Ultimate Teacher

Chapter 21: It’s good not to do it, but it’s okay to do it if it’s wrong!

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"Teacher Fang." The bald man took the initiative to comfort Fang Yan while rowing: "Young people don't want to get discouraged easily. I think back then he also wanted to be a musician ---"

"So I became a school security guard?" Fang Yan turned to look at the bald man and asked, "What on earth do I want to say?"

The bald man chuckled and said, "Do my students dislike me?"

"No way." Fang Yan denied his baseless speculation. "He told me that if Zhuque Middle School selected the top ten most popular teachers of the year, he would definitely be number one."

"Then why are they doing this?" The bald man asked doubtfully. "Although he has no education, he thinks that the poem I recited just now is quite cultured----"

"That's recitation. Emotional recitation." Fang Yan corrected him.

"That's right. Reciting. They all think that my reciting is quite emotional. Why don't they feel anything at all? I don't see those little bastards applauding me---"

"Is it because the time is short----" Fang Yan stretched out three fingers of his legs, then pressed them one by one and counted: "Three, two, one----applause."

Wow la la -----

As if it was agreed upon, Queqiao burst into applause, accompanied by the shouts of the students.

"Teacher Fang, you are so handsome. I am so handsome. I am Xu Zhimo----"

"Oba, Oba, I will deny him his male god-----"

"Teacher Fang, they also want to take the boat away ---"

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Fang Yan ignored Bald Man's surprised and adoring eyes and said, "Bald Man, row the boat back."

The bald man was very angry and said: "When I went to him to borrow a boat just now, I called him Captain Cai - you can't cross the river and burn the bridge after passing him. I'm not a teacher, and I can't call him bald man like those little bastards. Those students are a bad influence."

"Okay, Baldy." Fang Yan said.

"------" Bald Man was helpless.

Fang Yan walked over and patted the bald man on the shoulder, and said: "Captain Cai, maybe those little bastards have mistakenly told me that they have temporarily forgotten more about it - but no, thank me."

"Every student who graduates from Zhuque Middle School will remember a bald man who was holding a long pole and dreaming in the Que River. Now I am inconspicuous, but in the future, in their memories, my heart will be The bald head will become gleaming with gold.”

The bald man rubbed his eyes and said with red eyes: "Everything is good about Quehe, except that there are many bugs----Teacher Fang, I will call him Bald Man. He will listen hard."

"Okay, Bald Man." Fang Yan hugged Bald Man's shoulders and laughed loudly.

When the boat stopped on the shore, Fang Yan waved to the students on the bridge and shouted: "Everyone, come here."

As a result, the students surrounded him with a bang.

"Teacher Fang, why did I go and ask for a boat?"

"Bald man, have you had a drink tomorrow?"

"Teacher Fang, I don't want him to take a boat trip to study poetry, right?"

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"He asked us to take a boat trip to study poetry." Fang Yan said with a smile. He clearly felt that the students in the class looked at him more differently, especially some female students - what do we want? Is he a good teacher? We don’t belong to the same family, so don’t we really want to beg him? "Looking for a dream? Take a long punt and row toward where the grass is greener - without a boat, how can you hold a long punt? What is poetry? Poetry is only what comes from feelings. As long as we are walking on the boat, we Only then can we understand the romance and deep feeling expressed in that poem."

Snapped----

The students applauded spontaneously.

Otherwise, such a scene happened in Quehe tomorrow.

The wooden boat was walking slowly in the Que River. One after another, students wearing Zhuque Middle School uniforms stood on the ebony bow with their heads held high, holding books in their legs and reciting loudly: "Looking for dreams? Hold a long pole and look towards the greener grass. A long way from here -----"

In the process of reciting, they are very good at cooperating with all kinds of funny actions they made themselves.

For example, when I read, "He left as gently as he came," I would blow a farewell kiss to the students who were there by mistake. For example, when they were reciting "The golden willows by the river, or the bride in the sunset", they would look at the girls in the class and look like intoxicated Brother Zhu----

This is whether it is poetic recitation, scene reenactment, or free creative expression.

After one student finished reciting, the bald man dutifully sent him to the shore, and then another student eagerly jumped on the bow of the boat.

The students had already lined up in a long queue, proceeding in an orderly manner according to their student numbers. No quarrels, no pushing back, happy and tacit understanding.

Dang Dang Dang -----

The school's electronic bell rang.

"Ah-----" the students exclaimed.

"Why did you get to the east course so quickly?"

"No, it's not his turn to be on the ship----"

"What should I do? He doesn't want to go to school -----"

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Fang Yan heard the noisy noise behind him, waved his leg to signal everyone to come back quietly, and said with a smile, "Don't you want to go back?"

"No." The students responded in unison.

"Do you really want to continue taking classes in Quehe?"

"Think." the students shouted.

A lot of people shouted in grievance: "Teacher, it's not their turn - they have waited for so long. Just go back like that. Isn't it too wrong for them?"

Fang Yan nodded to express his understanding of everyone's thoughts and said, "Then they continue. Isn't the east section a Chinese class? Did we forget?"

"yeah-----"

The students cheered, and some active students jumped for joy.

Bu Nao, the east class of the school also brought some bad effects to Fang Yan's class: too many people were watching.

The originally quiet and lonely Quehe River was overcrowded, and many students in school uniforms came over in groups or in groups.

They pointed at the ebony boat on Quehe River, curious about the novel teaching method.

In Zhuque Middle School, or in the entire Chinese high school community, very few teachers would teach students "Farewell to Cambridge" in that way.

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Bang bang!

There was a knock on the office door.

Lu Chaoge covered up the school plan for poor students in his lap and shouted: "Come in."

The fat-headed Zheng Jing trotted in. He first diligently filled Lu Chaoge's tea cup with boiling water, and then said with a smile on his face: "Principal Lu, something new happened in the school."

"What's new?" Lu Chaoge asked expressionlessly. Although she knew that Zheng Jing was the one who arranged for her to be a spy and eyeliner, she did need such a spy and spy in school. There are many interpersonal relationships and the latest 'interesting stories' that happened in school, but he is the first one to come and report them to him.

Zheng Jing handled that aspect very well. There is no mediocrity in that world, otherwise I have not found my position.

"The new teacher——Fang Yan." Zheng Jing said with a smile. "He brought all the students from Class 9 to Queqiao, and asked a bald man to row a boat to carry the students around in Quehe River---"

Lu Chaoge stood up suddenly.

That bastard, what on earth does he want to ask for? Doesn't he know that Zheng Tiancheng's people are staring at him fiercely

Lu Chaoge felt that he had done a stupid thing. Why did he let that person who was not a good person at first sight be sent to Liudong? Is it because he helped me improve the 'Ladder to Heaven'

Lu Chaoge was in a bad mood. She felt that her work had become more challenging since Fang Yan arrived.

"Why did he do that?" Lu Chaoge asked.

Seeing Lu Chauge's suppressed anger, Zheng Jing began to add fuel to the fire and said, "He asked someone to inquire about something, and if he said yes, he would take the students to study "Jie Farewell to Cambridge" - is there such a teaching method? Just If you learn a poem, you will take the students to Quehe to take risks. If the students have any shortcomings, what should you do? Who is responsible? Teacher Fang Yan, you are too young and do things without thinking. Then Once, he was afraid that Principal Zheng would beg him to have surgery. Principal Lu had just put so much effort into keeping him here, and he didn’t know how to cherish it at all——"

"Am I done?" Lu Chage asked, staring at Zheng Jing.

"Principal Lu-----"

"Take him to have a look." Lu Chaoge said.

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"That's too much." Chen Dahai burst into Li Mingqiang's office angrily and said, "Director, you can't do that. Are the students in any danger? Those parents rushed in and tore us apart alive? "

Li Mingqiang and Chen Dahai have a close relationship, and they are both affiliated with Zheng Tiancheng's camp, so it is more straightforward to keep their mouths shut and do things honestly.

Li Mingqiang waved his legs to signal Chen Dahai to come east, and said, "Old Chen, what happened again? Did you make me so angry?"

"Just the 250-year-old Chinese teacher who didn't teach well during class time and took the students to the Que River for boating. Whose fault is it if the students' homework is delayed? Whose fault is it if something happens to the students? Where is Zhuque? A middle school, not a community kindergarten.”

Li Mingqiang's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "That two hundred and fifty really dare to think and do it. Bu Nao, when he comes here, doesn't it just give us a reason to drive him out?"

Chen Dahai also squinted his eyes and laughed, and said, "That time, let Lao Jia fire?"

"Lao Jia is the leader of the first-grade Chinese language group. Is it appropriate for him to take the lead?" Li Ziqiang nodded while thinking. "That time when we took away the one named Fang, our beautiful principal must have looked bad, right?"

"The director took the opportunity to comfort me, maybe I can kiss Fangze." Chen Dahai said flatteringly.

Li Ziqiang glanced at Chen Dahai sharply and said, "Old Chen, there are some things you should not say nonsense. It will bring trouble to yourself and him."

"No. No. He is cheating on the director." Li Dahai quickly apologized. I thought to myself, with that great god protecting me, it would be very difficult for those of me to touch that woman, but the mantis would block the car, and I was filled with a sense of powerlessness.

"Just be more careful from now on. We brothers, what can we say to apologize?" Li Ziqiang waved his legs. "Call Lao Jia over and talk to him. For such a serious matter, his language team leader has to stand up and shut up."

"Okay. Director. He will go over and call someone." Chen Dahai agreed with a smile. "I let him escape a disaster once, and that time I saw how he escaped and ascended to heaven."

"Old Chen, that's good to say. Can we calm down the teaching team of Zhuque Middle School and drive some bad apples out of the school?"

“It’s true that the director’s level is high.”

Chen Dahai and Li Ziqiang looked at each other wrongly, and then laughed together.

(ps: Chapter 3, everyone, throw away the red ticket after reading it! Thank you one million times!)