"I often hear you write poems, saying you are confused, saying you are confused, saying you need faith. There are those in your generation, and we have them, but our generation has them, but our generation has never had the so-called faith."

"Your generation believes in the so-called stew, believe in the so-called universal values, and look forward to the idea of ​​elite governance. And our generation believes in the people, believe in the people, and believe in the idea of ​​coming from the people to the people."

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"As a teacher, I respect my students, but I hope that every student of mine has the ability to think independently and can learn to look at problems from a developmental perspective."

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"In this era, the most needed belief is not a high-minded look, but a down-to-earth and persistent persistence!"

"When you, the elites from all over the world, look at your ideals, have you ever thought that you are stepping on the shoulders and even the heads of the people?"

"I think I'd rather not look at this kind of gaze, because I'm afraid that one day in the future, the small and ignorant people who are under your feet will overturn you on the dirty soil!"

"Finally, I will give you a sentence - no matter how our motherland is, please remember: where you stand is the motherland; what you are, the motherland will be like; what you are, the motherland will be like; if you have light, the motherland will not be dark."

After saying that, Fu Song walked off the podium and left the classroom without looking back.

The classroom was still silent. No one except Gui Feng knew why Fu Song said that just now.

Most of the students thought that maybe Teacher Fu was stimulated by some stimulation, and suddenly they were talking nonsense.

However, even though they were talking nonsense, the students thought Fu Song was very good!

Gradually, everyone started to talk in a low voice, and a few girls even gathered together, retelling Fu Song's speech one by one, and then copying it neatly on the notebook.

Where you stand is the motherland; the motherland will be like you; what you are, the motherland will be like; if you have light, the motherland will not be dark.

As she kept savoring these words in her heart, Guifeng couldn't help but become infatuated. She thought that he had changed his previous style of laughing and scolding at class meetings just now. Sometimes he was low, sometimes excited, sometimes frowning, sometimes clenched his fists. She felt that Fu Song had become unfamiliar, but this strangeness made her suddenly have a trace of expectation.

To be honest, Fu Song had no confidence in how much this speech at the class meeting could play. He could only pray that his students could listen more or less, and think about his words before being impulsive. If he could dispel some people's thoughts, he would be satisfied.

Leaving the teaching building and walking under the dim street lights, Fu Song sighed and let his best be withheld.

The next day, Fu Song's speech at the class meeting spread throughout the school.

In the afternoon, the Department of Foreign Languages.

After reading Fu Song's speech, a teacher from Peking University looked so gloomy that he could unscrew a basin of water, and placed the manuscript paper hard on the table, gritting his teeth and said, "It's so awesome to seek fame and reputation! This Fu Song is so disgusting, his speech is so deceptive!"

Another teacher from Peking University said with hatred: "Yes, the eyes of the people are sharp, what can a group of mud legs that can't even write their own names?"

"Yes, after all, this country has to rely on our cultural people. It's a big deal to know the truth! No, we have to fight back and not let Fu Song be so arrogant!"

"I'm the one! Song Ying, we meet in the office in the evening. I'll call a few like-minded friends. Let's have a whole night tonight, write out the big-character poster, and post it on the publicity board tomorrow morning."

Song Ying was not interested in getting involved in these things, but because she couldn't resist her face, they were pulled in. She had participated in several discussions before and expressed some opinions, but when she found out that this was what Fu Song said, she began to hesitate.

She and Liang Xi are roommates, and they are also good friends who can talk about everything. Fu Song is Liang Xi's sweetheart, so Liang Xi naturally didn't hide it from her.

She knew very well what kind of personality Liang Xi is. If she stabbed Fu Song in the back, once it was heard in Liang Xi's ears, she would never give up with her with Liang Xi's temper.

More importantly, she knew better the background of the Liang Xi family, so no matter from any aspect, she did not have to offend Fu Song.

Moreover, she felt that what Fu Song said was not unreasonable. Although this group of people were aggressive and pretentious, as if they stopped turning around if the earth was missing, they were actually bullying the weak and afraid of the strong.

They are so fussy that they can't eat grapes and say that the grapes are sour. What they really think is, why isn't it me?

Thinking of this, Song Ying decided to draw a clear line with them, and maybe she would be implicated by them.

"Oh, I almost forgot. There will be a class next season, so I'll leave first." Before he finished speaking, Song Ying had already picked up his bag and rushed out of the office.

The two Peking University teachers looked at each other and then said in unison: "This traitor!"

Song Ying had no classes in the next quarter. After she came out, she wandered around the campus aimlessly until the bell rang that she realized that she had already had a whole class.

At this time, she suddenly saw Fu Song walking out of the teaching building with the lesson plan in hand, and quickly waved and shouted: "Fu Song!"

Fu Song smiled and said, "Comrade Song Ying, are you asking me for trouble?"

Song Ying winked at him. Fu Song thought she was going to tell him about Liang Xi, so he followed her to the artificial lake.

There were no one around, and Fu Song couldn't wait to ask: "When will Liang Xi be back?"

Song Ying was black at the end. When was this? He still had the thoughts and thoughts, like a fool. He didn't know what Liang Xi liked him.

He glared at him with a heart-wrenching grudge, and Song Ying whispered: "Your speech at the class meeting last night has reached the ears of those people. They are discussing how to deal with you and plan to post your small-character poster early tomorrow morning."

"What?" Fu Song smiled angrily, pointed to his nose and said, "Posted on my small-character poster? Haha, a group of things that are not enough to make a fortune. If they ask them to post them, I will be my grandson if I frown!"

Song Ying frowned and said, "Don't take it seriously. They are all our Peking University pens, they are very awesome."

Fu Song didn't take those people to heart at all, and even felt a little happy. He attracted their firepower and the students became safer.
Chapter completed!