As a teacher with limited morals, Fang Yan would not fall in love with his students.
However, whether to talk about it or not is one thing, but whether there are female students pursuing him is another matter.
Just as many female stars in the entertainment industry said in interviews with reporters, "I don't want everyone to call me Vases, please pay more attention to my acting skills." But have they ever thought about those who have worked hard for decades but no one has ever called them Vases? How those women felt
Have they thought about it
Yes, Fang Yan has such a mentality.
Before he entered Zhuque Middle School as a teacher, he had imagined such a beautiful scene: a beautiful girl wearing a white shirt and a blue skirt was like a morning rose that had just grown in size. It had a pleasant fragrance, was delicate and charming, and was shy in his teaching materials. Write a passionate love letter or call his name on the campus tree-lined path after school and give him a cup of warm tea -----
He has already thought about it, and he will not tear up those love letters, because it is very impolite behavior and it will hurt the students' self-esteem a lot. He would also drink the tea and even accept the thermos cup in which the tea was made.
However, he will reject them, reject their likes and love, and reject their emotional derailment.
"I am a good man and you are a good girl. We will not have good results together." Fang Yan said to them in the gentlest tone in the world. "Because, I am you----no, your teacher."
Yes, he had already imagined such a scene. With his idol-like face and powerful acting, how could those young girls who are just starting to fall in love not be fascinated by him
The day did come, earlier than he expected.
"Is this also a metaphor?" Fang Yan smiled. If the enemy does not move, I will not move. If the enemy moves, I will not move. Let’s first figure out the real purpose of this girl. Didn't Zhang Wuji's mother say, be careful with women, the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie.
Fang Yan, a young virgin, is worried that he will be deceived by a beautiful girl.
If they defrauded him of his body, how could he have the nerve to go out to meet people in the future
"I'm serious." Qin Yitian blinked and said innocently.
"You------" Fang Yan felt that she really wanted to lie to him. "I am your teacher, you have to respect me."
"I know." Qin Yitian nodded. "So I want to 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 classmates to your classmates?"
"Call Teacher Fang."
"Okay Fang Yan."
"------" Fang Yan is very stubborn, and the other party is more insistent than him.
Fang Yan stood on the podium, smiled and said to everyone: "Let us welcome our new classmate Qin Yitian with warm applause.
No one spoke.
No one applauded.
But the boys' faces were all flushed, with expressions of excitement and frustration. Even Huang Haoran, who is usually the calmest and calmest, is full of excitement, looking at Qin Yitian standing at the front desk with burning eyes.
"Something's wrong." Fang Yan frowned. He smelled the restlessness in the air. What do these guys want
Qin Yitian walked onto the podium, glanced at the audience, laughed softly and said, "I know you all know me, I am Qin Yitian."
Wow la la -----
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 is just the way it is for ardent fans to meet their male idols.
"What's going on?" Fang Yan felt hurt. No one applauded when he introduced himself. Qin Yitian stood on the stage and said one sentence, and you became so crazy
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 simply refused. "There are already classmates sitting in the first row. There are only empty seats in the last row. You can go and sit there."
"Teacher, I am willing to change places with Qin Yitian." A boy in the first row stood up and said.
"Teacher, I am also willing-----"
"Teacher, let me change ------"
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Not only did the boys change seats with Qin Yitian, but even the female students stood up, which was difficult for Fang Yan to understand.
Shouldn’t same-sex people be mutually exclusive
"The seat a person sits on has nothing to do with age, nationality, gender, or appearance." Fang Yan said righteously. Let you sit in the front row. Should the students look at you or me during class? "Classmate Qin Yitian, you must give a reason that can convince everyone."
"I want to get closer to you so that you can see more clearly." Qin Yitian looked at Fang Yan and chuckled.
"------" Fang Yan's face also turned red.
To be honest, Teacher Fang Yan was really embarrassed to be molested by a female student in front of so many students.
What's more, he was originally a shy and introverted boy who blushed whenever he talked to girls.
Fang Yan remained silent, but the students' emotions were ignited by Qin Yitian's answer.
"Qin Yitian, good job, we support you-----"
"As expected of our goddess Suzaku, her methods of picking up men are so mighty and domineering-----"
"Qin Yitian, you are so flattering, I like you-----"
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Fang Yan pointed to the back corner of the classroom and said, "Classmate Qin Yitian, this reason cannot convince me, nor can it convince everyone - there is a place for you in the last row."
Qin Yitian smiled handsomely and said: "One day, you will be willing to let me sit in the first row----"
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the back row of the classroom. Her long hair was flying, as if her whole body was covered with a layer of golden light.
Wherever her figure went, the students' eyes followed her.
It's like a superstar from outside suddenly comes back to experience campus life, and that's how students chase her.
Fang Yan felt a little sad, what's going on with these guys? I used to look at myself so enthusiastically -----In addition to being more beautiful, what other knowledge can she bring to you
Fang Yan stood on the podium and said, "Qin Yitian just came over. Let me reintroduce the content of our class. A few days ago, I took everyone to Quehe to study the poem "Farewell Cambridge". The previous chapter In the first class, I asked everyone to write an article "Farewell to Queqiao Bridge" based on the situation at that time -----Everyone here, including myself, will leave Zhuque. There will always be a day. When you leave Zhuque, What will the mood be like? Of course, you can write about farewell, you can write about teachers and students, you can also write about love----"
"What I have in my hands now are their works. I will read them out one by one, and everyone will give a final score. The three highest-rated poems will give the author one point each. Qin Yitian just came over, so you don't need to Participate in this competition.”
After speaking, Fang Yan began to read poetry.
In the past, students only studied poetry. How could they ever think that they also wanted to write poetry
Therefore, the poems written by many students are really boring and dry.
For example, "Farewell to Queqiao" written by a student named Ye Xiaoyu goes like this: Queqiao, I'm leaving. Queqiao, I will come back. When you look into my eyes, do you know how much I love you in my heart
Even better: the bird. bridge. Bird Bridge. The reason why Queqiao is called Queqiao is because it looks like a bird.
Of course, there are some excellent ones among them. For example, Huang Haoran, who has a strong foundation in ancient literature, wrote a poem in classical Chinese about saying goodbye to school and Queqiao. The words were gorgeous and the emotions were profound, which won everyone's praise.
Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao, and Li Yang did not come to class. When Fang Yan read Zhu Fang on the 40th, all the poems had been recited.
"Okay, now everyone starts scoring." 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 is the outstanding poet from Class 9."
"Wait." Qin Yitian stood up from the back row.
"Qin Yitian, what can you do?"
"Teacher, I have also written a few poems. Can you help me read them?"
"How many articles?"
"A few articles. I have plenty of time."
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Fang Yan walked to the back row of the classroom and took the stack of manuscript paper handed over by Qin Yitian. He saw the poems written in beautiful fonts on it and asked, "Did you just write this?"
"Yes." Qin Yitian said. "I didn't bring my schoolbag, so I borrowed pens and paper from classmate Hou Xiaolong."
A boy sitting next to Qin Yitian smiled honestly, silently proving the authenticity of what Qin Yitian said.
"Poetry must have emotion----"
"I'm very emotional." Qin Yitian said. "You take them to Quehe to learn "Farewell Cambridge". I stood on the bank and watched it."
No wonder she was able to compose poems in such a short period of time. It turned out that she was also one of the spectators in "Farewell Bird Bridge".
Thinking of the lively scene of crowds of people on both sides of the Que River at that time, including the beauties he had not noticed, Fang Yan felt unreasonably proud of being a hero in the world.
"You also want to participate in the selection?"
"Now that it's written-----" Qin Yitian said indifferently. "Then enjoy the same treatment as other students."
Fang Yan turned around and walked up to the podium and said, "The new classmate Qin Yitian also composed three poems. Let's all enjoy them together."
Fang Yan cleared his throat and began to read:
You said the drizzle is faint and the sparrow bridge is far away
Later, I hugged Whispering lightly and covered me with colorful clothes.
You said the spring is bright and the sleeves are green and the fragrance is red
Later, the west tower was hidden inside, and I stood quietly beside you.
Fang Yan glanced towards the back row of the classroom with some surprise and saw Qin Yitian looking at him with a proud face.
Obviously, she is very confident in her work.
To be honest, Fang Yan was not sure that he could write such beautiful sentences in such a short period of time. This is not like the writing style of a middle school student at all, but more like the mood that a woman with countless emotional experiences can express.
How did she do it
"You said the soft breeze blows gently, and I lie down drunk and think about it.
Later, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and the tents were filled with sorrow.
You talk about love so softly, how can we forget each other
But my eyes turned slightly, and I suddenly felt like frost.”