As a teacher with morals and bottom line, Fang Yan would not fall in love with his students.
However, whether or not to talk about it is one thing, and whether there are female students pursuing you is another.
Just as many female stars in the entertainment industry said in interviews with reporters, "I don't want you to call me a vase, please pay more attention to my acting skills", but have they ever thought about the feelings of those women who have worked diligently for decades but no one has ever called them a vase
Have they ever thought about it
Yes, Fang Yan had this mentality.
Before he entered Zhuque Middle School as a teacher, he had imagined such a beautiful picture: a pretty girl in a white shirt and blue skirt was like a freshly bloomed morning rose, with a pleasant fragrance and delicate beauty, shyly stuffing a hot love letter into his textbook or calling his name on the campus tree-lined path after school and offering him a cup of warm tea-----
He had already decided that he would not tear up the love letters, because that was very rude and would hurt the students' self-esteem. He would also drink the tea and even accept the thermos cup.
However, he will reject them, reject their likes and love, and reject their emotional derailment.
"I'm a good man, you're a good girl, and there's no good outcome for us to be together." Fang Yan said to them in the most gentle tone in the world. "Because, I'm your -- no, your teacher."
Yes, he had imagined such a scene. With his idol-like face and powerful acting skills, how could those young girls who were just beginning to fall in love not be fascinated by him
That day finally came, earlier than he expected.
"You are also using a metaphor?" Fang Yan laughed. If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. If the enemy moves, I won't move. Let's first find out the real purpose of this girl. Didn't Zhang Wuji's mother say, be careful with women, the more beautiful women are, the more likely they are to deceive people.
The young virgin Fang Yan was worried that he was being deceived by a beautiful girl.
If they took away his body, how would he face people in the future
"I'm serious." Qin Yitian blinked and said innocently.
"You------" Fang Yan felt that she really wanted to deceive him. "I am your teacher, you have to respect me."
"I know." Qin Yitian nodded. "So I will put you in the most important position in my heart."
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"Fang Yan, according to past practice, shouldn't you introduce new students to the class?"
"You should call Teacher Fang."
"Okay Fang Yan."
"-------" Fang Yan was very stubborn, and the other party was even more persistent than him.
Fang Yan stood on the podium and said to everyone with a smile: "Let us welcome our new classmate Qin Yitian with warm applause.
No one spoke.
No one applauded.
But the boys all had red faces, with an expression of excitement. Even Huang Haoran, who was usually the most calm and composed, was full of excitement, and his eyes were burning as he looked at Qin Yitian standing at the front desk.
"Something's wrong." Fang Yan frowned. He could smell the commotion in the air. What were these guys trying to do
Qin Yitian walked up to the podium, scanned the audience, chuckled, and said, "I know you all know me. I'm Qin Yitian."
Crash-----
The applause was thunderous.
Qin Yitian!
Qin Yitian!
Qin Yitian!
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Whether they were boys or girls, they shouted Qin Yitian's name enthusiastically. This was what fanatical fans did when they saw their idol.
"What's going on?" Fang Yan felt very hurt. No one applauded when he introduced himself, and Qin Yitian said a few words on the stage, and you guys went crazy like this
Qin Yitian raised his hand, and the applause and shouting stopped immediately.
"Teacher Fang, can I sit in the first row?" Qin Yitian asked.
"No." Fang Yan refused bluntly. "There are already students sitting in the first row. Now there is only an empty seat in the last row. You can sit there."
"Teacher, I would like to exchange seats with Qin Yitian." A boy in the first row stood up and said.
"Teacher, I am willing to do the same-----"
"Teacher, let me change------"
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Not only did the boys want to exchange seats with Qin Yitian, but even the female students stood up, which made Fang Yan difficult to understand.
Shouldn't people of the same sex exclude each other
"A person's seat has nothing to do with age, nationality, gender, or appearance." Fang Yan said righteously. If I let you sit in the first row, will the students look at you or me in class? "Student Qin Yitian, you must give a reason that can convince everyone."
"I want to be closer to you so that I can see you more clearly." Qin Yitian looked at Fang Yan and giggled.
"-------" Fang Yan's face also turned red.
To be honest, Teacher Fang Yan felt a little embarrassed to be teased by a female student in front of so many students.
What's more, he was originally a shy and introverted boy who would blush when talking to girls.
Fang Yan remained silent, but the students' emotions were ignited by Qin Yitian's answer.
"Qin Yitian, well done, we support you-----"
"As expected of our Suzaku goddess, her methods of picking up men are so powerful and domineering-----"
"Qin Yitian, you are awesome, I like you-----"
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Fang Yan pointed to the last corner of the classroom and said, "Student Qin Yitian, this reason cannot convince me or anyone else - there is a seat for you in the last row."
Qin Yitian smiled casually and said, "One day, you will be willing to let me sit in the first row----"
After saying that, she turned and walked towards the back of the classroom. Her long hair was flying, and her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light.
Wherever she went, the students' eyes followed her.
It's like a superstar from outside suddenly comes back to experience campus life, and students are chasing after her like that.
Fang Yan felt a little sad. What was wrong with these guys? They had been looking at him so enthusiastically before. Besides being pretty, what knowledge could she bring to you
Fang Yan stood on the podium and said, "Student Qin Yitian just came over. Let me reintroduce the content of our class. A few days ago, I took everyone to Que River to learn the poem "Farewell to Cambridge". In the last class, I asked everyone to write an article "Farewell to Que Bridge" based on the situation at that time. Everyone here, including myself, will leave Suzaku. There will always be such a day. When you leave Suzaku, how will you feel? Of course, you can write about parting, the relationship between teachers and students, or love. "
"What I have in my hand now is their works. I will read them one by one, and everyone will grade them in the end. The three poems with the highest grades will each receive one point for their authors. Qin Yitian just came here, so he doesn't need to participate in this evaluation."
After saying that, Fang Yan began to read poetry.
In the past, students only learned poetry, but never thought about writing poetry themselves.
Therefore, many poems written by students are extremely boring and dry.
For example, a student named Ye Xiaoyu wrote "Farewell to Queqiao" like this: Queqiao, I am leaving. Queqiao, I will come back. When you look into my eyes, do you know how much I love you in my heart
The best one is: Que Bridge. Que Bridge. Que Bridge is called Que Bridge because it looks like a bird.
Of course, there are also some excellent ones. For example, Huang Haoran, who has a deep knowledge of ancient literature, wrote a poem in classical Chinese about his farewell to the school and Queqiao. The poem was gorgeous in words and profound in emotion, and was well received by everyone.
Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao and Li Yang did not come to class. When Fang Yan read to number 40, Zhu Fang, all the poems had been recited.
"Okay, now everyone start grading." Fang Yan said with a smile. "Find a piece of paper and write down the three poems you think are the best. The one with the most votes will be the outstanding poet of our class nine."
"Wait." Qin Yitian stood up from the back row.
"Qin Yitian, what can I do for you?"
"Teacher, I have also written a few poems. Can you help me take a look?"
"How many?"
"A few. I have more time."
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Fang Yan walked to the back of the classroom, took the stack of manuscript paper that Qin Yitian handed over, saw the poems written in beautiful handwriting on it, and asked, "Is this what you just wrote?"
"Yes." Qin Yitian said. "I didn't bring my schoolbag, so I borrowed the pen and paper from Hou Xiaolong."
A boy sitting next to Qin Yitian smiled naively, silently proving the truthfulness of what Qin Yitian said.
"Poetry should have feelings----"
"I have deep feelings for them." Qin Yitian said. "You took them to Que River to learn "A Farewell to Cambridge". I stood on the bank and watched them.
No wonder she was able to compose poetry in such a short time. It turned out that she was also one of the spectators of "Farewell to Queqiao".
Thinking of the bustling scene on both sides of the Que River at that time, with crowds of people, including beauties whom he had not noticed, Fang Yan inexplicably developed a sense of heroism that no one else in the world could be more heroic than him.
"You want to participate in the selection too?"
"Since you've written it-----" Qin Yitian said indifferently. "Then enjoy the same treatment as other students."
Fang Yan turned around and walked up to the podium, saying, "The new student Qin Yitian has also written --- three poems. Let's all enjoy them together."
Fang Yan cleared his throat and began to read:
You said the drizzle was faint, and the Queqiao Bridge was far away
Later, she gently embraced the graceful figure,
You said the spring is beautiful, with green sleeves and red fragrance
Later, I closed the west building and stood quietly beside you.
Fang Yan looked towards the back row of the classroom in surprise and saw Qin Yitian looking at him proudly.
Obviously, she is very confident in her work.
To be honest, Fang Yan was not sure that he could write such a beautiful sentence in such a short time. This did not sound like the writing style of a middle school student at all, but more like the feelings that a woman with countless emotional experiences could express.
How did she do it
"You said the soft breeze was blowing, and I was drunk and thinking
Later, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and the curtains became sad.
You said love is tender, how can we forget each other
"But my eyes turned slightly, and they turned into frost" (To be continued)