Ultimate Teacher

Chapter 64: Scholars talk about spirit, and literati have character!

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Tea commune.

The house has not been decorated for a long time and looks a bit decayed and old. There are three or two old tables and chairs placed haphazardly and it does not have any aesthetic appeal.

Secluded and clean, these are probably the few advantages of this teahouse.

There were no other guests in the teahouse, except for Fang Yan who had just walked in. There was also a teahouse waiter who was lying on a wicker chair and taking a nap in front of him.

Fang Yan deliberately stepped up his steps, hoping to wake up the teahouse waiter. Unexpectedly, the man was sleeping soundly, and he didn't know if he heard the footsteps, so he turned over and continued to sleep.

Fang Yan had no choice but to shout: "Brother, bring me a pot of Longjing tea."

The waiter finally woke up. He was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with slightly curly hair and a pale face. Wiping the water stains from the corners of his mouth, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looked at Fang Yan and asked, "What are you asking for?"

"Bring a pot of Longjing tea." Fang Yan said again.

"No," said the man.

"Then what kind of tea do we have there?" Fang Yan asked.

"Do you want Maojian tea? There is Maojian tea. It is grown at home and stir-fried by workers. No spices or tea essence are added." The middle-aged man began to advertise his products.

Fang Yan looked at the middle-aged man carefully and asked, "Am I the boss?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "No, buddy."

"What's your name?" Fang Yan asked.

"Zhu Jian." The middle-aged man said.

Fang Yan stood up again, walked up to the middle-aged man, and said with a smile: "No, Fang Yan. No, he asked me to meet."

"Teacher Fang?" Zhu Jian looked at Fang Yan with a shocked face. "Am I Teacher Fang Yan?"

Zhu Jian couldn't help but be surprised.

Zhu Jian received a call tomorrow. The caller claimed to be Fang Yan, the current Chinese teacher of Class 9 at Zhuque High School.

Although Zhu Jian did not want to have any contact with that school anymore, he was persuaded repeatedly and said that he could find a way to restore his reputation. Zhu Jian hesitated repeatedly and finally agreed to meet Fang Yan.

That thing was like a slender sharp thorn stuck in his throat, making him unable to eat or sleep well.

Literary men attach great importance to fame, and the heavy burden of hooking up with female students makes him almost unable to hold his head up in front of his family and friends.

He needs relief and a chance to travel light.

Fang Yan's words touched his heart and made it difficult for him to refuse.

He originally thought that Fang Yan would be a middle-aged man like himself. But no, isn't the young man in front of him too young and immature? Isn’t the purpose of Zhuque High School to be an elite school? How could you recruit people at random

"No him." Fang Yan said. He saw the thoughtful questioning in Zhu Jian's eyes and said, "They came east to talk?"

"He made me a cup of tea." Zhu Jian said.

Maojian tea is not as fragrant as Tieguanyin tea, and not as graceful and graceful as Longjing tea, but it has its own unique charm.

The tiny hair tips rolled several times in the boiling water and slowly unfolded, and a layer of tiny red hair flakes floated up and down in the glass. At first glance, it looks like the tea leaves have not been cleaned. In fact, those red flakes are not the essence of Maojian tea.

The tea people call it 'Honghao', which is rich in substances that are beneficial to the human body. When drinking tea, please drink those red hairs into your stomach together.

Fang Yan picked up the glass and took a sip of tea, felt it carefully, and said with a smile: "Good tea."

Zhu Jian's face was expressionless and he didn't take Fang Yan's praise seriously. If the scene is there, how many words are worth believing

"If his guess is correct, those tea trees grow on the top of the mountain. They are exposed to wind, rain, and sunlight, so people think that the leaves are not green and the tea looks old." Fang Yan took another sip and commented: "Buluo , The people who pick tea are very skillful, and they only pick out the buds of each tea leaf. In this way, all the essence of a tea tree is picked."

"Tea fryers also bake it with burnt charcoal ash, without heavy fire or force, retaining the tenderness of the tea tip and the natural fragrance of the tea leaves. As I just said, although there are no spices added to the tea It’s fine, but the taste of the tea is actually better because of it.”

Zhu Jian was deeply shocked and said: "Teacher Fang is a tea master. The tea was grown by the old father of the family. The tea mountain he was allocated happened to be on the top of the mountain. It was difficult to water the tea trees on the top of the mountain. It happened that the weather in southern Henan was dry in those few years. Therefore, the color of the tea leaves was dark and unsightly. In order to sell it at a good price, he asked his parents to pick the top, which was the buds of the tea tree, and then went back to roast them himself. Later, he lost his job and thought about what he usually likes. Drink tea. A teahouse opened at the entrance of that community. I also saw it. Because of the lack of capital and the remote location, it was difficult to make ends meet."

Just now, Zhu Jian was wrong about Fang Yan's contempt and questioning, but now he no longer has a perfunctory mentality because of his tender face.

Fang Yan smiled and said, "Whether he is here to have tea with Teacher Zhu, Teacher Zhu must not be in the mood for tea now."

Zhu Jian smiled bitterly and said, "Indeed."

Fang Yan looked at Zhu Jian seriously and asked, "Teacher Zhu, are the rumors in the school true?"

Zhu Jian didn't answer, but looked at Fang Yan thoughtfully and said, "He doesn't know Hong, why did I ask him that question? Whose position do I represent? Myself? Suzaku High School?"

"He represents himself." Fang Yan said.

"Because of sympathy? Aren't you curious?"

"There is sympathy. There is also curiosity." Fang Yan said very frankly. "Very understanding."

"understand?"

"The understanding of sharing the same fate." Fang Yan said.

"What do you mean?" Zhu Jian was confused.

"Some time ago, he was almost expelled from the school because of an incident of dancing with a female student in a bar. Of course, if the media reported it, he might not be expelled from the school simply." Fang Yan said.

"Me and female students dancing in a bar?" Zhu Jian looked at Fang Yan with vigilance and contempt. Who is that person? I thought he was the same as me, so I came here to seek comfort

"There is another secret." Fang Yan explained. "The matter is actually very simple, not as dirty as outsiders speculate."

"Why didn't the media report it?" Zhu Jian asked. "Don't the media like that kind of news the most?"

"Because there are many honest people who stood up to help him shut up." Fang Yan played with the glass in his lap and said with a smile. "They didn't believe he would do something like that."

"It seems that I am much luckier than him." Zhu Jian sighed. His incident became public knowledge, causing him to be ostracized by the entire Huacheng education community. The female student was not willing to be humiliated and transferred to another city to study.

He knew whether they were innocent or not. Who wanted to believe it

"He doesn't deny that." Fang Yan said. "His luck has been good."

"Because I have had the experience of being wronged, so I wanted to come over and listen to his story. If so, I will find a way to help him reverse the case?"

"I am the only one who wants to get rid of the heavy burden." "Fang Yan said. "That hat is too heavy. If it weighs on my head, I'm afraid I won't be able to relax for the rest of my life. Very much like that female student----although he has never seen her. But no, if she was really wronged, then that incident would destroy her. "

"No." Zhu Jian's face showed pain. She covered her face with her legs, and tears flowed from the gaps between her long and thin legs. The fingers of the legs are wet and it flows to the back of the legs. "Destroyed her."

Fang Yan sighed softly.

After a long time, Zhu Jian moved his legs away from his face, with tears still visible in his eyes.

"He can tell me clearly whether they are innocent or not," Zhu Jian said. "He swore by his personality - no, by everything about him."

"He believes it." Fang Yan nodded. "So what happened?"

"I am the head teacher of Class 9, do I know Zheng Guodong?" Zhu Jian asked.

"I know." Fang Yan nodded. "Is it related to him?"

"He just became a Chinese language teacher in Class 9, and we had many conflicts with him. He skipped class to drink, beat classmates, and became the bully in the class. Moreover, he had contact with some gangsters in the society, and his legs were not good when doing things. Like a student----"

"He was molesting a female classmate by the Quehe River and happened to be caught by him. He scolded him and drove him away. Then he took off his coat and put it on the girl's body. Unexpectedly, that scene was caught by someone. The photo was taken and it became evidence that he was having sex by the river with the female student in his arms."

Zhu Jian punched the thick table and shouted: "Zhu Jian has read a lot of books, how could he do such an animal thing?"

"Have I explained it to the school?" Fang Yan asked.

"Who would believe it?" Zhu Jian shouted with red eyes. "Who would believe it? Who would believe that Zheng Guodong's father is not a school director?"

Fang Yan was silent.

Zhu Jian's matter is indeed tricky. On the one hand, he was photographed just like himself. And No, who was even more careless than himself, put his clothes on a girl's body. He walked out of the woods with the girl in his arms. If he said that he had nothing to do with girls, few people would believe him.

Of course, if that were not the case, if Zhu Jian and the injured girl stood up and accused Zheng Guodong at the same time, there would be no chance of things turning around.

The most critical question is whether Zheng Guodong's father Zheng Tiancheng is the director of Zhuque School. Who is willing to offend Zheng Tiancheng and still stand up to overturn Zhu Jian's case when the evidence is solid

"He believes it." Fang Yan said seriously. "He believes we are innocent."

Zhu Jian looked at Fang Yan with a surprised look on his face.

"He will help me reverse the case, and he will be very loyal to me." Fang Yan continued.

"Why?" Zhu Jian asked. He made it very clear to Ming Hong whether Zheng Guodong's father was Zheng Tiancheng. Why was he willing to risk his life

If he offended Zheng Tiancheng because of his own affairs, would he be able to stay in Donglai as the Chinese teacher of Class 9? Are you afraid that you will end up being expelled from school like yourself

"Because they are not scholars." Fang Yan said seriously. "They don't believe that scholars talk about spirit and literati have character. Thaksin believes that."

(PS: Sorry, I just wrote the third chapter. I hope I can write the fourth chapter even if I don’t sleep tomorrow morning. Don’t wait, just get up early tomorrow and read it.)