch Secondary? Would Rosefinch Secondary be willing to be represented by Fang Yan's Class 9?
In the past, it would be the top class that would send their students to participate in the reception.
"Compete in what? How? "Fang Yan asked.
"Let's compete in tea ceremony, calligraphy, and fencing," Saburo Fujino said confidently. "If we lose, then I will take back what I said earlier and apologize to you in front of everyone."
"All right. Then it is decided, "Fang Yan said. "When will it begin?"
"No rush," Saburo Fujino sneered. This kid was too cunning. He had only mentioned how they would apologize if they lost, but not how they would be punished if they lost. "If your side loses, then what?"
"It is impossible for my side to lose," Fang Yan said, waving his hand. He felt that this was an impossible matter and not worth wasting time discussing.
"… what if we lose?" Saburo Fujino was once again filled with anger. Fang Yan was like an inflatable balloon. With just a few words and a few puffs, he was able to fill up this big balloon.
Fang Yan thought about it and said, "If my side loses, I will also apologize to you and admit that what you said about Tang Dynasty culture in East Asia is correct."
"It's a deal," Saburo said.
Fang Yan rolled up his sleeves and asked, "When will the competition begin? Should we compete in tea ceremony, calligraphy, or fencing? How about we start with fencing? Everyone likes to watch a good show. Let's have a good show first? "
Saburo Fujino saw that Fang Yan was about to fight and said, "Teacher Fang Yan … what are you doing? It's not a competition between you and me. It's a competition between my students and your students. Whether the Hua Xia culture can be passed on or not is not up to us teachers to decide. It's up to the future of these countries. "
Saburo Fujino pointed to the students from the two countries in the class and said, "They are the witnesses and beneficiaries."
"Whether or not the Hua Xia culture has been inherited, Teacher is the most qualified to speak. If a teacher's ability was mediocre, how could he have the qualifications to impart knowledge to his students? You are a teacher, and so am I. Why don't we just compete? Simple and direct. "
Fang Yan thought that if this kid agreed to spar with him, he would break his limbs first. Let's see how he could compete in tea ceremony and calligraphy …
"If you want to compete, then you and I will add another round. However, that will be after the competition between these students, "Saburo Fujino said. He knew that Hua Xia was someone who cared a lot about face. Thus, he would not be able to withstand being goaded. He sneered and said, "Teacher Fang Yan, do you not have confidence in your students?"
Fang Yan looked at the students below the stage and asked, "Do you have confidence?"
"Yes!" The students of Class 9 roared. Their emotions were stirred up and their faces were filled with excitement.
"You see," Fang Yan smiled. "They are full of confidence, and so am I. Since Mr. Fujino has challenged us again and again, then we can only accept the challenge. Truth be told, I really do not want to do this. Why? I have to bear the risk. If I lose, some people in the school will say that I, Fang Yan, am incompetent and want to kick me out. If I win, those who say that I am incompetent will think that I am destroying the relationship between the two schools and want to kick me out. Tell me, is it better for me to win or lose? "
"… … …" Li Ziqiang, Jia Siting and the others felt a burning pain on their faces. They had already made up their minds. They would use this incident to find an excuse to kick this kid out. They did not expect that Fang Yan would not defeat his opponent. Instead, he would attack their faces from both sides.
"What do we, Hua Xia people, care about? Peace is the most important. If my students win against your students, you will definitely be in a bad mood … … You can't win in a competition, you can't win in a fight, you can't win in a fight. Come in a happy mood and leave in a sad mood. If you go back, others will think that we have done something to you. "
"The winner has not been decided yet. I believe in my students," Saburo Fujino said. He thought to himself, why does this kid keep thinking about competing with me? Could it be that he is so knowledgeable that he has extraordinary talent?
At that moment, the bell for the end of class rang.
Even though the Japanese students were dissatisfied with Fang Yan, they still stood up politely and bowed in unison. "You have worked hard."
The Wu Ren inspection team lined up and left the classroom in an orderly manner. Matsushima Ki looked at Fang Yan with a thoughtful expression.
From the beginning to the end, Lu Chaoge's face did not show any expression. No one could tell what her true attitude was.
After all the outsiders had left, there were only the students of Class 9 left in the classroom. Fang Yan walked over and closed the classroom door.
It was noisy outside the classroom, but inside the classroom, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
The smile on Fang Yan's face gradually faded. He looked at the 40 students in the class with a serious expression and said, "What do you want to say?"
"Mr. Fang's rebuttal is good. It's a good rebuttal …"
"Mr. Fang, let's compete. Who's afraid of who …"
"Will the sea be afraid of a small river? Just swallow them up … "
…
Fang Yan did not laugh. He looked at the students below the stage with a gentle gaze and said, "In front of the aliens, no matter what, I will not admit that what they said is right … … They want to slap our faces, but should we also slap our own faces? I can't do that. "
"Now that the door is closed, we are all on the same side. Let's seriously think about it and reflect on it. Why did such a saying spread? The culture of the Tang Dynasty is in Japan, and the culture of the Song Dynasty is in South Korea. Is it true that in some aspects, they are really better than us? "
"Do we really do our best? Do we really have a clear conscience? Times are developing, technology is advancing, we have gained a lot, we are becoming stronger and stronger. But aren't there a lot of precious things that we've thrown away? "
"What does our country, Hua Xia, have? We have agricultural culture, we have the hundred schools of thought, we have 'High Mountain Flowing Water', 'Guangling Qu', we have calligraphy, painting, Tai Chi, and Eight Trigrams. We have the twelve zodiac signs, we have 'The Book of Songs', 'The Songs of Chu', and 'The Art of War'. We have traditional festivals, we have Kunqu, Henan Opera, Hunan Opera, Beijing Opera, shadow play, and Huangmei Opera. We have the Great Wall, gardens, and clock towers. We have traditional Chinese medicine, we have Yin and Yang, we have the five elements, we have paper-cut kites, clay figurines, embroidery, we have the four great inventions, cooking utensils, clothes, and clothes … You can't imagine how rich we are. But, are we proud of it? "
Fang Yan looked at the students below the stage and said, "What I don't understand is, why do those people who have learned a little dare to come to our territory and provoke us? Are we too friendly, or are we really easy to bully? What makes them think … think that we have really lost all the essence of culture? "
The students were silent, thinking about every word that Fang Yan said.
Yes, what makes those Japanese think that they are the true inheritors of the Tang culture?
Are they really as excellent as they say? Or is it that there is a gap in our inheritance of the Tang culture, so we have become a joke in the eyes of others?
What did I inherit?
Drinking American Coke, watching Japanese anime, playing Blizzard games, singing Korean songs, driving German cars … How many Tang and Song poems have I memorized? Who is Lao Zhuang's thought? Where is his thought? How many pages of the Four Classics have you read? How many rounds of chess and Go can you play?
We think that steak and western food are high-end food. Are the Eight Classics and thousands of variations not the essence of food?
Are the Japanese wrong? Or are we wrong?
"If the Japanese win, they will win face. If we lose, we'll lose everything. "
Fang Yan stood on the podium and bowed deeply to the students below the stage. "Please, everyone, please step on them."
…
…
Lu Chaoge did not speak, and neither did Fang Yan.
Lu Chaoge was writing a manuscript. Her white fingers held a black pen, and beautiful small words jumped on the paper like newborn silkworm chrysalis, which was pleasing to the eye.
What was more beautiful was the person.
Lu Chaoge was really a rare beauty. Her hands were soft, her skin was smooth, her figure was full, and her facial features were exquisite and flawless.
She was wearing a black slim-fit uniform with a light yellow collared shirt. Two buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a snow-white neck.
The most attractive thing was her cold and arrogant temperament, as if nothing mattered to her. She was a goddess in the sky, and you were a speck of dust on the ground.
In terms of youth, Jiang Qin was number one. In terms of aura, Qin Yitian was invincible.
In terms of charm, Lu Chaoge was no match. In terms of barbaric violence, Ye Gentle was a lonely loser, far ahead of others.
Fang Yan rarely saw Lu Chaoge in casual clothes. Of course, she looked good in professional clothes.
Pa!
Lu Chaoge finally capped the pen, then picked up the tea in front of her and drank it.
Fang Yan also raised his teacup and took a sip of tea, as if the two of them were going to drink it all in one go.
Lu Chaoge looked at Fang Yan with sharp eyes and said, "I have convinced the board of directors and the school leaders to agree that you will lead the ninth class to represent Rosefinch Secondary to accept the challenge of the Wuren investigation team."
"I have no choice but to agree." Fang Yan smiled. "I am the one they are looking for."
"If you lose, I will make you leave. If you win, I will promise you one thing, "Lu Chaoge said.
"What is it?" Fang Yan asked happily. "I don't have to return the money I borrowed from you?"
"…"
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