After class, Shen Qiuhua took the initiative to stand beside Principal Xu, waiting for feedback. Since Principal Xu is a teaching principal, he naturally understands the effectiveness of teaching. Now this effect, she has no words for a while. "Come to my office when there is no class."
Looking at the hurriedly leaving back, Shen Qiuhua shrugged.
"Teacher, teacher! How are we doing today?" her department representative asked excitedly.
Shen Qiuhua patted the student's head, "Well done, thank you."
"Yeah!" Unexpectedly, the whole class cheered at this moment. Emotions, these students have been listening with pricked ears.
The so-called dignity of teachers is the respect and trust that students have for teachers in their hearts, rather than simply putting on airs and playing prestige. Only by being close to his teacher can he believe his way. Shen Qiuhua follows the family motto, and the truth of this is still very clear. So quickly mingle with this group of students.
After class feedback, Principal Xu was no longer overly embarrassed. Or can't find what's wrong. They are all engaged in teaching, so it's not good to open your eyes and talk nonsense, right
"Even if this matter is resolved?" Yang Qiong felt that almost nothing was done.
"What else do you want?" Shen Qiuhua glanced at her, this person is always so unstoppable. "She is a leader, and she should give her face. Things in the world are not black and white, and you don't need to be too serious. As long as she doesn't come to trouble me, I naturally won't bother her."
Yang Qiong pouted, "You were not so soft-hearted in your previous life."
"Past life?" Shen Qiuhua was stunned for a moment. The past life has been too long, and many things have been blurred by her deliberate forgetting. "The harem battle in the previous life has always been a life-and-death struggle. I can't give my opponent a chance to turn over because of the benevolence of a woman. This life is different. Principal Xu said that going out of the sky is just to find some trouble at work, and there will be no worries about life. ." The level gap in the battle is too big, so she naturally has to treat it differently.
Yang Qiong leaned on the sofa and put her hands behind her head, "I hope she understands this truth."
Facts have proved that Principal Xu is still quite tossing. After Shen Qiuhua didn't get any results here, the whole school's basic martial arts training activity was launched. Competition lesson plan design, competition blackboard writing design, competition lectures, competition speeches... All the teachers in the school were mourning.
"How do you think I'm a sports teacher writing on the blackboard? She got me a blackboard on the playground if she had the ability!" When Yang Qiong heard about the design of the blackboard writing, she was blown away. Isn't this pure nonsense
"Okay, I heard that no matter what discipline, the competition of ancient poems and paintings is said to be for the sake of praise." Shen Qiuhua was busy with his hair. Thinking about it, it really blinded Principal Xu's intentions. She worked hard to get things done, but it was a pity that the middle-level cadres were not doing enough. The teaching office was already busy. She had so many competitions in one sentence, which one should not be arranged by the teaching office? There are policies and measures to counter. The people in the teaching office directly simplified the game. No matter what subject you are, it's all the same topic, figure it out for yourself.
"Wow, I can write an ancient poem, but I can't draw." Yang Qiong saw Shen Qiuhua laying paper, and immediately came over to act like a spoiled child.
Shen Qiuhua snickered, but did not answer. Feel free to write down a poem on rice paper. "On the seven strings of Lingling, listen to the wind and cold in the pine. Although the ancient tune is self-love, many people don't play it today." It is the "Playing the Qin" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. After writing, she drew a few more strokes in the blank space in the lower right corner, and a guqin appeared on the paper. Although the lines are extremely simple, the quaint charm is well expressed.
"Go and practice."
"Qiuhua, you're the best. Come on, give me a kiss." Yang Qiong kissed Shen Qiuhua and ran aside to practice with the rice paper. Of course, she doesn't practice with a brush, so she draws with a water-based pen.
Yang Qiong's blackboard writing is solved, what should I write? Shen Qiuhua pondered for a while with the pen in hand, and wrote: "The ancient rivers and mountains are indefinitely rejected. In the sound of painting corners, the horses come and go frequently. Who can say anything about the desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple tree. There used to be countless resentments. Ge, Qingzhong Dusk Road. How deep is the love? Deep in the mountains and sunset in the late autumn rain." She had read Nalan Rongruo's words for the superior class in the upper district, and was deeply impressed by the song "Butterfly Loves Flowers". I picked this one right away. Then I sketched a tree on rice paper, standing alone in the sunset. Several birds flew by in the distance, but the sky seemed even more vast. There are not many objects in the whole picture, but the artistic conception in the words is vividly expressed.
"I think you are the only one who dares to pick such a meaningful word." Yang Qiong didn't know when he came over.
Shen Qiuhua turned his head and asked, "Have you finished painting?"
"It's finished!" Yang Qiong took out her work as if offering a treasure, and the corners of Shen Qiuhua's mouth couldn't help bending upwards. "Hey!, I think it's not bad!" Yang Qiong looked at her painting again, it's okay! Horizontal is horizontal, vertical is vertical, and there are seven strings.
"Well, it's alright." Shen Qiuhua couldn't help but smiled sweetly. She really didn't mean to laugh at people, if Yang Qiong could be called a painting, she thought it would be fine.
The lesson plan design competition and the blackboard writing design competition are held at the same time. It can be seen how perfunctory the teaching department is. Each person has a teaching plan sheet, and the subject is determined by drawing lots by subject. After that, the entire multi-functional hall was filled with the sound of rustling writing. This is the teacher's basic skill, so most people don't have much problem. If you get the subject and flip through the textbook, you can basically write it. Soon, the teachers handed in the papers one after another.
After handing in the papers, each person will receive a small blackboard and a few pieces of chalk. Write whatever poems you want, both inside and outside of class. At this time, it was the strength of the art teacher. One by one, he showed his arms and rolled up his sleeves, and began to paint under the envious eyes of other teachers.
Not to be outdone, Yang Qiong started writing when she got the blackboard. After a while, the blackboard design is over. She wasn't in a hurry to hand it over, she just put it on the table and started walking around.
To be a teacher is really a chore. This group of people actually painted the same way. She moved to Shen Qiuhua's side and saw that the latter was already drawing the last few strokes. Although the chalk was changed, the stroke of the pen was still sharp.
Shen Qiuhua's "Butterfly Loves Flowers" has many words. If you follow the writing method of ordinary people, I am afraid that there is no place to draw after writing. Fortunately, she can write teeny small letters, and with chalk, she can write very small characters, but they will not be hard to read.
"I think you must be the first." Yang Qiong praised.
"It doesn't matter, it's just to deal with errands. I just don't want to be inferior." She didn't care about the ranking, but she didn't want people to look down on it.
When the time came, everyone put their little blackboard in front. The teaching office quickly put these blackboards in the corridor, so that each teacher can see the works of others and exchange and learn from each other.
"Xiao Shen's word is so difficult! How can you put so many words in it?" Teacher An from the same group sighed.
"Yeah, this painting deserves a good artistic conception. It looks like a few simple strokes, how can the artistic conception come out? No, I have to take a picture." Teacher Wang immediately took out his mobile phone to take a picture.
At this time, Director Li came over and nodded at Shen Qiuhua's work, and then said to Shen Qiuhua, "Xiao Shen, are you busy during this time? Those students are still waiting for you to train."
Shen Qiuhua smiled, "I know. I will organize their training tomorrow."
Director Li nodded in satisfaction. "Good job."
Subsequent speaking competitions and speech competitions all need to be unscripted. It’s okay to talk about the class, after all, it’s just about the class process, everyone is familiar with it, and they can talk about the same thing in a hurry. But the speech contest is different, it's all about rote memorization. There are more than a dozen topics to choose from, but everyone has to memorize which one.
Yang Qiongtu saved the trouble, and directly reviewed the patriotic education content he had memorized when he was a soldier before, and then turned over the given topic and planned to rely on it.
"That's it, my ideal."
Shen Qiuhua is of course more trouble-free, he is an unforgettable evildoer, just look at anything and it's over. So for her, the back is not the problem, the problem is speaking.
"Then I'll choose this too. My ideal." Lying in Yang Qiong's arms, she looked at the dozen or so questions on Yang Qiong's phone, and said with a lack of interest.
"Uh..." Yang Qiong felt that the contrast should not be so strong! Are you going to be slapped again? "Then I'll say it earlier, you say it later, let's divert a few people. I don't want to make such a strong contrast." Yang Qiong is also embarrassed.
"I have a class that afternoon, so I'll probably be last in line."
On the day of the speech contest, there is no set order. That is, whoever has no class will go to the multi-purpose hall and line up, and then go in one by one. Principal Wang, Principal Xu and several directors of the teaching office served as judges.
In view of the fact that almost all teachers are devoted to their jobs, selfless dedication, teaching and educating people, etc., several judges have already fallen asleep. Yang Qiong's appearance finally lifted their spirits. Hearing the patriotic righteousness of joining the army to defend the country and guarding the border, everyone's blood boiled. Yang Qiong's remarks were guided by a special person in the army, and she spoke with full energy, and she had to stand upright, so that she appeared generous and generous, which changed her image, who had always felt condescending. At the end, a standard military salute won the applause of the crowd.
"As expected of a soldier, this spirit, our school lacks such spirit!" Principal Wang praised.
As soon as Yang Qiong came out, the other teachers quickly asked, "What did you just say? The applause was so warm inside."
"It's nothing, tell me what I did when I was a soldier."
"Hey! Are you cheating!" Someone joked outside.
Shen Qiuhua had two classes in a row in the afternoon. When I went to the multi-purpose hall after class, there was only one person left. Seeing her coming, the man asked, "Why did you come? I think I'm the last one. You are later than me."
"They won't leave me if it's too late." As he was talking, the teacher inside came out, and the teacher in front of Shen Qiuhua went in.
When it was Shen Qiuhua's turn, she still reported the topic, and then talked about the truth of governing the country. In fact, she doesn't have any big ideals. Her education is to help her husband and children, and to be a good domestic helper. However, she was deeply influenced by her father and brother. The Shen family was an aristocratic family, and all she thought and thought was to help the society and benefit the common people.