The desk where I took my postgraduate entrance examination was connected to the weird interdimensional academic battlefield.
The rhyme table of "Modern Chinese" was transformed into 36 beauties in cheongsam, forcing me to practice mouth shapes;
"Principles of Marxism" condensed into thugs in suits and used dialectics to lock my hand in writing lesson plans;
"English Teaching Method" The blond elf held a task-based teaching arrow against my throat: "If you say a wrong classroom instruction, the Henan dialect rap punishment program will be triggered."
Help! Why does this academic Shura field still have interdisciplinary jealous literature?
Intention: In the collision of vocabulary memory method and materialist dialectics, awakening the physical aesthetics of knowledge
