Killing a thousand enemies while sacrificing eight hundred or killing eight hundred enemies while sacrificing a thousand were all cruel ways of fighting.
Fang Yan had many ways to knock down Zhang Yu and make him lose his reputation. Of course, Fang Yan could do it.
However, he would not choose to do so.
Just as he said, he hoped to pass on positive energy to his students. He wanted them to be true, kind, and brave. He wanted them to have rich knowledge and a humble attitude towards life. He hoped that they would be great and charming people.
He was a language teacher, and so was Zhang Yu. If two language teachers fought like aunties in a wet market for the same venue, where would the dignity of a teacher be? Where would the elegance and decency be?
Jealousy made Zhang Yu crazy and irrational. He put on a posture as if he was willing to be cut into pieces to bring down the emperor, but Fang Yan could not let him succeed. He would not fight with him. He was not even willing to let him touch the corner of his clothes.
That was what Fang Yan thought.
Many times, people called him a b * tch.
However, sometimes, he also hoped that people could call him a swordsman.
Because of the retreat of Class 9, Class 1 immediately occupied the venue and quickly entered the plot.
To be honest, the performance of the students of Class 1 was really good. They were originally the most outstanding students carefully selected. Coupled with their strong comprehension and learning abilities, they came prepared and perfectly restored the scene of the Hongmen Banquet and the context and mood of each character.
After the performance of the first group of students, Fang Yan immediately applauded and praised.
"Good performance." Fang Yan said with a smile.
The students of Class 9 were originally hostile to Class 1, but under the influence and drive of Fang Yan, they calmed down and enjoyed the performance of Class 1. They also applauded and cheered along with Fang Yan.
Zhang Yu stood beside Fang Yan. Seeing Fang Yan's performance, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He thought to himself, "Of course it's good. The students of Class 1 are the most outstanding."
"What's good about it? I can only give you a passing mark. " Zhang Yu called the group of students in front of him and commented on them one by one, saying, "Zhang Xuedong, your Xiang Yu doesn't have the domineering aura of Chu Bawang at all. Wang Kai, your Liu Bang is too frivolous. Think about it, his life is in the hands of others. Can he still smile so happily? Be honest. Moving people with their emotions. Otherwise, why didn't Xiangyu kill him? Huang Feihu's portrayal of Fan Kuai was the most successful. He was brave and resourceful, but he couldn't read his lines properly. When I go back, I need to read the original script more and practice more … "
Fang Yan smiled helplessly.
This is just a reenactment of the scene. The purpose is to let everyone have a deeper understanding of the historical event that happened during that period. Isn't it too harsh to ask your students to act according to the standards of actors?
Of course, Zhang Yu was the language teacher of Class 1. He was educating his students, so Fang Yan was not allowed to interrupt. Otherwise, it might really cause a war where both sides would suffer great losses.
Zhang Yu waved his hand and said to them, "Alright. Go and take a break. The next group of students, get ready. Students below, please pay attention. I hope that everyone can act better and better. Each group will perform better than the last … If you see someone else's performance but it's worse than theirs, then it's not a matter of intelligence. It's a matter of attitude. "
"Teacher, what if Class 9 sees our performance and it's worse than ours?" a student asked jokingly.
"Sun Xinping, aren't you talking nonsense? It's normal for Class 9 to act worse than us … "
"That's right. Why should we compete with Class 9? If we want to compete, we should compete with Class 2 or the top classes of other schools … "
"When did Class 9 become our opponent? We are number 1, and they are number 9. There are seven numbers between us, okay? "
…
The students of Class 1 laughed, finding this question very interesting.
The students of Class 9 were furious. Wasn't this a blatant provocation and insult?
"So what if you're from Class 1?" Tangcheng jumped out from Class 1. He didn't want to have a bad relationship with Class 1 after he graduated. After all, there were many people in Class 1 who were his friends. However, some people went too far, and he couldn't bear it anymore. "I think it's too boring. I don't want to stay there. "
"I think so too." Qin Yitian echoed.
She still stood outside the crowd with her hands in her pockets, with headphones plugged in her ears, looking like she didn't care about anything. However, a sentence at a critical moment was quite weighty.
Tangcheng was overjoyed, looking at his goddess Qin Yitian with excitement.
She replied to me!
She's on my side!
She's on my side!
"…"
Class 1 was collectively silent.
Tangcheng and Qin Yitian's counterattack was too fierce. They were beaten until they were dizzy.
It must be known that Qin Yitian entered Class 1 as the top student in the whole school. Until now, no one had been able to surpass her. Rosefinch deserved to be the most beautiful girl in the school. All the students had to respectfully call her "Senior Sister Yitian" when they met. Such a student couldn't be replaced by other girls after she left.
And Tangcheng was also a top student in Class 1. He belonged to the first echelon like Qin Yitian. Rosefinch, the school hunk, was Qin Yitian's hardcore admirer and strongest competitor. Everyone thought that the two of them were a match made in heaven and would definitely be happy in the future. They would enter university, start working, and then get married and have children.
However, the two most outstanding people in Class 1 had "job-hopped" and left. And they went to Class 9, which they completely looked down upon …
Zhang Yu's expression was also extremely ugly.
He hated Fang Yan. He hated Fang Yan for stealing his limelight. He hated Class 9 for taking away the honor of Class 1. He also hated Fang Yan for poaching away his two favorite students, Qin Yitian and Tangcheng.
Now that Qin Yitian and Tangcheng stood out to support Class 9, his heart felt as if it was being pricked by needles.
He waved his hand forcefully, forcibly suppressing the anger in his stomach, and said to Sun Xinping, who asked the question, "I'm talking about Class 1. We are only competing with Class 1 students. What does it have to do with us whether others act well or not? You can't even recognize who your opponent is. What's wrong with your head? "
Sun Xinping smiled awkwardly and said, "Teacher, I was just joking …"
These people were constantly making insinuations and sarcastic attacks, which made Fang Yan's heart very uncomfortable.
Their words were all belittling Class 9. They didn't put the students of Class 9 in their eyes at all. This made Fang Yan particularly angry.
Why did they feel so good about themselves? Did they think that their students were superior to others?
If someone said that their children weren't good looking, perhaps all parents would find it hard to accept, right?
Fang Yan walked in front of Zhang Yu and asked, "Miss Zhang, do you practice Tai Chi?"
"I don't."
"Do you learn Kung Fu?"
"I don't."
"Do you exercise?"
Zhang Yu impatiently looked at Fang Yan and said, "What do you want to say?"
"I really want to beat you up in the name of sparring." Fang Yan said. "Unfortunately, your defense is too good. You didn't give me a chance at all."
"…"
Zhang Yu's face turned purple. Anger occupied his brain, making him temporarily lose the ability to fight back.
"It doesn't feel good to be looked down upon, right?" Fang Yan asked with a smile. "Before you say those words, why don't you think about the students of Class 9? They are just a group of children. They are at the most sensitive age … They also have pride and self-respect. They also love face. They are all our students. Do you think it's really good for you to do this? "
"Did I say something wrong?" Zhang Yu said angrily. "When did Class 9's performance surpass Class 1's? Has there ever been such a thing? Why don't I have any impression of it? If you're not convinced, why don't we have a little competition in the mock test next month? "
"Compete in what?"
"I don't care about other things. We will compete in Chinese," Zhang Yu said. "If you want to compete in general subjects, I don't have an opinion … But I still advise you not to humiliate yourself."
"Okay. Then I will listen to you. Class 9 will compete in Chinese with Class 1, "Fang Yan said. "I believe they can get a good result this time."
Do the nobles, generals, and ministers have guts?
Can they enter Class 1 also be born with it?
Fang Yan had a good understanding of his students and was confident in them. None of them were mentally handicapped. None of them were fools or idiots. The reason why they did not surpass the students of Class 1 when they entered the school was because they did not work hard in junior high or their learning methods were not right.
Now, since he became the teacher of Class 9's Chinese and Class 9's homeroom teacher, the students' learning enthusiasm was fully mobilized. He did not dare to guarantee other subjects, but he was confident that they would achieve a breakthrough in Chinese.
Because, before this, they had used practical actions to prove it to him.
"Really? It's good that you are confident. "Zhang Yu sneered. "The loser has to apologize to the winner on the school radio station and read an apology written by the winner … Do you dare to accept my bet?"
"I dare, but I am not good at writing, I am afraid that I can't write an apology …" Fang Yan said in distress.
"You don't have to write it. Just wait for the script to be read. "Zhang Yu said with a face full of sarcasm.
"I knew Miss Zhang would not make things difficult for me." Fang Yan grinned. He patted Zhang Yu's shoulder hard and said as if he was doing it for his own good, "The teacher often has to sit and grade homework, the work pressure is great, and the sub-health is getting worse … Miss Zhang, let me teach you Tai Chi?"
"…"
Zhang Yu thought, Do you think I am stupid? Do you want to use me as Tai Chi?
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