Rebirth 1998, Bai Yueguang got anxious after I stopped being a bootlicker

Just as Pan Yinian walked up to the podium.

Suddenly, a sharp and piercing shout came from the Maodan square formation below the stage.

Everyone heard the sound and looked around.

Liang Xiujiu, the head teacher of Class 11, rushed to the podium in a state of disbelief, like a shrew who had taken some medicine.

Pointing at Pan Yinian, he kept shouting angrily.

"How could someone like him, who was at the bottom of the class, be named a provincial-level "Three Good Students"?

"Because he likes to fight?"

"Or is it because he cheated, plagiarized, and secretly broadcast a broadcast to distort the truth?"

Liang Xiuju stared at Pan Yinian resentfully and waved her arms vigorously.

If Pan Yinian hadn't gone on the radio and talked nonsense privately, her son wouldn't have become a rat crossing the street.

Also, Chen Ningning...

Her son has the opportunity to become a top student at Peking University or Tsinghua University.

What's wrong with suffering a little for her son?

Is it a matter of life and death?

"It never ends, does it?"

Before Principal Dong could speak, Pan Yinian grabbed the microphone and stared at Liang Xiuju with narrow eyes, which slowly narrowed into slits. "Originally, I was still thinking about the friendship between classmates and teachers, and didn't want to take things too far."

"Since you don't know what's good for you, let's just end it!"

"Rewriting the exam is such a waste of time. I don't have the time to argue with you."

"Today, how about we discuss study methods in front of all the teachers and students in the school???"

Pan Yinian pointed at the podium, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

He was talking about communication.

But when these words fell into the ears of everyone, they sounded like the bravery and decisiveness of going to a meeting alone and debating with a group of scholars.

Before Liang Xiuju could speak, Pan Yinian spoke again:

"Of the five subjects, history is my worst. Let's discuss history."

"It's just right, so that all the teachers and students in the school can bear witness to it."

"If, in the end, everyone still thinks I cheated and plagiarized."

"You took away the honor of being a provincial three-good student; you also took away my student status."

"On the contrary, Liang Xiuju, you and your son, Teacher Liang, must give me an explanation today, and give an explanation to all the students you and your son have slandered!"

At this moment, Pan Yinian showed his edge and was full of provocation.

It's like a wolf cub with fangs and claws challenging the wolf king.

Pan Yinian is not a wolf cub, and Liang Xiujiu is not the wolf king.

However, when Liang Xiujiu nodded disdainfully, it was already doomed that the reputation of both mother and son would be ruined.

Because, what Pan Yinian has in his mind is not only the knowledge points accumulated from studying late into the night in his previous life, but also the reinterpretation of history by the world after the information explosion.

This is also destined.

After experiencing the first two "mischiefs", Pan Yinian began to influence this era and created his own waves in this era.

……

At first, Lao Gao was worried that Pan Yinian would be stage fright.

After all, today's scene was too grand. Even many young teachers couldn't help but feel nervous, let alone Pan Yinian, a student.

Who wants to...

After two mobile blackboards were moved onto the podium.

Without saying anything, Pan Yinian wrote seven large characters on one of the blackboards:

Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated!

coax……

There was chaos on the playground.

No one expected that Pan Yinian would be so tough!

Liang Xiuju looked unhappy.

Zhuang Ziwen, who had been left in the office by her in advance, was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

The students of Class 14 and Class 13 cheered loudly.

Students from other classes clapped their hands and cheered loudly.

Principal Dong and Director Pan smacked their teeth and looked at each other, seeing the smiles that were hard to conceal on each other's faces.

This bastard does hold a grudge a bit.

You know what, having Pan Yinian as a mouthpiece is quite uplifting.

"Before we begin, let me paraphrase Mr. Liang's son, Zhuang Ziwen: Your time is precious, but my time is even more precious."

"Therefore, I don't have the time to respond to your questions one by one, and you are not qualified to ask me to prove my innocence."

"Today, we will discuss only one question and show you my learning method."

As he spoke, Pan Yinian turned around and wrote five words on the blackboard:

Aristotle.

See these five words.

Liang Xiujiu was so angry that she couldn't wait to attack Pan Yinian before he finished writing.

"That's it?"

"Pan Yinian, do you think everyone is as ignorant as you?"

"Even I, an English teacher, know that Aristotle is the greatest ancient philosopher in world history. What's there to discuss about something written in history textbooks?"

Pan Yinian curled his lips and wrote four lines under Aristotle's name.

Ancient Greece, 347-322 BC, the slave age.

He created over 1000 million characters, of which over 300 million are still in existence.

Comprehensive and versatile, with unified version and no errors or omissions.

Before the 13th century, no one knew.

"What's the problem with this? Pan Yinian, do you think that writing a brief introduction to Aristotle can clear you of suspicion of cheating?"

"I'm telling you, it's impossible."

"Also, Aristotle was born in 384 BC, not 347 BC."

Liang Xiuju crossed her arms and sneered disdainfully.

Just this little thing, and you dare to discuss it with her.

Even if her major wasn't history, she could still give this little bastard a good beating and vent her son's anger.

Although the others did not speak, their thoughts were similar to Zhuang Ziwen's.

Only Su Ying frowned, as if she had guessed something but couldn't be sure.

Pan Yinian just smiled and looked around the room, "What did you see just now? Answer me?"

Everyone looked confused.

What do you see?

Are you writing on the blackboard, or are you being criticized by Liang Xiuju so hard that you can't say anything back?

Only Su Ying was slightly stunned and asked uncertainly: "Question?"

"Yes."

Pan Yinian snapped his fingers and said, "This is the first step in my learning method: questioning. However, I'm not like some pigs who can't see the black in themselves. I don't question people, I only question knowledge points."

Hearing this, Liang Xiujiu was so angry that her face turned blue.

This feeling of being made fun of like a clown is even more painful than being slapped in the face...

Pan Yinian glanced at Liang Xiuju teasingly, pointed at the first line of words, and continued:

"During this period, there was no paper in the conventional sense, and no printing."

"At that time, the main recording media were parchment and papyrus."

"Parchment is a complex and expensive process. Given the productivity of the time, even the entire nation of ancient Greece could not have produced it."

"Papyrus is slightly cheaper, but at that time, the price of a single sheet of papyrus was equivalent to a commoner's monthly income."

"I'm curious, how rich was Aristotle to be able to afford so much 'paper'?"

Amidst the puzzled gazes from the audience, Pan Yinian pointed to the second line of words.

"Second point."

"According to historical records, Aristotle began writing books after Plato's death in BC."

"In just 25 years, he created over 1000 million characters, and more than 300 million of them are still in existence. This is truly a miracle."

“Here, I have to mention another person.”

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