You can't bully me, I've just been bullied.
What kind of bullshit reason is this
The classroom was quiet for a moment, and then the students became even more noisy.
"Teacher, does your mother know that you are so cute?"
"So he was just bullied. Who is helping the people get rid of the evil?"
"Wow, hahaha, he really is the monkey that Guanyin invited to entertain us. Teacher Fang, can you do a somersault? Do it for us."
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Fang Yan remained calm and composed. He stood on the podium and smiled as he watched the students below making noisy comments and mocking him.
Gradually, the students realized that something was wrong.
Silence is the precursor of a coming storm. This guy smiled so obscenely and looked very confident. He must have some powerful weapon that he hasn't used yet. Some smart guys just shut up.
One, two, three--------
More and more people fell silent, and the classroom became quieter and quieter.
"Why do you want to be my teacher?" A sudden voice sounded from the back row.
The students turned around and saw that the person standing up was the muscular man wearing a pair of thick glasses who spent the whole day studying the thread-bound version of the "Twenty-Four Histories". Excitement filled their eyes.
There’s something interesting to watch!
Huang Haoran is a smart man, but he did not remain silent like other students.
He says things that others don't say, and does things that others don't do.
Huang Haoran's father is a reporter for China Metropolis Daily and his mother is a university professor. Strictly speaking, their family is also a scholarly family.
Huang Haoran's Chinese language level is very good and his writing skills are excellent. Because he ranked first in the class in Chinese during the high school entrance examination, he was appointed as the temporary Chinese class representative of Class 9 as soon as he entered Suzaku High School.
His ideal is to become a journalist who exposes current social ills in the future, so now he absorbs knowledge and nutrition like a sponge.
But, the school sent them such a Chinese teacher
"Classmate, what did you say just now? I didn't hear it clearly." Fang Yan looked at Huang Haoran and asked.
"I say, what makes you qualified to be my teacher?" Huang Haoran looked straight into Fang Yan's eyes without avoiding the gaze.
Fang Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled.
He only asked Fang Yan why he was 'my' teacher and not 'our' teacher, which showed that he was a pretty proud guy.
In his eyes, other students were not worthy of being compared with him.
Fang Yan became somewhat curious about him. He wanted to know what kind of freaks were in this "troublesome" Class 9.
"I'm curious, what are the requirements to be your teacher?" Fang Yan asked.
Huang Haoran closed the Twenty-Four Histories in his hand and said aloud: "My teacher must be well-versed in history and the present, have a wide range of knowledge and a strong memory, be familiar with official history, and be able to learn from unofficial history. He must have rich social experience and be knowledgeable in his thoughts. Such a person is worthy of being my teacher."
Huang Haoran stared at Fang Yan unkindly and said sarcastically, "What can you do?"
provocative!
A naked provocation!
There were flames flickering in the eyes of many students, and the corners of the mouths of even more people were twitching.
It’s fun, so much fun.
They were very curious and wanted to see how this teacher would respond to Huang Haoran's challenge.
If he cannot give a satisfactory answer today, if he cannot suppress the arrogance of a super academic master like Huang Haoran, then it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold in this class in the future.
Who would take a teacher seriously and respect him if he can't even handle his students
Fang Yan sighed softly, and after scanning the whole audience, he said with infinite emotion: "Now that things have come to this, I can't hide it any longer. I have always been a very low-key man. How does the saying go? The first bird to stick its head out gets shot. I am not a person who likes to be in the spotlight."
"However, since you insist on getting an answer, and there should be a harmonious environment for frank communication between teachers and students, I decided to be frank with you-------"
Everyone was waiting in silence.
Fang Yan straightened his spine and stood upright on the podium. His eyes were deep and his eyebrows were raised. He spoke word by word, "I am well-versed in history and modern times, have a wide range of knowledge and a strong memory, and I know official history by heart and can learn from unofficial history. I have rich social experience and a wide range of thoughts. I am the kind of teacher you want."
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silence.
Deathly silence.
What is the answer
Is this the answer
Isn't this too shameless? How can he have the nerve to say such a thing
Puff------
Some people couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it." A little fat boy's face turned red and he waved his hands to apologize.
This laughter was like a secret signal. After being stunned for a few seconds, the others all started laughing.
"Teacher Fang, please stop doing this, okay? I find that I'm kind of falling in love with you."
"Teacher Fang, stop teaching Chinese and teach us how to tell jokes."
"It's really shameless------"
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Huang Haoran's expression was extremely embarrassed. He was completely disappointed in this teacher who was incompetent and arrogant.
Pah------
Fang Yan tapped the table with his eraser and shouted, "Quiet. Quiet. Everyone, be serious. We are in class-------"
Then everyone laughed even more happily.
This dude is so funny!
Fang Yan also grinned and said, "You don't believe it?"
"No." The students answered in unison.
"How can I make you believe it?"
"I'll ask you three questions. As long as you can answer them correctly, you'll pass." Huang Haoran said. "Don't worry, I won't deliberately make things difficult for you. If you feel it's unfair, you can also ask me three questions."
“Is the scope of the test limited to high school Chinese knowledge?”
Huang Haoran sneered and said, "You only know high school Chinese?"
"I'm afraid that when I set questions, the content goes beyond high school Chinese knowledge, and you will accuse me of cheating," Fang Yan said.
"Then let's get started." Huang Haoran snorted coldly: "In addition to being musical instruments, bells and drums also referred to time in ancient times. What time does the drum refer to?"
"Dark night." Fang Yanhao answered without hesitation.
Huang Haoran was not surprised that Fang Yan could answer this question correctly. This was a common sense question, and if one covered a wider range of subjects, such a question would not be difficult for many people.
"Which story in history did the story of the wild goose delivering letters that we often talk about originate from?"
Fang Yan looked at the students and asked, "Do you know the answer?"
"I don't know. Even if I know, I won't tell you-------"
"Teacher, other people's answers don't count. If they count, you lose--------"
"Cheating, this is cheating--------"
Fang Yan smiled and said, "I asked you if you knew the answer. I just wanted to tell you the answer when you didn't know it. This way I can show that I am better than you and have the qualifications to be your teacher."
Fang Yan looked at Huang Haoran and said, "This sentence comes from the story of Su Wu Shepherding Sheep. In Volume 54 of the Book of Han, a few months later, Emperor Zhao ascended the throne. A few years later, the Xiongnu and Han made peace. The Han wanted Wu and others, but the Xiongnu lied that Wu was dead. After the Han envoy returned to the Xiongnu, Chang Hui asked their guards to go with him, and was able to meet the Han envoy at night and explain himself. He told the envoy to tell the Chanyu that the emperor shot a wild goose in the forest, and there was a silk letter tied to its foot, saying that Wu and others were in a certain marsh. After hearing this, the Chanyu had no choice but to let Su Wu return home. Later, people used wild geese to metaphor letters and people who deliver letters."
Huang Haoran's expression was moving. It was not a big problem for him to tell the origin of the allusion in "Hongyan Chuanshu", but it was very difficult to recite the original words in "Han Shu" word for word.
Huang Haoran believed that he had read a lot of ancient books, and some of the allusions could tell the background and general story of his occurrence, but he couldn't force himself to recite the original text like Fang Yan.
"Is this answer correct? Who knows?"
"Is this true? Isn't this too amazing?"
"Who has the Book of Han? Check it out. If you don't have the Book of Han, just use your phone. Haven't you heard the saying: If you have questions about domestic affairs, ask Baidu; if you have questions about foreign affairs, ask Google; if you have questions about sex, ask Tianya?"
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"The answer is correct." Huang Haoran said in a heavy voice. "There is one last question."
(PS: What should I do if I am so moved by you guys!!!) (To be continued)