Preface

  "The fall of the Ming dynasty is a pain that cuts deeper than the mountains!"

  In the classroom, more than 40 students sat quietly in their chairs looking forward. In front of them was a tall and robust man with a shaved head, who looked more like a thug than a teacher.

  Of course, no matter how he behaves like a rogue, this guy is still their history teacher Zeng Bifan.

  As a history teacher, most of them have a strong sense of justice in their hearts, and Teacher Zeng is no exception.

  By the end of the Qing dynasty, the court was holding on to its remaining power, with a small clique dominating the country, and everything was done in the interest of this clique. All reform was naturally out of the question! Some people even hoped that the Qing could enter capitalism by running, and that it would be reformed without revolution - what nonsense!

  Zeng Bifan always looked like he was in extreme pain when explaining Qing history. The students below were used to it, and a few female students even snickered secretly.

  "Alas, where are you all going?"

  The students were not very diligent, and the teacher was used to it. Zeng Bifan scribbled down the topic with a piece of chalk and shouted: "Each person is limited to before next Tuesday, hand in 1,000 words!"

  ……

  ……

  "If I can get 300 mu of paddy fields, this time I won't be a monkey king."

  Went to the poolside to wash hands clean, looking at a group of children scattering around, Zeng Bifan smiled slightly.

  As a history teacher, his classical Chinese and poetry foundation are not bad, which is in sharp contrast to his rough appearance.

  "Zeng Bifan, you idiot, what are you wandering around for? Hurry up and leave, can't you see it's raining?"

  He was also moved by the fact that several other powerful men were already shouting outside the window. Some interest classes set up specifically for students in this school, such as dance, calligraphy, piano and so on.

  Zeng Bifan and the ones in front of him are all part-time teachers of the martial arts class. Teacher Zeng looks fierce, but is actually a kind-hearted person, and comes from a family of martial artists, so he is still a core force in the interest classes.

  "Come on, come on! Hurry up!"

  Putting on his raincoat, Zeng Bufan rushed out.

  Today is the day of the competition, and the students in the martial arts class are already waiting on the school bus.

  Walking in the rain, Zeng Bifan had not yet come out of his emotions just now.

  Indeed, every time it comes to the late Ming and early Qing or the late Qing, Mr. Zeng is very frustrated. The several thousand years of Chinese history are probably more difficult to talk about than these two periods.

  Damn it's painful!

  "If I were given a chance to travel through time, I would definitely strangle Jian Nu in his cradle! Who cares if Jian Nu is always producing top-notch players!"

  Soybean-sized raindrops kept hitting his face, and Zeng Bufan was thinking excitedly.

  Recently read a lot of cross-dressing books, making Xiao Zeng teacher's heart itch.

  "Zeng Bifan, be careful!"

  Dimly, it seemed like someone was shouting at him, but the sound of the rain was too loud to hear clearly.

  But soon he knew what was going on... A small car was rushing around the campus at a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour, heading straight for Zeng Bifan. Before he could react, the official second-generation foot on the car was still stepping on the accelerator, and with a loud crash, Zeng Bifan, a high school history teacher, had already been knocked flying into the air.

  "My god..."

  This was Mr. Zeng's last clear consciousness in this dimensional space.

  But before he fell unconscious, he seemed to hear a majestic voice echoing in his mind: I'm giving you this chance!