Killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of your own, or killing eight hundred enemies and losing one thousand of your own, these are both cruel ways of fighting.
Fang Yan had many ways to knock Zhang Yu down, to make him miserable and disgraced. Of course Fang Yan could do it.
However, he would not choose to do so.
Just as he said, he hopes to convey positive energy to his students. He wants them to be genuine, kind and brave. He wants them to have rich knowledge and a humble attitude towards life. He hopes they can be such great and charming people.
He is a Chinese teacher, and Zhang Yu is also a Chinese teacher. If two Chinese teachers quarrel over a place like aunties in the vegetable market, where is the dignity of teachers? Where is the decorum
Jealousy made Zhang Yu crazy and irrational. He was ready to dethrone the emperor, but Fang Yan would not let him succeed. He would not duel with him, and he was not even willing to let him touch the corner of his clothes.
That’s what Fang Yan thought.
Many times, others call him a jerk.
But sometimes, he also hopes that others can call him a swordsman.
Because of Class 9's retreat, Class 1 students immediately occupied the venue and quickly entered the plot.
To be honest, the performance of the students in Class 1 was really good. They were originally selected from the best students, and with their strong understanding and learning abilities, they came well prepared and perfectly restored the scene of the Hongmen Banquet and the context and mood of each character.
After the first group of students finished their performance, Fang Yan immediately applauded and praised them.
"Well acted." Fang Yan said with a smile.
The students in Class 9 were originally relatively hostile to Class 1, but under the influence and encouragement of Fang Yan, they calmed down and appreciated the performance of Class 1, and also followed Fang Yan in applauding and cheering.
Zhang Yu stood beside Fang Yan. Seeing Fang Yan's performance, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He thought, of course it's good. Class 1 students are originally the best.
"What's good about it? I can only give it a passing grade." Zhang Yu called the group of students to him and commented on them one by one, saying, "Zhang Xuedong, your Xiang Yu doesn't have the domineering aura of the King of Chu. Wang Kai, your Liu Bang is too frivolous. Think about it, his life is in the hands of others, how can he still laugh so happily? He has to be sincere and move people with his emotions. Otherwise, why didn't Xiang Yu kill him? Huang Feihu's Fan Kuai is the most successful, he is brave and resourceful, but he didn't read the lines well. You should read the original text more and practice more when you go back------"
Fang Yan smiled bitterly.
This is just a re-enactment to help everyone have a deeper understanding of this major event that took place during that historical period and influenced the course of history. You require your students to meet the standards of actors completely. Isn't this a bit too demanding
Of course, Zhang Yu is the Chinese teacher of the class, and he taught his student Fang Yan that he should not interrupt casually. Otherwise, it might really lead to a war where both sides would suffer losses.
Zhang Yu waved her hand and said to them, "Okay. You go down and take a rest. The next group of students should prepare. Students below, please pay attention. I hope everyone can perform better and better, and each group will perform better than the previous one. You have watched other people's performances, but they are worse than others. That is not an IQ problem, but an attitude problem."
"Teacher, what if Class 9 sees our performance and finds it's worse than ours?" a student asked jokingly.
"Sun Xinping, aren't you talking nonsense? It's normal that Class Nine performed worse than us-----"
"That's right, why should we compete with Class 9? If we have to compete, we should compete with Class 2, or the top classes in other schools-----"
"When did Class Nine become our rival? We are number one, they are number nine, there are seven numbers between us, okay?"
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The class of students burst into laughter and found this question very interesting.
The students of Class 9 were furious. Isn’t this a naked provocation and insult
"Is Class One so great?" Tang Cheng was the one who jumped out of Class One. He didn't want to have a bad relationship with the class after he left. After all, there were still many people in Class One who were his friends. However, some people were too bullying, and he couldn't stand it anymore. "I think it's too boring there. I don't want to stay there."
"I think so too." Qin Yitian echoed.
She still stood outside the crowd with her hands in her pockets, headphones in her ears, looking as if she had nothing to do with the matter. However, her words at the critical moment were quite significant.
Tang Cheng was overjoyed and looked at his goddess Qin Yitian with excitement.
She replied me!
She is on my side!
She and I are on the same side!
"------"
The class was collectively silent.
Tang Cheng and Qin Yitian's counterattack was so fierce that they were dizzy.
You know, Qin Yitian entered Class 1 with the top score in the school. Until now, no one has been able to surpass her. Suzaku is the well-deserved school beauty, and all students have to respectfully call her "Senior Yitian" when they meet. Such a student will not be replaced by other girls after she leaves.
Tang Cheng is also a top student in the class, and belongs to the first echelon like Qin Yitian. Suzaku is the school hunk, Qin Yitian's die-hard admirer and strongest competitor. Everyone thinks that they are a perfect match, and they will definitely be together happily in the future. They will go to college, start working, and then get married and have children.
However, the two best students in Class 1 both "jumped ship" and left. And they went to Class 9, which they totally despised.
Zhang Yu's face was also extremely embarrassed.
He hated Fang Yan. He hated Fang Yan for stealing his limelight, hated Class 9 for taking Class 1's honor, and hated Fang Yan for poaching his two favorites, Qin Yitian and Tang Cheng.
Now that Qin Yitian and Tang Cheng had stood up to support Class Nine, he felt as if his heart was being pricked by needles.
He waved his hands vigorously, forcibly suppressing his anger, and said to Sun Xinping, who asked the question, "I'm talking about Class 1. We're only competing with students from Class 1. What does the performance of others have to do with us? You can't even recognize who your opponent is. What's wrong with your brain?"
Sun Xinping smiled awkwardly and said, "Teacher, I was just joking-----"
These people kept making innuendos and sarcasms and attacks, which made Fang Yan feel very uncomfortable.
They were belittling Class 9 in their words and didn't take the students of Class 9 seriously at all. This made Fang Yan particularly angry.
Why do they feel so good about themselves and think their students are superior
If someone says that their child is not good-looking, I'm afraid all parents would find it hard to accept it, right
Fang Yan walked up to Zhang Yu and asked, "Teacher Zhang, do you practice Tai Chi?"
"No."
"Do you learn Kung Fu?"
"Not learn."
“Do you exercise?”
Zhang Yu looked at Fang Yan impatiently and said, "What do you want to say?"
"I really want to beat you up in the name of a duel." Fang Yan said. "Unfortunately, you defended too well and didn't give me a chance at all."
"------"
Zhang Yu's face turned purple, anger took over his brain, making him temporarily lose the ability to fight back.
"It feels bad to be looked down upon, right?" Fang Yan asked with a smile. "Before you said those words, why didn't you think about the students in Class 9? They are just a group of children, they are at the most sensitive age - they also have pride and self-esteem. They also like to save face. They are all our students. Do you think it's really okay for you to do this?"
"Did I say something wrong?" Zhang Yu said angrily. "When did Class Nine's scores surpass Class One? Has there ever been such a thing? How come I have no recollection of it? If you're not convinced, let's have a test next month to see how our two classes compare?"
"Compared to what?"
"I can't control the rest, we'll just compete in Chinese," Zhang Yu said. "If you want to compete in all subjects, I have no objection - but I still advise you not to humiliate yourself."
"Okay. Then I'll listen to you. Class 9 will compete with your class 1 in Chinese." Fang Yan said. "I believe they can get good results this time."
Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different species
Is being able to enter Class 1 also a natural thing
Fang Yan knew his students and had confidence in them. None of them had a low IQ, and none of them were fools or idiots. The reason why they did not pass the first class exam when they entered the school was because they did not work hard enough in junior high school or their study methods were wrong.
Now, since he has become the Chinese teacher and head teacher of Class 9, the students' enthusiasm for learning has been fully mobilized. He is not sure about other subjects, but he is confident that they will achieve breakthrough results in the Chinese subject.
Because, before, they had proved this to him with practical actions.
"Really? It would be great if you have confidence." Zhang Yu sneered. "The loser has to apologize to the winner on the school radio station and read an apology written by the winner - do you dare to accept my bet?"
"I dare, but my writing is not good and I'm afraid I can't write a good apology----" Fang Yan said distressedly.
"You don't have to write. Just wait for the script to be read." Zhang Yu said with a sarcastic look on his face.
"I knew that Teacher Zhang wouldn't make things difficult for me." Fang Yan grinned. He patted Zhang Yu's shoulder very hard, as if he was doing it for your own good, and said, "Teachers often have to sit and correct homework, the work pressure is high, and sub-health is getting worse. Teacher Zhang, can I teach you Tai Chi?"
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Zhang Yu thought, you take me for a fool. You want to treat me like a Tai Chi player, right
(PS: On the last day of the month, those who have red tickets and monthly tickets can help Lao Liu to order them. Don’t waste them.) (To be continued)