"Yes, don't leave." Zheng Jing rolled in front of Fang Yan again, blocking his way out. "How can it be so easy to just leave after destroying something?"
"Didn't I apologize already?" Fang Yan turned to look at Lu Chaoge, frowning slightly. This woman was more difficult and superficial than he thought.
According to the common routine in TV movies, the heroine should have discovered the difference between the hero and the hero at this time, and then took the hero's hand to keep him, stomping her feet and acting coquettishly, and her eyes were full of affection and shyness. Say: I hate it, I've already said I'm sorry, why can't you forgive me? Do you forgive others, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay? ------
Swear to God, if the woman in front of him is willing to do this to him - Fang Yan shook his head, it seemed that he was overthinking.
"If an apology is useful, why do we need school security?" Zheng Jing said proudly. This kid dared to call himself like a ball. I must turn him into a monkey.
"This line is outdated. Now it can neither scare people nor pick up girls. Can you change it?" Fang Yan looked at Zheng Jing and put forward his suggestion very kindly.
"Security, security -------" Zheng Jing shouted loudly. If you are not good at writing, you will have to use violence.
Boy, let me know what it means to be both civil and military.
"This sentence is not bad, although it has no literary talent------" Fang Yan commented.
Two security guards in green uniforms ran in quickly and asked, "Director Zheng, what's going on?"
"Tie him up." Zheng Jing ordered angrily.
"Yes, Director Zheng." The two security guards agreed and rushed towards Fang Yan, one from the left and the other from the right.
Whoosh--------
The two reached out at the same time, but it turned into holding hands. The dialect they wanted to capture stood not far away and looked at them with a smile.
What's happening here? Why did that kid dodge so fast
Without blinking, the person was gone.
"Get out." Lu Chaoge suddenly spoke.
"Yes, tie him out." Zheng Jing waved his hand and said.
"I'm telling you to get out." Lu Chaoge glared at Zheng Jing and nodded again and again: "You, you, and you."
"----------------"
Zheng Jing's fat face turned into red face, then his red face turned into purple face, and then his purple face turned into white face.
Then, with a smile on his face, he said: "Yes, yes, let's go out right now. I'll stand guard at the door. If Principal Lu has any instructions, just say hello. This person's origin is unknown, Principal Lu must pay attention to safety ----- -"
It’s not that I don’t understand, it’s that women change quickly.
When he turned to leave, Zheng Jing felt that his life was unclear, humiliating and tragic.
"It shouldn't be like this." He said to himself in his mind.
哐--------
The door to the room was closed, and the office returned to silence.
"Did you cut this?" Lu Chaoge pointed at the vase of flower arrangements and said.
"I'm afraid you won't believe me if I deny it now, right?" Fang Yan grinned, the corners of his lips slightly raised, the sun shining brightly.
Lu Chaoge didn't notice Fang Yan's smiling face. She was still focused on the vase of flowers and said, "Is this a ladder to heaven?"
"This is the ladder to heaven in my mind." Fang Yan said. He knew that this woman should have noticed the change in the flower arrangement.
Fortunately, it's not hopeless.
"The ladder to heaven in your mind?"
"Flower arranging is like painting. A good painter should not be restricted by certain rules. Besides, because the materials are similar, it is impossible to have two identical works. Is that right?"
"Yes." Lu Chaoge nodded. Is this guy trying to give himself a lecture
"The first level of flower arrangement is 'shape resemblance', as long as the shape echoes the name we give it. The second level is 'spiritual resemblance', exuding that kind of temperament from the inside out, which is commendable. The third level is 'Ghost Ax', I have seen it, but I can't do it. The fourth level is 'Tiangong', that's a legend."
"Ghost axe?" Lu Chaoge was shocked. She is also a fan of flower arrangement, how could she not know the realm of this ghostly axe? "have you seen?"
"I've seen it." Fang Yan nodded. "Your ladder to heaven is like a god. You won't have any objection if I say this, right?"
Although he was unwilling, Lu Chaoge nodded frankly and said: "I am also a beginner--"
"Have you been to Wudang Mountain?" Fang Yan asked.
"No." Lu Chaoge shook his head.
"Have you ever seen the ladder to heaven? On TV or in pictures, there is a mountain road on Wudang Mountain."
"I've seen it before." Lu Chaoge nodded.
"It is simple and secluded, filled with smoke. When you raise your head, you can see the endless end." Fang Yan walked to Lu Chaoge and stood side by side with her. He pointed at the flower arrangement and said, "The origin of the name of this ladder is based on Wudang. You can get it from the mountain climbing ladder, right?"
"Yes."
"Although the linear eucalyptus you chose echoes the beginning and the end, the fault lies in the first part. What is the sky? What is invisible and intangible is the sky. I cut off the eucalyptus part just to It gives people unlimited space for imagination. There should be no boundaries in the sky.”
"Also, although the layout of these yellow buttresses is lazy and relaxed, it does not match the theme of the ladder to the sky. What is inconsistent with it? Complex. The ladder to the sky is a small path that goes straight into Yunxiao. It is simple and straight. These yellow buttresses Although it adds beauty to it, it is also a burden ------- This is a common problem of female flower arrangers when creating art. They think every flower is beautiful and every leaf is not willing to abandon it. The result It’s like this happy reunion.”
"The ladder to the sky doesn't need too many embellishments, nor does it need too bright colors. It is overbearing, direct, simple and spiritual. I only need three flowers. The flowers are not the focus, this eucalyptus is."
"I understand." Lu Chaoge sighed softly. "I'm guilty of the same mistakes women often make."
"It's normal." Fang Yan smiled. "Because you are a woman too."
Lu Chaoge glared at him fiercely, and then remembered the word 'no' in his answer when he asked him what he was doing.
She walked back to her big desk and sat down, raised her face and looked at Fang Yan standing in front of her, and said, "You want to be a teacher?"
"Yes." Fang Yan nodded with a smile.
"Why?" Lu Chaoge asked. "Why do you want to be a teacher?"
"My grandfather is a teacher." Fang Yan replied without any hesitation. Before coming to the interview, he guessed that the examiner might ask such a vulgar question. Therefore, he had already filled out a perfect answer sheet in his mind. "My grandfather's grandfather was also a teacher. My father was a teacher, and even my mother was a kindergarten teacher before my father took advantage of her. The spring silkworms will die only when they die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up. That's right. , being a teacher is very hard, with endless chalk crumbs to eat and endless homework to grade.”
"However, being a teacher is also great. If you keep silent, you will make mistakes. Whenever there is a holiday, countless students will make condolence calls, and countless people will rush home to visit their mentor in person, and even Some people flew back from the United States and Canada -------- To be honest, I am very envious. I envy them. So, when I was very young, I determined to be a glorious people's teacher. I want to dedicate myself to My youth, my talent, my body--whenever there is light, it will generate heat."
Fang Yan looked at Lu Chaoge with burning eyes and said, "Principal Lu, please give me a chance to help the students and you."
"------------" Lu Chaoge sat there for a while without saying anything.
To be honest, she didn't know how to deal with the freak in front of her.
She has never experienced such a blatant application method, and has never encountered a practitioner who promotes the profession he is about to engage in in such a noble and great way.
Listening to his words, one feels that what he wants to do is not a teacher, but the Tathagata Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, who saves suffering.
If you said he was lying, his expression would be so serious.
You think he is real, but you can't help but wonder what your IQ is.
"Principal?" Fang Yan waited for a while, but didn't get the response he deserved, so he couldn't help but remind him.
Overacting
Probably not. When he practiced in front of the mirror in the morning, even he was moved.
"Well--" Lu Chaoge's brain returned to normal, his eyes were on Fang Yan's face, and he said, "I know. You------you will definitely become a good teacher. .”
"Thank you Principal Lu for your recognition and encouragement. I will work hard and do my best to do my job as a teacher."
"The old principal said hello to me. You are the person invited by the old principal. There should be no big problem in terms of ability. However, anyone who wants to enter Zhuque Middle School as a teacher will have a three-month evaluation period. If three After a month, you fail to pass the school's assessment standards------then, I'm sorry. I will advise you to resign."
"Zheng Jing." Lu Chaoge shouted towards the door.
Zheng Jing trotted in and asked with a smile on his face: "Principal, are you looking for me?"
"Take Teacher Fang Yan to go through the formalities, and then send him to Class 9, Grade 1, to get to know the students. He will lead the Chinese class of this class."
"Yes. Principal." Zheng Jing agreed quickly.
After the door closed, Lu Chaoge left his seat and walked to the corner. Looking at the increasingly vivid ladder, he sighed softly and said, "I'm so beautiful."
After walking out of Lu Chaoge's office, Fang Yan looked up at the blue sky on campus and couldn't help but sigh: "It's better to look at the campus beauties than to fight and kill."
"What did you say?" Zheng Jing turned around and asked.
"I said, from behind, you really look like Chow Yun-fat."
"Why are you swearing?" Zheng Jing jumped up like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on.