Fresh tea house.
Fang Yan personally boiled water to make tea, held the teapot and filled the cup in front of Huang Wenqiang with tea, and said with a smile: "The conditions here are too simple. When I have the chance in the future, I will definitely make a cup of good tea to entertain the distinguished guests."
"What kind of distinguished guest am I?" Huang Wenqiang said with a smile, taking a sip from the teacup, and said, "It's true that the tea brewed by Teacher Fang does taste different. I saw Teacher Fang's tea brewing technique was quite skillful and exquisite just now - is Teacher Fang good at tea ceremony?"
"It's not really a tea ceremony. Influenced by my elders, I like to drink tea with them. I drink more and watch more, so I understand a little bit." Fang Yan glanced at Huang Haoran, who was sitting next to him and was willing to be a supporting role, and said, "Haoran, do you like drinking tea?"
"I like it." Huang Haoran said. "But the students in the class all like to drink Coca-Cola."
"Maybe they will like drinking tea in the future." Fang Yan said with a smile.
"What can you do?" Huang Wenqiang asked. He is a reporter, and he has an extraordinary sensitivity to the potential subtext of every sentence.
"I plan to let them learn some knowledge about the tea ceremony." Fang Yan said with a smile. "The tea ceremony is the essence of the Chinese nation. Brewing and drinking tea can calm people down, cultivate one's character, and improve one's personal qualities and cultural accomplishment. It's a pity that such a good thing is lost. One person can't pass it on, and a family can't pass it on. If a group of people or a country come together to pass it on, why worry that the Chinese tea ceremony can't be carried forward?"
"But tea ceremony skills are not within the scope of knowledge in the Chinese textbook. If you teach these, aren't you afraid of being expelled from school again?" Huang Wenqiang asked doubtfully.
Fang Yan did not answer Huang Wenqiang's question, but looked at Huang Haoran and asked, "Huang Haoran, do you think the students will like the tea ceremony class?"
"Yes." Huang Haoran's eyes sparkled. "Many students will definitely like it."
"Do you think this will be good for you?" Fang Yan asked again.
"Yes." Huang Haoran said. "We are also willing to learn some extracurricular knowledge, and we also want to learn what we are interested in, but there is too much content in the textbooks, too much homework, no time, no channels, and finally nothing can be done. In fact, students still like these very much. Why do the school's dance club and Taekwondo club have so many members? Isn't it to prove that everyone likes these?"
Fang Yan was very satisfied with Huang Haoran's answer, and then he said to Huang Wenqiang: "Because there is no exam, teachers don't teach - is this really for the students' good?"
"But now all schools only care about grades. If you delay students' learning----"
"Who says that students who learn tea ceremony will not get high scores?" Fang Yan retorted. "How many months are there in a semester? How many pages are there in a Chinese textbook? If you study hard, a month is enough."
"Why do our students still not learn well after such a long time? Because they are tired of studying." Fang Yan gave his own answer to this question. "They recite who was born in such and such year, who died in such and such year, what point of view the author represents in this article, what mood the poet expresses in this poem - the person has been dead for so many years, who knows what point of view the author expresses in this article? Who knows the mood of the poet when he wrote the poem? Maybe it is a sentence that was forced out when squatting on the toilet due to constipation, but they give it a self-righteous interpretation and tell the students that this is the correct answer - are those who interpret it the author himself? Are they the poets themselves? If not, why do they think their interpretation is correct? Why can't students have their own interpretation? Are students' interpretations necessarily wrong?"
"If every student has a way of interpretation, then how do we determine whether to get a score?" Huang Wenqiang asked.
"Why do we have to unify our thoughts to get points?" Fang Yan said helplessly. "Literature is art, and art is something that is difficult to define. We use scores to rank students, with the first one being the closest to the poet and the second one being the one who understands the poet the most. However, we cannot teach any poet."
"Interesting point of view." Huang Wenqiang smiled. "Do you mind if I edit these words and post them to Huaxia Metropolis Daily? The previous article received a great response from parents. If we post a second article, it should be able to heat up the topic again."
"Okay, but don't use my name," Fang Yan said.
"Why?"
"Because----" How could Fang Yan tell them that the reason he didn't want to be famous was because he was worried that Ye Wenrou, the violent girl, would suddenly come and beat him up? "I have a dull personality, I like tranquility, and I don't like to be affected by vulgar things like fame and fortune."
"There aren't many good teachers like you." Huang Wenqiang said with a sigh. "No wonder Haoran said you are different from other teachers."
"If I have 40 students, I hope to teach 40 geniuses in different fields, rather than talents of the same model." Fang Yan said. "This is what makes me different from other teachers."
"Teacher Fang is a man of high moral character----"
"Is there any payment for publishing the article?"
"some."
"I'll give my royalties to classmate Haoran to buy him a book."
"No, no, no, the royalties are yours. I'll let Haoran bring them to you."
"Reporter Huang is too polite----"
"Teacher Fang, please don't be so polite."
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There were two Chinese classes in the afternoon, so Fang Yan did not go home from get off work early.
When he was sitting in the office reading a book, Chen Dahai walked in unsteadily holding a cup of tea.
"Teacher Chen is here."
"How did Team Leader Chen find time to come and inspect our Chinese Language Group?"
"Old Chen, come and have some tea. I have some Laoshan tea that I brought from my hometown. It's very fragrant."
Chen Dahai is the head of the first-grade math group and the head teacher of Class 9. He is on good terms with the vice-principal, the dean of teaching and other school leaders, so he is indeed a very good person to curry favor with among ordinary teachers without any rank.
Chen Dahai greeted the teachers with a smile, then stood in front of Fang Yan, looked down at him, and said, "Teacher Fang, this is the leave note from Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao, and Li Yang. They are not feeling well, so they came to me to ask for leave. I asked them to go back and have a good rest."
After Zhu Fang fell into the water, Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao and Li Yang ran to Fang Yan and mocked him, almost getting into a conflict with other students who were protecting Fang Yan.
Now they knew in advance from their elders at home that Fang Yan not only did not leave, but was coming back to be their Chinese teacher - how could they have the nerve to come to class
It was impossible to find someone to deliver the leave application on their behalf. Last time they did this, Fang Yan simply wrote on the back of the note: "Not approved." They would not be able to lose face if they came to Fang Yan to ask for leave themselves.
So, they suddenly came up with the idea of turning to Chen Dahai. Wasn't Chen Dahai their class teacher? Couldn't they just ask for leave directly from the class teacher
Fang Yan knew exactly what Zheng Guodong and the others were thinking. He took the leave application, looked at it, and asked with concern, "Are the three students Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao, and Li Yang seriously ill?"
"It's not a big deal." Chen Dahai said with a smile. He thought, Fang Yan, I want to see how long you can be so arrogant. It's okay to offend others, but even the son of Director Zheng hates you. How can you have a good life in Suzaku Middle School
"Are they in hospital? I'll go to the hospital to see them." Fang Yan said.
"-----Not hospitalized." Chen Dahai felt uncomfortable. How could this person talk like that? Who would go to the hospital for nothing
"I saw that they only asked for two classes - that shouldn't be enough time for rest, right?" Fang Yan looked at the schedule on the desk and said, "The first two classes tomorrow are my Chinese class, and the whole afternoon the day after tomorrow is my Chinese class. How about they ask for these five classes as well?"
"Teacher Fang-----" Chen Dahai's face darkened. "Students ask for leave based on their physical condition. How can you encourage them to ask for so much leave in advance?"
Fang Yan smiled and said, "I'm just afraid that they will suddenly have stomachaches in my Chinese class tomorrow, and say their period comes in my class the day after tomorrow, so I remind them that it's better to ask for it all at once - isn't it better this way? It's convenient for them and for me."
"It seems that Teacher Fang has a prejudice against these three students?" Chen Dahai began to put the blame on Fang Yan.
"No, no. Not at all." Fang Yan waved his hands. "Although Teacher Chen framed me behind my back, I will not treat Chen Tao differently just because he is your son. Although this child is inherently bad, he is still a child after all. As a child, he has the opportunity to turn over a new leaf. As a teacher, we should have confidence in our students."
"Fang Yan, how can you talk like that? Who is inherently bad? Who framed you behind the scenes?"
"Chen Tao is evil by nature. Teacher Chen framed me behind my back." Fang Yan smiled bitterly. "We are all colleagues. Why do you have to force people to make things so clear? How can we get along well in the future?"
"You...come on, let's go meet the principal." Chen Dahai was almost mad at Fang Yan. He grabbed Fang Yan's hand and was about to take him to meet the school leaders.
"Teacher Chen, don't be so impulsive." Fang Yan said gently. "The fewer people who know about this, the better. If you shout about it, everyone will know about it, which will be bad for you and Chen Tao. Chen Tao is still a child, he can still be saved."
Chen Tao is a child, so he can still be saved. As for you, Teacher Chen, you are hopeless.
The other teachers couldn't sit still anymore and came over to try to stop the fight.
"Yes, Mr. Chen, don't get excited, let's talk it over nicely----"
"Fang Yan, you're going too far. How did you talk to Team Leader Chen? How did Team Leader Chen plot against you? Do you have the guts to tell us all about it?"
"He's a jerk, a jerk, and a jerk. I don't know why the school recruited such a kid----"
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"I say, everyone-----" Fang Yan glanced at the Chinese teachers who were taking sides and said, "I can't stop you from flattering me, but don't drag me into it. I also have someone behind me. You all know Principal Lu Chaoge, right? I am her person."
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"Look, you all just bully the weak and fear the strong. As soon as I told you that there's someone behind me, you got so scared that you didn't dare to say a word." Fang Yan pursued relentlessly.
"------" The teachers felt that they couldn't live like this anymore and couldn't stay in this office anymore.
"Fang Yan." Chen Dahai was shaking with anger. He pointed at Fang Yan and shouted, "I will definitely make you get out of Suzaku. Definitely."
"Your son said this with much more force than you did," Fang Yan said. He would not take such a weak threat seriously.
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(PS: In the previous chapter, the person Jiang Zhuliu hit with the golf club was Zheng Jing. Lao Liu’s writing was too unserious.) (To be continued)