The auditorium was packed with people, more than 200 students and dozens of faculty members gathered together, waiting for the class to officially begin.
Today is the day when Fang Yan officially teaches a large class for first-year students. According to the class schedule of the school's Academic Affairs Office, the six classes attending class today are Class 1, Class 3, Class 5, Class 7, Class 9, and Class 11.
The reason for disrupting the order is to make the grades of the students more even. After all, when Suzaku recruited students, they selected the best students based on their high school entrance exam scores. The best students are naturally in Class 1, the slightly worse ones in Class 2, the worse ones in Class 3, and so on.
It would not be appropriate to teach the best students or the worst students at the same time. Although Fang Yan would treat every student equally, the students in the following classes would definitely think that the school or Teacher Fang Yan was being partial to some and unfair to them.
During class, Fang Yan has been teaching students that there are many unfair things in this world, but he tries his best to pursue the word "fairness" in his dealings with others.
Students come to class, and teachers come to learn or to find fault.
High school is different from college. In college, it is normal for professors to give large classes to students. However, high school pays more attention to small-class teaching, and has stricter requirements on students' enthusiasm for learning and discipline in class.
If students don’t study hard and don’t follow classroom discipline in large classes, and if there are too many people and too many noises to manage, how can they get into the best universities? If they can’t get into the best universities, how can they have the best prospects and future
However, the school made such a decision and decided to let Fang Yan teach all the first-year students.
This was undoubtedly a slap in the face of the other Chinese teachers. Fang Yan was a genius, but they were trash? Did they always mislead the students in their previous teaching? How could they accept this
Therefore, all the teachers came over. They wanted to see what kind of new knowledge and ideological enlightenment Fang Yan, the 'King of Teachers' of Suzaku, could bring to the students. If Fang Yan wanted to get away with it perfunctorily, then sorry, they would use this as an opportunity to launch a fierce counterattack against Fang Yan and the school's top management.
The class is scheduled from 7 to 9 pm, for a two-hour period, with a 15-minute break in between.
It's already past six fifty, but there's still no sign of teacher Fang Yan.
"The time is almost up, why hasn't Teacher Fang Yan come yet?"
"Hehe, I've heard of Teacher Fang Yan's name for a long time. Now I have the opportunity to become his student. Let's see what surprises he will bring us today-----"
"Huang Haoran, has Teacher Fang ever been late for class nine before? Do you want to give her a call and ask?"
The students of Class 9 found that they had suddenly become the focus of everyone's attention and the stars that attracted everyone's attention. Everyone asked the students of Class 9 questions.
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The auditorium was noisy, with students talking among themselves, as chaotic as a vegetable market.
The last row of the auditorium was unusually quiet. A dozen Chinese teachers sat side by side, looking at the students in front of them and maintaining very little communication.
Li Xinhua, the Chinese teacher of Class 3, sat next to Zhang Yu. He looked at Zhang Yu sitting there with a gloomy face and wondered what he was thinking. He said angrily, "Look, is this still a class? The classroom is as noisy as a vegetable market. The students can't calm down. How are we going to have class later?"
Zhang Yu glanced at Li Xinhua and said, "Maybe Teacher Fang has some tricks up his sleeve?"
Ever since the last competition, when Class 1 lost to Class 9 in Chinese, Zhang Yu felt that he couldn't hold his head up in school. Forced by the bet, he went to the school radio station to read the apology letter that he regarded as a lifelong shame, which made him hate Fang Yan even more.
Is it possible for ordinary people to read that damn jingle about flowers flying and ashes becoming fat
This is too much!
It was precisely because of the tragic loss last time that Zhang Yu did not dare to speak too confidently. Otherwise, he would be the one who would be embarrassed.
"Hmph. Let me see what new things he can teach the students today." Li Xinshu said sarcastically, "If the students are not satisfied, we have to report it to the school. Even if Mr. Fang has a close relationship with a certain school director, he can be made the vice-principal or even the principal directly. If he is a teacher, wouldn't that be misleading the students?"
Zhang Yu had also heard about the scandal between Fang Yan and school director Lu Chaoge. He could put the truth of the matter aside for now, but, in his opinion, Fang Yan did have some abilities.
Otherwise, how could his class 1 lose to class 9? You know, this time class 1 lost not because class 1 did not do well in the exam, but because class 9 did too well.
Class One performed well as a whole this time. Except for Qin Yitian and Tang Cheng who changed classes, the other students still performed at their best level in all the exams in Suzaku.
Zhang Yu didn't like Fang Yan's character, but he didn't think Fang Yan was a fool who had no real talent and relied entirely on women to get to his position.
"Wait a little longer." Zhang Yu said. "It's time."
Snapped!
The light above the podium in the auditorium came on. A single spotlight.
Fang Yan walked out from the backstage on time, with the spotlight following him all the way, as if there was a bright sun following above his head.
He was wearing a black Suzaku uniform Zhongshan suit, with the coat buttons unbuttoned, revealing the snow-white shirt underneath. His hair was combed carelessly, and he had a gentle and charming smile on his face. At this time, Fang Yan had the elegance of an intellectual, graceful, and handsome.
This appearance alone caused screams and warm applause from the students.
"Teacher Fang, you are so handsome."
"Andy Lau, Teacher Fang, you look like Andy Lau-----"
"Looks like Tang Zhong, right? He can even act like a woman, Tang Zhong is so handsome------"
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Li Xinhua curled his lips and sneered: "Are you here to teach or to sing? You don't look like a teacher, but more like a third-rate singer who is trying to attract attention."
Zhang Yu frowned slightly and did not respond.
Fang Yan clipped the microphone to the corner of his clothes and glanced at the students below the stage with a smile on his face.
The students raised their heads and looked at Fang Yan, with the same inexplicable smiles on their faces.
Even though Fang Yan hadn't started the lecture yet, both the teacher and the students felt that this would be a pleasant evening.
They felt no pressure or urgency to learn when facing teacher Fang Yan.
Just like close friends, everyone just gets together to chat.
"What is Kung Fu?" Fang Yan asked. The microphone carried his voice to every corner of the auditorium.
The whole place suddenly fell silent.
Has the class officially started now? What does this question mean
They are not here to learn Chinese language courses - what does this have to do with kung fu
It was not until now that the students remembered that Fang Yan came empty-handed. He did not bring the first-grade Chinese textbook. As for the lesson plan - the students in Class 9 said that they had never seen such a thing before.
I have to say that Teacher Fang Yan is not a diligent faculty member.
"Does anyone know?" Fang Yan looked around and asked again, "What is Kung Fu?"
"Southern fists and northern kicks, Shaolin and Wudang Kung Fu -- Kung Fu is our Chinese martial arts."
"Kung Fu can be used for both fighting and defense-----"
"Stephen Chow's movies are Kung Fu-----"
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Seeing that Fang Yan was really asking this question, the students' interest was immediately piqued by several hundred percent, and all kinds of strange and bizarre answers were thrown out.
At first, a dozen people answered, then dozens of people answered. Finally, all the students were arguing and arguing, and the classroom was once again in chaos.
Fang Yan stretched out his hand and pressed down, signaling everyone to be quiet, and said: "Everyone's answer is correct. Kung Fu is the southern fist and the northern kick, it is Shaolin and Wudang Kung Fu, it can be used to attack and defend, and it is also Stephen Chow's movie. Tonight, I will lead you to appreciate the vast and profound world of Chinese martial arts. I want you to know what real Kung Fu is."
Fang Yan waved his hand, and more than a dozen men in black shorts and holding soft knives rushed up. The leader was Zhang Chen, the Wang style coach of the Huihuang Martial Arts School next door.
Zhang Chen stood alone in the front as the spearhead, while the other students spread out and formed a beautiful fan shape.
As the passionate music started, a man's pleasant and steady voice echoed throughout the venue.
"After a century of slumber, the Chinese people are gradually waking up-----"
ah-----
The students screamed.
For this magnificent scene, for this familiar song.
"drink-----"
Zhang Chen slashed with his sword, shaking the earth.
"drink------"
A dozen students behind him swung their swords at the same time, breaking the sky with their force.
"Open your eyes and look carefully, who is willing to admit that he is a captive----"
"Hah----" Zhang Chen held the knife above his head and did a 180-degree flip.
"Ah------" More than a dozen students held knives on their heads and flipped 180 degrees at the same time.
"Open your mouth and shout loudly. This is a place where all the people in the country are soldiers. If a robber wants to invade, he must die-----"
The music became more exciting, and the swordplay performed by Zhang Chen and the students of the martial arts school became more exciting.
The music is the background of the sword formation, making it more imposing.
The sword array is the body of music, giving music an unruly soul.
The music is desolate and tragic, yet it contains endless power.
The flashing of swords and the roars of men filled the world with hope and filled everyone present with confidence of victory.
"The Great Wall will never fall, the Yellow River flows for thousands of miles----" (To be continued)