Luo He looked at the speechless young man, sneered inwardly, but his face remained calm. Then he turned to Mu Hongli and said, "Mu Hongli, before this classmate leaves the classroom, you can explain this classic sentence from 'War and Peace'."
Mu Hongli read it in Russian and then translated, "Everyone has flaws, just like an apple bitten by God. Some people have bigger flaws precisely because God loves their fragrance especially."
"Very good." Luo He nodded with a smile. He turned to Zhao Jiadi again and said expressionlessly, "Then, please leave the classroom next and don't delay our class."
This time Luo He used Chinese because he was afraid that this weak rival in love couldn't understand Russian.
Zhao Jiadi didn't immediately pay attention to Luo He, who had achieved a great victory in this "battle". Instead, he looked at Mu Hongli, who had a complicated expression, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "I came here to find out what Russian language system Mu Hongli is studying. I will listen to the lecture quietly and have no intention of interrupting the progress of the class."
Luo He raised his eyebrows and said with some suspicion, "Do you know Mu Hongli?"
Zhao Jiadi nodded.
Luo He, who realized that he had asked a rather stupid question, turned to Mu Hongli and said with confidence, "Mu Hongli, do you know this classmate?"
Sure enough, Mu Hongli shook her head.
Zhao Jiadi forced a bitter smile. It seemed that he had been slapped hard. Still ignoring Luo He, he looked at Mu Hongli, hoping that she could say something. No matter how miserable the final result might be, he didn't want the pursuit that had just begun to end so quickly and ingloriously. The most comical thing was that it had been a one - man show from start to finish. There wasn't even the heroine's sarcasm or a little comfort. Such an ending was not just tragic, but black - humored. Zhao Jiadi, who had been toyed with so brutally, told himself at that time that he would never fall at the same place again in his life. So he still chose to keep gazing at Mu Hongli, but a miracle didn't happen. She still didn't say a word and instead turned to bury her head in the collection of court poets' works.
He didn't blame her for her reserve or for rejecting his pursuit. He just felt that a woman, at certain times, would be very charming if she showed a little harmless mercy.
What a disappointment.
Zhao Jiadi took a deep breath and sneered, "I don't know spoken language. I don't know a single word."
He suddenly stood up without any hesitation. But instead of leaving the classroom directly, he walked towards the large blackboard composed of four small blackboards, erased everything Luo He had written, picked up a piece of chalk, and began to write in Russian in the astonishment of the whole classroom. The fluency was far better than that of Luo He, who had been in contact with Russian for six or seven years. It was as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, and the speed was extremely fast, dazzling people. Some busybodies began to translate slowly: "Only Germans are the kind of people who are so confident that they can martyr themselves. It is precisely because only the German's confidence is based on an abstract concept - science, that is, the false knowledge of absolute truth. The Frenchman is confident because he believes that he is irresistibly charming both intellectually and physically, to men and to women alike. The Englishman is confident based on the fact that he is from the most organized country in the world... The German's confidence is the worst, the most stubborn and the most annoying, because he thinks that he himself knows the truth, science, which he himself has invented, but in his own view, it is the absolute truth."
It was written in a free and easy manner, without any hitch, completed in one go.
This wonderful passage happens to be from "War and Peace". Many students with this famous book in hand were frantically flipping through the pages, trying to find some mistakes, but unfortunately found that his writing was flawless.
Then this layman of Russian who couldn't even read a single word, Brother Baliang, didn't give the "audience" in the classroom the slightest chance to catch their breath. He glanced at an "Abalakin's Economic Works" on the desk, which was the reading material that Luo He had originally intended to recommend to Mu Hongli on purpose. He pushed the blackboard full of Russian up and pulled down the second blackboard. With three pieces of chalk in his left hand directly, swish, swish, swish, he began a new round of visual bombardment. "The two figures I want to compare are Rousseau and Napoleon. Compare and see whose life has a more significant impact on social development, human civilization, and even the entire 19th century. We tend to vividly describe historical events and great battles, so we are more or less unanimous in preferring the latter historical figure. But if we deeply study the development process of all 19th - century historical events starting from the French Revolution, we may completely change our view... Perhaps, for a large country with a complex ethnic composition like ours, it may even be very dangerous to look for the same form of economic life and management method among various republics."
This time, the number of words far exceeded that of the first paragraph, with approximately two to three thousand words. Only a little blank space was left on the remaining three blackboards, all filled with the most standard, beautiful and skillful Russian words. Among them, there were a large number of professional terms that even top - notch Russian students found obscure. Among the audience who were hit hard, only Luo He could barely and with great effort recognize that it was a rather long and classic passage from "The Collected Works of Arbakin on Economics".
Mu Hongli bit her lip tightly, and her eyes were bright.
Only half of the chalk was left in Zhao Jiadi's hand. He glanced at the young lecturer who no longer had any arrogance and continued to write down one of his reading insights in Russian, "Any good work is just the author telling a story. Any great work as labeled by later generations is a group of busybodies digging out things that the author himself doesn't even understand."
Luo He's face turned green and then white, looking extremely embarrassed.
This was also a blatant slap in the face.
Finally, just as Zhao Jiadi was about to put down the chalk, he glanced at Mu Hongli and his sneer grew even more. He continued to quote a caustic and incisive comment from "War and Peace". "The reputation of a charming and intelligent woman was so unshakably established on Yelena Vasilyevna Bezukhova that she could say the most vulgar and stupid things, yet everyone still praised every word of hers, looking for profound meanings in her words that she herself hadn't intended."
The blackboards covering the entire wall were filled to the brim without a single space for "blankness", just like a paranoiac, leaving no way out for either himself or his enemies, not the slightest margin.
Putting all the chalk ends away properly and without looking at the blackboard that was shocking enough for any senior Russian - language professor, Zhao Jiadi walked out of the classroom without a trace of reluctance.
At that moment, this unassuming guy was just like the chivalrous man in the legend who could kill within ten steps and leave without a trace for a thousand li.
Those who were hit by Zhao Baliang's two "blows" were Luo He, who had to suffer in silence as if he had eaten bitter herbs of his own accord, and Mu Hongli, who was stabbed even deeper.
A knife that doesn't draw blood can cause the most pain.