After rebirth, I handed over my past life information to the country

"Then Sister Ning is in danger now." Jiang Bin's face was full of worry. "No, I'll call Dad now."

Without waiting for Gu Ning's consent, Jiang Bin ran to make a phone call.

Gu Ning instructed the three little ones, "When you go home after school, take the main road, not the side roads. Don't trust anyone except your sister and Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang who will pick you up personally."

The three little ones nodded.

Gu Ning stroked their hair one by one.

"Sister is going to attend evening classes. After you exercise and take a shower, go do your homework."

When Gu Ning left, Jiang Bin was still on the phone complaining to his father.

Evening study starts at 7 o'clock. All the students arrived at 6:30. The head teacher said yesterday that starting from tomorrow night, the cultural and entertainment committee will take the lead in singing and telling stories half an hour before class.

Gu Ning regretted it since last night, wondering why he hadn't thought of running for the position of cultural and entertainment committee member in his previous life.

Now that the time has come, we have no choice but to go for it.

Gu Ning walked up to the podium and wrote the lyrics on the blackboard.

"Tonight I am going to teach the students to sing "Dream Camel Bell". If any of you know how to sing this song, please sing it with me first."

"I climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at my hometown. The yellow sand stretched for thousands of miles. Where did the camel bells come from? The sound struck my heart. I longed to embark on the road of longing, flying over the mountains for thousands of miles. The returning geese in the sky were covered with the setting sun. Where is my hometown? The wind and sand could not wipe away the blood marks imprinted in history, nor could the wind and sand wipe away the blood and tears of the pale crabapple..."

The lyrics are catchy and after singing them a few times, I basically know how to sing them.

Gu Ning picked up the ruler on the podium and tapped it, "Students, do you know what this song is about?"

“It’s a love story.”

"It's about a stranger missing his hometown."

"It tells the story of a general guarding the border."

"None of them are correct!" Gu Ning drew a crabapple leaf on the side of the blackboard. "Classmates, look at what I drew?"

Chen Jie raised his hand, "It's a picture of a crabapple leaf, but there are two extra dots next to it."

"What the monitor said is right. What I drew is the crabapple leaves, the crabapple leaves in the lyrics."

Gu Ning wiped off the edge and said, "Classmates, take a look at what I am drawing now."

“China Map!!!”

"The erased part is the outer layer that was cut off."

Gu Ning nodded, "Yes! Do you know how to divide it?"

"do not know!"

"do not know!"

"plus 1"

Gu Ning clapped the ruler and the students quieted down.

"During the peak period of the Qing Dynasty, my country's land area was 1316 million square kilometers, and its shape resembled a begonia leaf.

After the defeat in the Opium War in 1840, the Qing government began its humiliating history of ceding territory and paying indemnities, ceding 150 million square kilometers of land.

In February 1945, the leaders of the Soviet Union proposed that if the Soviet Union declared war on Japan, China must agree to the independence of Outer Mongolia.

After two months of negotiations, the Nationalist government finally compromised and Chiang Kai-shek recognized the independence of Mongolia.

We once again lost nearly 160 million square kilometers of land. The beautiful begonias turned into big roosters, and 160 million square kilometers of homeland became a foreign land.

Twelve years ago, Taiwanese lyricist Xiao Xuan, after learning about this period of history, wrote this sad and desolate song, which was then composed by her husband and sung by Fei Yuqing.

"Students, this song sings about national hatred and family feuds. It makes us understand that if we fall behind, we will be beaten.

Dignity lies on the tip of the sword, and truth is only within the range of the cannon.

No matter how bad our cannons are, they can still protect you. No matter how good foreign cannons are, they can still beat you.

Our country is just starting out, and many aspects are not as good as those of foreign countries. If you think there is something wrong with our country, you should build it, change it, and improve it. Don't slander it, because it is because of it that you have the opportunity to sit here and study."

Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa

There was applause in the classroom.

Old Tan walked into the classroom, "Gu Ning is right. I would like to add that we should remember history, learn from our mistakes, and ensure that the younger generations will never repeat the same mistakes.

Gu Ning said it well: Dignity exists on the peak of the sword, and truth is only within the range of the cannon. "

Gu Ning…it wasn’t me who said that. It was Ai Jiaoshou who said that.

"Let's sing 'Dream Camel Bell' again and get ready for class. Gu Ning, you take the lead."

The song of "Dream Camel Bell" was audible again in the classroom of Class 8 of Grade , attracting the principal who was patrolling the classroom.

The bell for class has already rung, but students from which class are still singing and having fun? Has the teacher not come to teach yet?

Principal Wang walked to the outside of Class 8's classroom and peeked inside secretly. Hey! Old Tan is in the classroom, so everything is fine.

After the students finished singing, Gu Ning pointed to the two lines of words on the blackboard and said, "Students, after you read these two sentences, we will start class."

"Dignity lies on the tip of the sword, truth lies only within the range of the cannon."

Principal Wang stood outside, chewing over these words, and then left quietly.

"Now we are in class. Yesterday afternoon we finished studying "Who is the Loveliest Person". Did everyone memorize it? I will start spot checking now."

Old Tan looked around the classroom. All sixty-three students lowered their heads, and no one looked him in the eye.

Is there no one who takes the initiative to recite it?

Then you start as the class monitor!

"Chen Jie, you go first."

The monitor stood up and recited:

“Who is the cutest person, author, Wei Wei.

Every day in North Korea, I am moved by something; the tide of my thoughts and emotions is running wild; I want to tell everything to my friends in my homeland.

……

Who are our most lovely people? Our soldiers, I feel they are the most lovely people..."

As expected of the class monitor, he recited it word for word.

"Who do you want to choose next? Ren Danhua, it's you." said Old Tan.

Ren Danhua's heart tightened. Why did Old Tan choose me as the second one? I had forgotten to recite it.

"Every day in North Korea, I am moved by something; the tide of my thoughts and feelings is running wild; I think... I think... I think..."

Old Tan pressed his hand and motioned Ren Danhua to sit down: "No need to think about it, come to my office tomorrow afternoon to recite."

Ren Danhua sat down with a bitter face.

The students prayed in their hearts, God bless you, please don’t pick me.

"The last person to be checked today," Old Tan said slowly, "Who should I check?"

The students' hearts were in their throats, waiting for Old Tan's final blow to fall.

"Gu Ning, you will recite the last one."

Gu Ning glanced at his classmates, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Ning's grades were in the upper middle range in the class, and he was one of those students that the subject teachers tended to forget.

The students that teachers can remember are either those with the best grades and are the favorites of teachers of various subjects, or those with the worst grades and are the poor students who play mischief in the back row all day long and affect the classes.

Gu Ning thought about his level in his previous life and recited the text haltingly.

Old Tan frowned and nodded reluctantly, "Sit down!"

This classmate Gu Ning is a smart person, but now she stutters when reciting a text. She must not be studying hard. Should we give her a few more papers to do in private?