Fresh teahouse.
Fang Yan personally boiled water and made tea, holding the teapot and filling the cup in front of Huang Wenqiang with tea. He said with a smile: "The conditions here are too simple. I will make a cup of good tea to entertain our distinguished guests when I have the opportunity in the future."
"What kind of distinguished guest am I?" Huang Wenqiang said with a smile. He took a sip from the tea cup and said, "Not to mention, the tea made by Teacher Fang does have a different taste. Just now, I saw that Teacher Fang's method of making tea is quite good. Skilled and exquisite---is Mr. Fang good at tea ceremony?"
"It's not really a tea ceremony. Influenced by the elders in the family, I usually like to drink tea with them. The more I drink and the more I see, the more I understand." Fang Yan glanced at the person sitting next to him and said nothing. Huang Haoran, who plays a supporting role, said: "Haoran, do you like tea?"
"I like it." Huang Haoran said. "But everyone in the class likes to drink Coca-Cola."
"Maybe they will also like drinking tea in the future." Fang Yan said with a smile.
"What can you do?" Huang Wenqiang asked aloud. He is a journalist with an unusually keen sense of the possible subtext of every sentence.
"I'm going to let them know some knowledge about tea ceremony." Fang Yan said with a smile. "The tea ceremony is the quintessence of China. Cooking and drinking tea can calm people, cultivate one's moral character, and improve one's personal quality and cultural accomplishment. It is a pity that such a good thing has been lost. If it cannot be passed down by one person, it cannot be passed down by the whole family. If a group of people and a country come together to inherit it, why worry that the Chinese tea ceremony cannot be carried forward?"
"But tea ceremony skills are not within the knowledge scope of Chinese textbooks. 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 gleamed. "Many classmates will definitely like it."
"Do you think this is 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 things that interest us, but there are too many contents in the textbooks, too many extracurricular assignments, no time, no channels, and in the end we can only give up. In fact, students I still like these very much. Why do the school’s dance club and taekwondo club have so many members? Isn’t it proof that everyone likes these?”
Fang Yan was very satisfied with Huang Haoran's answer, and then said to Huang Wenqiang: "Because the exam is not taken, the teacher will not teach - is this really for the students?"
"However, all schools now only focus on fractions. If you delay students' learning----"
"Who says that students who learn tea ceremony will not get high scores in the exam?" Fang Yan retorted. "How many months are there in a semester, and how many pages are there in a Chinese textbook? If you study hard, one month is enough."
"Why does it take our students so long to learn well? Because they are tired of learning." Fang Yan himself gave the answer to this question. "I carry around all day who was born in such and such a year, and who died in such and such year. What point of view does this article represent? What state of mind does this poem express? The person has been dead for so many years. Who knows the article? What is the author's point of view expressed? Who knows the poet's state of mind when writing the poem? Maybe it was a sentence that was forced out while squatting on the toilet when he was constipated, but he gave it a self-righteous interpretation, and then told the students that this was the correct answer---- -Are those who interpret it the author himself? Are they the poet himself? If not, why do they think their interpretation is correct? Why can't students have their own interpretation? Is the student's interpretation necessarily wrong?"
"If every student has a way of interpretation, in that case, how to judge whether he has scored or not?" Huang Wenqiang asked rhetorically.
"Why do we have to rely on unified thinking to score points?" Fang Yan said helplessly. "Literature is art, and art is something that is difficult to determine - we use scores to rank the students into 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. The first is closest to the poet, and the second best understands the poet. However, we No poet can be taught.”
"Interesting point of view." Huang Wenqiang smiled. "Do you mind if I compile these words and send them to China Metropolis Daily? The last article had a great response among parents. If we publish a second article, it should be able to heat up the topic again."
"Okay, but don't sign my name." Fang Yan said.
"Why?"
"Because----" How could Fang Yan tell them that the reason why he didn't want to be famous was because he was worried that Ye Wenwen, that violent woman, would suddenly come and beat him up? "I have an indifferent temperament, I like tranquility, and I don't like to be affected by vulgar things like fame and fortune."
"There are really not many good teachers like this." Huang Wenqiang said with emotion. "No wonder Haoran said you are different from other teachers."
"If I have 40 students, I hope to teach 40 geniuses in different fields, not talents in the same model." Fang Yan said. "This is what makes me different from other teachers."
"Teacher Fang is upright and upright----"
"Is there any royalties for publishing articles?"
"some."
"My royalties will be given to classmate Haoran to buy books."
"No, no, no, the royalties are yours, I will let Haoran bring them to you."
"Reporter Huang is too polite----"
"Teacher Fang, don't be too polite."
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There were two Chinese classes in the afternoon, so Fang Yan did not go back from get off work early.
While he was sitting in the office reading, Chen Dahai walked in swaying with a tea cup.
"Teacher Chen is here."
"How come Team Leader Chen has time to inspect the work of our language group?"
"Old Chen, come and have tea. I have waterlogged mountain tea brought from my hometown - it's very fragrant."
Chen Dahai is the leader of the first-grade mathematics group and the head teacher of Class 9. He is close friends with school leaders such as the vice principal and dean, so he is indeed a very good person to fawn over among ordinary teachers without any rank.
Chen Dahai greeted the teachers with a smile, then stood in front of Fang Yan, looked at him condescendingly, and said: "Teacher Fang, this is the leave request form from Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao and Li Yang----theirs They were not feeling well and asked for leave from me, and I asked them to go back and have a good rest."
After the incident of Zhu Fang falling into the water, Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao, and Li Yang ran to Fang Yan and made sarcastic remarks, and almost clashed with other students who protected Fang Yan.
Now they knew in advance from the elders at home that Fang Yan not only did not leave, but would come back to be their Chinese teacher - how could they have the nerve to come to class
It was impossible to find someone to send the leave application note on your behalf. Last time they did this, Fang Yan wrote directly on the back of the note: No approval. They came to Fang Yan to ask for leave, and they couldn't bear to lose face.
So, when they had the opportunity, they decided to come to Chen Dahai. Isn't Chen Dahai their class teacher? Wouldn't it be enough to just ask for leave directly from the class teacher
Fang Yan knew very well what Zheng Guodong and the others were thinking. He took the leave request, looked at it, and asked with concern: "Are the three students Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao and Sanyang seriously ill?"
"It's not a big deal." Chen Dahai said with a smile. I thought, Fang Yan, I want to see how arrogant you can be. It doesn't matter if you offend others. Even Principal Zheng's son hates you. How can you have a good life at Zhuque Middle School
"Are they hospitalized? I'll go to the hospital to see them." Fang Yan said.
"-----Not hospitalized." Chen Dahai felt very uncomfortable. How does this man speak? Who rushes to the hospital for hospitalization when nothing happens
"I saw them and asked for two classes - the rest time shouldn't be enough, right?" Fang Yan looked at the class schedule on the desktop and said, "The first two classes tomorrow will be my Chinese class, and the whole afternoon the day after tomorrow will be It’s my Chinese class, how about they also hire these five classes?”
"Teacher Fang-----" Chen Dahai's face darkened. "Students take leave based on their physical condition. How can you encourage them to take so much leave in advance?"
Fang Yan smiled and said: "I'm just afraid that they will suddenly have a stomachache when they take my Chinese class tomorrow, and they will say that their aunt is here when they take my Chinese class the day after tomorrow, so I remind them that it is better to invite them all at once - isn't this more convenient? Okay? It’s convenient for them and it’s convenient for me too.”
"It seems that Teacher Fang has a prejudice against these three students?" Chen Dahai started to put a hat on Fang Yan's head.
"No, no. Not at all." Fang Yan waved his hand. "Although Teacher Chen has framed me behind my back, I will not treat Chen Tao differently just because he is your son. Although this child is very bad in nature, he is still a child after all. As a child, he has the opportunity to change his ways - ---As teachers, we should have confidence in our students."
"Fang Yan, how are you talking? Who is bad in nature? Who framed you behind your back?"
"Chen Tao is evil in nature, Teacher Chen is setting me up behind my back----" Fang Yan smiled bitterly. "We are all colleagues, why bother forcing people to speak so clearly? How can we get along well with each other in the future?"
"You ---- go, follow me to see the principal." Chen Dahai was about to go crazy with Fang Yan. He took Fang Yan's hand and took him to see the school leaders.
"Master Chen, don't be so impulsive." Fang Yan comforted him warmly. "The fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better. If you make such a noise, everyone will know about it. It will be bad for you and Chen Tao - Chen Tao is still a child, and he can still be saved."
Chen Tao is a child, so he can still be saved. As for you, Teacher Chen, there is no cure.
The other teachers couldn't sit still and came over to break up the fight.
"Yes, Teacher Chen, don't get excited and say what you have to say----"
"Fang Yan, you have gone too far. Why are you talking to Team Leader Chen? Why did Team Leader Chen plot against you? Do you have what it takes to tell everyone?"
"He has no hair on his lips and can't do his job well. I really don't know why the school recruits such a little kid——"
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"Let me tell you -----" Fang Yan glanced sideways at the Chinese language teachers who were trying to sidestep him, and said, "I can't stop you from flattering me, so don't pull me in. I'm also someone behind my back. Principal Lu Chaoge, you guys You all know that, right? I am hers."
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"Look, you are all bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. As soon as I said there was someone behind me, you were so scared that you didn't dare to say anything." Fang Yan chased and beat me.
"------" The teachers felt that they could not survive this day and could not stay in this office.
"Fang Yan." Chen Dahai trembled with anger, pointed at Fang Yan and shouted: "I will definitely let you get out of Suzaku. Definitely."
"Your son was much more powerful than you when he said this." Fang Yan said. He would not take such a weak threat to heart.
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(PS: In the previous chapter, the person Jiang Zhuliu hit with a club was Zheng Jing. Lao Liu’s writing was too unfair.)