Chapter 8 New History Teacher

As soon as he said this, Wang Qi next to Wang Jiawei quickly pushed him: "Don't talk like that. They are all buddies."

"It depends on your face, Wang Qi, that's right! Where did you say just now? Do you have any money on hand? Lend me three thousand!" Wang Jiawei curled his mouth and looked at Pan Hongsheng with contempt.

"I don't have so much money... three thousand! What are you going to do?" Wang Qi's originally kind face also wrinkled: "They are all students, and they don't have much money..."

Who knew that Wang Jiawei was angry when he said this: "Get out of here! I don't like you, but it's all local. Don't you talk about your brother's righteousness at all? Forget it! People like you are unreliable! By the way, that boy over there! Do you have any money? Lend me some!"

"Is this your attitude of borrowing money from others?" Pan Hongsheng did not lose his temper immediately, but leaned over with a sneer: "Why do I feel like a robbery..."

"Red Rising! Don't talk like that." Wang Qi saw that the atmosphere became more and more tense. Although he did not know Pan Hongsheng's reputation outside the school, he knew that this was the head general of the Taekwondo Club, which was not easy to mess with. Although Wang Jiawei hates this matter, he lives in the same area as himself after all. He doesn't want to see the two conflict, because neither of them are very fuel-efficient lamps!

"Look at your body!" Wang Jiawei licked his tongue and pointed to Pan Hongsheng and scolded, "Tell you boy! If you stay on the roof in the morning for the first two years, do you still allow you to stay here? I'll tell you to be shameless! You didn't move before because of Wang Qi's sake. It's too late for you to apologize to me now! Wang Qi, shut up! If you talk again, I'll beat you!"

Wang Qi looked at Pan Hongsheng helplessly, and the meaning in his eyes was very clear: "He is this kind of person. Don't look like him."

Pan Hongsheng didn't say anything, but clenched his fingers...

What happened next was very messy and miscellaneous. Before Pan Hongsheng had time to do it, Brother Li He came. Seeing this scene, he was going to beat Wang Jiawei without asking a word!

"There is a kind of one-on-one! What is this called..." Wang Jiawei didn't expect Pan Hongsheng to be so popular. The tough body of the Li brothers in Shandong made his face change, and his tone softened: "Don't price, don't do this. It's not normal for the same school to quarrel a few words... Don't do it..."

"Let's go," Pan Hongsheng didn't look at him and greeted the Li brothers: "If you're not in a hurry, you'll be late."

Before leaving, Li He stared at the frustrated man fiercely, which made Wang Jiawei tremble and almost retreat a few steps. When Pan Hongsheng and the other two walked far away, he shouted tentatively, "Do you dare to touch me to try? Damn it, I'll open you right away! Don't you ask what kind of place it is in front of my house?

"Oc's it, you!" Wang Qi is also extremely disgusted with Wang Jiawei: "Don't look for trouble. He is the master of the Taekwondo Club. It is said that he is also a fool outside. You are lucky if you don't move today!"

"Ah?" Wang Jiawei couldn't help sweating coldly, but he had to hold on for the sake of face: "What? I'm scared to death... Taekwondo? I have practiced eight hundred serious national skills! Let me tell you, Wang Qi, it's just for your face today, otherwise..."

Wang Qi waved his hand and said nothing, but his disdainful appearance deeply stimulated Wang Jiawei. He was so angry that his eyes and mouth were slanted, and there was a stream of anger in his heart: Boy! Wait for me! No matter what kind of taekwondo you are, now you are talking about power!

Pan Hongsheng does not want to waste time with this kind of debris. Among the debris, this kind of debris is still the most miscellaneous. For him, there is no need for this kind of thing to occupy his brain cells and nerve processing units. What he is most concerned about now is this ancient book that can't be swallowed.

The new history teacher looks only in his thirties, and this little flat head looks very tough. Although he can still see the deep eyes through the glasses, a very deep look of the city.

Pan Hongsheng held the book in his hand and began to think about those crooked women's true texts repeatedly... At this time, his heart was very embarrassed.

There is no doubt that the key to solving the puzzle is to find another scholar who knows this kind of Jvzhen literature, but today's scholars boast about the majority of them. How many people can have the same real talent as that teacher?

Even if there is, the content of the last page here is of great importance. Even organizations such as the Black Fire Religion in Northern Xinjiang have been shocked. Who can guarantee that the translator will not leak the wind or make money?

Look at the meaning in the previous record, the goal of these armies is the treasure of the Northern Song Dynasty. The Northern Song Dynasty has ruled for hundreds of years and dominates the world economically! The treasures hoarded by the royal family for so many years are extremely countless, and it is simply difficult to measure them with ordinary thinking.

With so many treasures, who will not be moved?

Such a low-key and religious force as the Black Fire Religion has been involved. If the news spreads again, I don't know what a giant crocodile will be!

Pan Hongsheng looked boredly at the ancient books in his hand and looked at the new history teacher on the podium from time to time.

In fact, not only is he watching, but also many girls in the class are watching.

Although the history teacher tried his best to dress himself up as old-fashioned, his face was pink and white, his figure was thin, and his facial features were exquisite. Although he kept this very manly little flat head, his feminine temperament did not change for it.

"Look at this teacher, he is so handsome!" Yes, it's really like that An Qixuan!"

"Who is An Qixuan?" You are such a turtle! An Qixuan doesn't even know that he is... Ouch! Anyway, it's very handsome!"

Although Pan Hongsheng's other abilities have become rooted because of the reduction of internal qi, his hearing is still so keen; he sat in the last row and heard the whispers of the first few girls very clearly.

He accidentally glanced at the history teacher, and saw that the eyes behind the thick glasses of the history teacher were just staring at him!

That look is like a beast...

Pan Hongsheng somehow suddenly felt that his back spine was cold! Thinking about this person's eyes... It seems to be a little familiar and a little scary?

But the history teacher instantly withdrew his knife-like eyes and said loudly, "Why did Alexander the Great's grand plan to establish an ideal country end in failure? Which classmate can answer this question?

To be fair, this question is very superficial and there is no need to ask.

Because the standard answer is clearly printed on the textbook in everyone's hand, if you can't even answer this question, you must have been sleeping all night last night.

But even so, no boys raised their hands. Because last night was a half-price day in the Internet cafe next to the school, almost all the boys went to "gogogo" overnight, all of whom were haggard like pandas.

** After that, it is often a disaster, and after staying up all night, it is often a big black head.

After asking questions, the history teacher sprinkled his eyes on the crowd, but all the boys except the girls did not respond, and an unconscious guy actually snored a few times, as if he was demonstrating.

"The classmate at the end of this row, get up and say something..." The history teacher did not show a very angry and helpless appearance. He seemed to be an old man who pulled the last sober boy, Pan Hongsheng, from the crowd.

"Me?" Pan Hongsheng is rarely asked questions, because experienced teachers in college classrooms generally rarely ask questions, especially in morning classes.

Because many people are absent-mindedly sleeping and reading online novels. If it weren't for playing games on mobile phones, who would be free? Only when the exam is about to come will all teachers and professors become popular.

Obviously, this new teacher doesn't know much about the market.

Pan Hongsheng smiled tolerantly, stood up and said in front of all the crazy eyes of all the girls: "I think Alexander the Great's idea itself is very idealistic. He stubbornly believes that Rome is the most advanced and civilized culture, and he has to use coercive means to promote this culture. The world is obviously overpowering... Not to mention the huge India and the prosperous Han Dynasty at that time, even the small countries in Central Asia were enough for him to drink a pot. Wasn't he killed by his subordinates in the end? Because his men knew that if he was not stopped, the whole Roman Empire would be consumed by the carriage of war..."

The girls were stunned. Pan Hongsheng's answer was detailed and used a lot of knowledge that was not available in books. This thin and not amazing boy immediately attracted the firepower of all girls.

"Papa..." A girl with glasses couldn't help clapping her hands, and then she found that she was the only one who applauded and hid her face behind the book in the eyes of the public.

"Ha ha, this statement has not been verified. Please distinguish the plot of the movie from history..." The history teacher's deep eyes stared at Pan Hongsheng unscrupulously, and the hostility and murderous spirit in his eyes were obvious!

Pan Hongsheng doesn't know why the history teacher looked at him like this, but he knew in his heart that this teacher was arguing for the sake of arguing; to put it simply, he deliberately found faults. He began to use his extraordinary eyesight to observe each other carefully from head to toe... A detail made him shiver and almost hit the desk behind him!

"Please sit down," the history teacher suddenly squeezed out a very stiff smile: "Let's study for a while!"

As soon as the voice fell, the girls in the classroom let out a deep sigh, and some people waited for the opportunity to wipe the saliva that was about to drip.

Pan Hongsheng's cheek muscles kept flying... He clearly saw...

The history teacher actually has ears and eyes!!

It is not a strange thing for men to prick their ears at this time, but Pan Hongsheng has a strange feeling... This so-called history teacher must be strange!