September 13th.
The first day of school at No. 4 Middle School.
The students received their new books and were still excited and energetic about the new school and new classmates.
Jiang Ning sat in the second to last row, next to the window.
Ma Shicheng was on his left, leaning sideways, whispering to Guo Kunnan behind him.
"The first class today is English class. I hope our English teacher will be a beautiful female teacher." Ma Shicheng was full of expectations.
Guo Kunnan agreed: "My English teacher in junior high school was very beautiful. Unfortunately, my English grades were not good and I failed her."
"If I am given another chance, I will study hard."
Ma Shicheng clasped his hands together with a pious expression: "Give me a beautiful female teacher!"
At this time, a fat middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle appeared at the door. Under the eastern sunlight, his hair flashed a dazzling light.
"Shit, this bald guy can't be my English teacher!" Ma Shicheng covered his eyes and shouted in horror.
In fact, the bald man was the English teacher of Class 8 of Grade 1. As soon as he entered the classroom, he spoke fluent English and then repeated it in Chinese.
Ma Shicheng felt hopeless, Guo Kunnan and Shan Kaiquan also looked unhappy. They were not good at English to begin with, and they had hoped to have a pretty female teacher to motivate them and encourage them to work harder.
Jiang Ning smiled secretly. This English teacher was Chen Haiyang. He was a veteran teacher with good teaching skills. However, he had a bad temper and liked to punish students from time to time, so he was often complained by parents.
But whenever Chen Haiyang took out his resume, the parents would shut up. With Chen Haiyang's level, he could definitely teach at Yuzhou No. 2 Middle School, but he stayed here because No. 4 Middle School was his alma mater.
This is a teacher with feelings.
"Dear students, please introduce yourselves in English so that I can leave an impression."
"Let's start with you."
Chen Haiyang pointed at Xue Yuantong and signaled her to speak first.
Xue Yuantong had no choice, because she was short, so she sat in the first seat.
It was easy for Xue Yuantong to introduce himself. He stood up and spoke fluent English.
This surprised Chen Haiyang. He originally taught English to two experimental classes. Later, the Academic Affairs Office crossed out one of the experimental classes and assigned him an ordinary class. He was a little unhappy about this. He didn't expect that the quality of this class of students was so good, not worse than that of the experimental class at all!
However, the subsequent self-introductions immediately brought down his slightly better mood, which eventually became a little ugly, especially when it was Ma Shicheng and the others' turn. They spoke haltingly and with strange accents, which made Chen Haiyang frown.
After all the students were introduced, Chen Haiyang had a preliminary understanding of the English level of Class 8. Except for a few outstanding students, the rest were much worse than the experimental ones and were not at the same level at all.
The teaching progress needs to be adjusted in the future, otherwise the students in Class 8 will definitely not be able to keep up.
He didn't rush to class, but turned to everyone and asked a question:
"Students, do you think learning English is useful?"
Dong Qingfeng below raised his hand.
Chen Haiyang: "You answer it."
Dong Qingfeng said with a smile: "English is definitely a must, because it will be tested in the college entrance examination. In the future, English will also be a tool for global communication. Many documents are in English. Only by mastering English can we better absorb a wide range of knowledge."
"Please take a seat." Chen Haiyang put his hand down and looked at the whole class and said:
"Anyone else?"
Ma Shicheng rolled his eyes, got excited, and raised his hand as well.
Chen Haiyang also asked him to stand up.
"Teacher, I think English is useless because for most of us, we won't be able to use English after graduation. For example, my math teacher in junior high school must have had poor English, but he can still be a useful person to society."
Hearing Ma Shicheng's words, Dong Qingfeng felt disdainful. It was nothing more than the sophistry of a poor student. Only people with poor English would say that English is not important. For example, many of the game discs he played usually did not have Chinese at all, but he was good at English and could barely understand them, so he could enjoy those games.
Although Ma Shicheng expressed his negative opinion, Chen Haiyang remained calm:
"You sit down too."
Then he asked everyone, "Who do you think is right?"
Without waiting for anyone to answer, he continued:
"Both students are right. English is important, but it is not unimportant. You can still live well in society without mastering English."
“No one can deny this.”
"but."
"For us students, English is a must because it accounts for 150 points in the college entrance examination. If you lose these 150 points, you won't even have the chance to go to university."
"Whether we will be able to use English in the future is not something students should consider. What we need to do is to learn English well!"
Chen Haiyang emphasized: "Do you understand?"
He said sternly:
"My expectations for you are very low. As long as you can get the score I set and don't affect other students' studies, you can play with your phone openly in my class. I will let you do that!"
"I will never say a word to you!"
"If you fail to meet my standards and still cause trouble for me, don't blame me for being rude!"
He stared at the class and gestured with his fingers. Chen Haiyang was bald, stocky, with strong and powerful forearm muscles. In this look, he didn't look like a teacher at all, but rather a gangster.
The students in the class were so shocked that they dared not even breathe.
At the same time, some students were also pondering what Chen Haiyang had just said. As long as they learned English well, could they play with their mobile phones freely in his class
Is there such a good thing
Ma Shicheng was very happy. He had already begun to imagine the happy scene of playing games in Chen Haiyang's class. As he thought about it, Chen Haiyang's reflective bald head began to look pleasing to the eye.
…
The second class is mathematics.
The math teacher is a gentle woman who speaks softly, which is very pleasant to hear.
Hu Jun's eyes widened.
"Look at Hu Jun, look at Hu Jun." Ma Shicheng first patted Jiang Ning, and then said to Guo Kunnan and Shan Kaiquan.
Everyone looked over quietly and saw Hu Jun staring at the math teacher without blinking.
"There's something wrong with this person... The math teacher got married a long time ago!" Shan Kaiquan cursed.
"Is it true? How do you know?" Ma Shicheng asked.
"I was walking around the campus yesterday and saw the math teacher with a daughter, who was about seven or eight years old."
…
The third period was Chinese class. The Chinese teacher was a thin middle-aged man. When he introduced himself, he said:
"Hello everyone, I'm Dai Yongquan, and I'm the Chinese teacher of Class 8 of Grade 1."
Ma Shicheng imitated from below with a pinched voice:
"Hello everyone, I'm Ma Ma Ma from Class 8 of Senior 1... Ma Shicheng."
"You're a fucking stutterer." Guo Kunnan laughed when he heard it.
"Our Chinese teacher stutters. What should we do if he stutters during lectures in the future?"
Jiang Ning said: "If you can't teach, you can't be a teacher."
It is true that the Chinese teacher usually speaks with a stutter, but when it comes to formal teaching, he is very fluent, especially when reciting classical Chinese, with ups and downs, rich emotions and voice.
The teachers of the three main subjects are exactly the same as in the previous life. There was no butterfly effect due to Jiang Ning's interference. It seems that there will be no difference in the other minor subjects.
While listening to the class, Jiang Ning did not forget to practice the Star Transformation Technique.
In the past, he was worried that attending classes would interfere with his cultivation, but now it seems that this time is just right for refining pills.
Perhaps if he dropped out of school and focused on training, his speed would improve, but in his previous life, he had spent hundreds of years in seclusion and was already fed up with that kind of life.
Ignore worldly affairs, cultivate immortality for hundreds of years, and then die again in the catastrophe of transformation
It's boring, boring!
How can you become a god if you don’t become a mortal and don’t experience human life
Jiang Ning followed his Chinese teacher and flipped through the textbooks. Although high school courses were difficult, Jiang Ning was a cultivator with a strong spiritual awareness and an almost photographic memory. Although he might not be able to compare with the top geniuses, it would be easy for him to be admitted to a key university.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. Although cultivating immortals can enhance spiritual awareness, improve memory, and increase nerve reaction speed.
However, it is difficult to change IQ, and the IQ gap cannot reach the same level as that between humans and animals.
Just as modern technology is advanced and has surpassed ancient times by countless times, modern people would never dare to claim to be smarter than humans thousands of years ago. The only thing that surpasses them is their vision.
The same is true for cultivators compared to modern people.
Some things are predetermined and extremely difficult to change, such as IQ and the aptitude for cultivating immortals.