Fast Time Travel: Cannon Fodder's Road to Godhood

The one-hour waiting time passed quickly, and Suning stood at the entrance of an alley in the blink of an eye. "Read the newspaper, read the newspaper!" A newspaper seller riding a bicycle passed by, and a newspaper fell to the ground.

Suning bent down and picked up the newspaper. The date on it was September 1945, 9, and the big headline read: Huating Liberation Day.Su Ning continued to look down, surrounded by words celebrating liberation, and on the back there was a list of commemorative martyrs.

"Now enter the dreamland. The tasker is a student. You must not destroy the identity settings. The tasker only has one chance to find the illusion maker." Su Ning was still holding the newspaper. There are delicious fried dough sticks and soy milk.Su Ning looked at himself. He was wearing a black student uniform, which should be around the 30s.

"Ningning, hurry up and have breakfast, and go to school with Xingwen today." A female voice came from inside the room, and a middle-aged woman in an old cheongsam came out.She was also holding a blue cloth satchel in her hand.

"Hurry up and eat, it's the time for school to start today, so you're not allowed to be late." The woman put her schoolbag on the chair, sat next to her and began to chatter while eating deep-fried dough sticks: "I don't think it's going to be peaceful these days. After a while, we moved away from here. Your uncle found a job in the mountain city, and I heard it was quite reliable. I also read in the newspaper that something happened to Beiding." The woman ate the fried dough sticks and Putting it down and sighing: "I don't know when we ordinary people will have a stable life."

Su Ning listened carefully to the woman's nagging, and deduced from it that the situation was roughly similar to the historical time he had learned. Foreign troops invaded Hua, but the name of the place changed.The woman's identity should be this person's mother. Since he is looking for the illusion maker, his current identity should be related to the illusion maker, and they can know each other.

The car bell rang outside, and a crisp boy's voice came: "Ning Ning, have you eaten yet?"

When the woman heard the voice outside, she frowned and looked at Suning and blamed, "Look, you haven't finished eating yet. Xingwen is ready for school." He shouted in his arms: "Xingwen, wait a minute, have you eaten this morning? Auntie bought a lot of fried dough sticks today, and you and Ningning will share them later."

Su Ning was urged to go out by the woman. Outside, a boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes was riding a bicycle and looked at Su Ning with a smile, "Ning Ning, you are really slow. Today I heard that a new teacher came from Beiding." The boy looked at Su's mother Passed him a few fried dough sticks and quickly declined: "Mother Su, you are welcome. My mother has already cooked for me this morning."

"Okay." Mother Su pushed Suning with a smile on her face and let him sit on Xingwen's driveway: "Slow down."

The old-fashioned [-] bicycles, Ling Lingling, drove past the entrance of the alley, and Suning gnawed on fried dough sticks and looked at the alley.Surrounded by lively voices with Huating’s unique dialect, the owner of the barbershop in robes greeted them, the man in the old suit who burned the charcoal stove talked to his wife, and the little brother outside the bookstore took care of the climbers. Loofah flowers and pepper flowers.An alley is as warm and friendly as before. At the entrance of the alley, there is a lush Sophora japonica tree, which is now in bloom. Many women are holding bamboo poles to beat the Sophora japonica.The old man selling deep-fried dough sticks under the tree was arguing with a group of women, "You beat me up, you got all the flowers in my deep-fried dough sticks."

Xingwen rode in front and said, "Ningning, why don't you talk?"

"Ah?" Su Ning was stunned, not knowing what to say.

"Hahahaha." Xingwen laughed heartily, with a youthful air, "Don't you want to go to school? But I can look forward to it today. I always feel that the teacher from Beiding is unusual, and it must be very interesting."

Su Ning also smiled at the back, the person who can create the illusion must be an important person, just like the ordinary fried dough sticks seller or the haircut person, he must be the main character to support the dream.

Xingwen rode very fast, but they arrived at the school in 10 minutes.This is a temporary small school, because of the frequent wars, the students who study here are all students from nearby alleys.

"Hi, Xingwen, Ningning!" Other students at the school gate came up to say hello enthusiastically, Xingwen stopped his bicycle, and walked into the classroom with other students shoulder to shoulder.

Suning sat by the window, and the classroom was also made of a temporary room, and some benches and tables were brought by each family. "Ningning, why are you so unhappy on the first day of school?" Xingwen took out his book and touched Suning with his elbow and smiled.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about something." Suning smiled, took out the newspaper he got at home from his schoolbag, and read it carefully.The above date is July [-], [-], and the time given to them by the base is one month, that is, until August [-].Su Ning thought for a while, August [-]th happened to be the time when Huating was bombed in history, and maybe the people here were killed, and one of the dead people was unwilling to create the dream.

The newspapers also reported that Beiding was occupied, plus some scattered social news.Suning read the entire newspaper, but found nothing.Before coming to the dreamland, he also held a newspaper in his hand, and that newspaper might be an important clue.He remembered almost the names of the martyrs in that newspaper. Su Ning thought of this and took a pen and paper and began to silently recite those names.

Jingling bells sounded for class, everyone took out their Chinese books, and there were soft footsteps from outside.Xingwen poked Suning excitedly and whispered, "The first class is Chinese, the teacher is coming soon."

Su Ning smiled slightly. The teacher who came from Beiding was a man who taught Chinese. I heard that this man was a master of Chinese. Because his home was bombed, he came to Huating to seek refuge. However, there is no stable residence in this Central Plains. There are no eggs below.

A thin and elegant man walked in from the outside, holding a yellowed national document, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed round eyes, and wearing a white shirt.Appears to be about 30 years old.He took chalk and wrote three characters on the blackboard in a thin gold font: Zhou Yuanqing.

"Hello, students, I am your new Chinese teacher Zhou Yuanqing." The clear tone made the students in the class breathe a sigh of relief. They have never seen such a Chinese teacher. Generally, those who come to class are old masters, which is rare. To be so gentle is like a son who has walked out of the spring and autumn.

Su Ning stared at Zhou Yuanqing in a daze. Such a person with a different painting style from the surroundings must have something to do with the appearance of the illusion.

The teacher slightly raised the corner of his mouth on the podium and said: "Today, please turn to page 27. Today we are studying the pre-Qin period. Does anyone have any opinions on the pre-Qin poetry anthology?"

There are also a few female students in the classroom, they all bravely entered the school under the banner of independence, not only the male students but also the teachers in the school admire them a lot.Seeing a girl raise her hand, the husband smiled and asked a girl to stand up.

The female student said generously: "I have read the Book of Songs for a long time, and my favorite chapter in it is Wuyi."

Zhou Yuanqing came down and asked the female student to continue talking, the female student's voice was crisp and clear, with her own feelings in it, or the thoughts in the hearts of everyone in this school, "It's said that Wuyi is in the same robe as Zi. Wang Yu Xingshi, repair my spear and spear. I have the same hatred as my son! How can I say that Wuyi has the same lust as my son. Repair my armored soldiers. Walk with me! We have now repaired our spears and bows, and march forward to defend our country without fear!"

When Su Ning watched the female student read this poem, many people in the class started to read it together. He was still wondering if he had missed the list in the newspaper, and felt a tap on his forehead. Zhou Yuanqing said gently Smiling towards him: "Why don't you listen carefully?"

Su Ning lowered his head slightly and flipped through the book, pretending to be very serious.After the female student finished speaking, she asked Zhou Yuanqing, "Sir, how about this poem?"

Zhou Yuanqing turned his head and looked at the female student appreciatively and clapped his hands: "This poem is very good, and you recite it very well. When the family and the country are in peril, we need us to have a heart that is not afraid."

When everyone heard Mr.'s praise, their faces flushed with excitement.Their Chinese teachers in the past never allowed them to have such thoughts. Although they had the reason to protect the students, they always kept these students from expressing their enthusiasm.

Suning turned the pages of the book with his chin in his hands, and listened to Zhou Yuanqing continuing to talk about the Book of Songs. Zhou Yuanqing was most likely the creator of the illusion, but it couldn't be that simple.

The Chinese class ended soon, and Zhou Yuanqing asked before the get out of class was dismissed: "Okay, class will end soon. What do you think of Yong?"

Xingwen next to Suning was already eager to try, he raised his hand high and stood up and said, "Sir, I only have one word to describe brave."

"Please say."

"Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go!" Xingwen said these words sonorously and forcefully. He had seen too much foreign troops bullying the Central Plains, and he had already made up his mind to be a soldier.

Zhou Yuanqing paused for a long time, then clapped his hands and said: "Xingwen's description is very good! In the past, Zeng Zi called Zixiang and said: "Is your son so brave? I have heard that he is braver than his master. He does not shrink, although he is brown and broad. I am not worried; I shrink back from myself. Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go. Since we have good conduct and no shame, we must stick to our ideals. How much courage is needed to do it, and I would like to Myself and my students will have that courage."

After Zhou Yuanqing finished talking about Yong, he said when the get out of class bell rang: "Okay, today is my first day to teach, and I don't know much about your level. I will give you a paper tomorrow, and you can answer as you like." But, it’s convenient for my future teaching progress, okay?”

Everyone excitedly said yes!A Chinese class ended with excitement and excitement, followed by other classes, arithmetic and the like were also very simple for Suning.

When school was over, Xingwen took Suning home on a bicycle. They could smell the lunch made by Mommy from the alley. Everyone’s house was close to everyone’s house. Today I made a braised fish and gave it to the neighbors. Tomorrow you cook Dongpo meat, neighbors and neighbors get along harmoniously.