But at this time, Fang Rui nodded very satisfied!

"You're right, but let me add it to you." Fang Rui paused, looking at these laughing classmates, and shook his head slightly.

Literature is not a lofty thing. In fact, literature is just this. It’s just that scholars are very important in the eyes of some people. Over time, the word literature no longer applies to ordinary people. It seems to have become The codenames of those literati and inkmen are average.

But they can only say that they dig deeper and hide literature, and most people still use this most basic literature.

"Huh? Can this be good too?"

"No, is Fang Dashen crazy? Must be crazy!"

"I said that Fang Dashen plays programming. It is really difficult for him to play literature. It's okay, Fang Dashen, even if you don't talk about programming, we will listen to you."

"Fang Dashen, let's stop talking nonsense, what should I do if the child is broken?"

A group of people turned on various spit modes, and Fang Rui was too lazy to compete with them, and directly shot the book on the table. Of course, the strength was well controlled, otherwise Fang Rui would be fun if he accidentally smashed it.

"Quiet." Fang Rui clapped his hands, then quickly flipped through the ppt behind without saying a word, then turned off the multimedia and looked at the students.

"What did you see?" Fang Rui asked.

"PPT."

"Know how."

"modern literature."

......

Various answers, if it was an old gentleman's class, these students would really not dare to play like this, but Fang Rui is different. After all, this is a peer of the same age and not so restrictive.

These college students almost took this class as an activity class to relax, of course, it was an activity on the lips.

"Vulgar!" Fang Rui said suddenly.

"Xue Ming, tell me what you saw." Fang Rui took a breath and said to Xue Ming.

Now Zi Miao Yan is also very scared, how can Xue Ming behave like this in normal times, and now he has to ask Xue Ming to answer questions, this is simply unheard of!

Seeing Fang Rui's dissatisfied and frantic expression, the students suddenly did not dare to speak, all staring at Xue Ming with a gleeful expression on his face.

Xue Ming is not majoring in literature at all. He is here to ensure that he doesn't have a major, so he can tell one thing, so he can't be like that!

"Well, say it in advance, if I can't say it, don't do it." Xue Ming scratched his head, and then such a big man actually hid his body behind Miao Yan, causing the classroom to look shameless. Looked at him with the same eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense." Fang Rui threw a chalk head over, and then the guy caught the chalk head with a smile, and then stood up.

"I think the basic knowledge of literature is good. Just like us, who knows how to speak and write? But we lack our own thinking. The ppt just now contains the thoughts of literati and mogists, and there is a little teacher's personal feeling. Emotions, but all of these have a feature that they are other people's things." At this point, Xue Ming paused and looked at Fang Rui.

"So what we just saw is'other people's literature'."

The voice fell, the class was silent.

"Papa......"

I don't know when Fang Rui actually took the lead and began to applaud, and the students behind also evoked a burst of applause.

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