The auditorium was filled with a dense crowd. More than two hundred students and dozens of teaching staff were gathered together, waiting for the class to officially start.
Today was the day that Fang Yan would give the first-year students a big class. According to the school's schedule, there were six classes: Class 1, Class 3, Class 5, Class 7, Class 9, and Class 11.
The reason why the order was messed up was to make the grades of the students more uniform. After all, when Rosefinch recruited students, it was based on their grades in the Senior High School Entrance Exam. The best students were naturally in Class 1, the slightly worse ones in Class 2, and the even worse ones in Class 3, so on and so forth.
It wouldn't be appropriate to give lessons to the students with the best grades or the students with the worst grades at the same time. Although Fang Yan would treat every student equally, the students in the later classes would definitely think that the school or Teacher Fang Yan was biased and unfair to them.
In class, Fang Yan had been teaching the students that there were many unfair things in this world, but he would try his best to pursue the word "fairness" in dealing with people.
The students were here for class, while the teachers were here to learn or … to find fault.
High school was different from university. In university, it was normal for professors to give big classes to students. However, high school focused more on teaching in small classes, and the students' enthusiasm for learning and discipline during class were stricter and more demanding.
If the students didn't study well during the big classes and didn't follow the class rules, how could they get into the best university? If they couldn't get into the best university, how could they have the best future?
However, the school had made such a decision to let Fang Yan give a big class to all the first-year students.
This was undoubtedly a hard slap to the faces of the other language teachers. Fang Yan was a treasure, and they were trash? Could it be that they had been misleading the students in the past? How could they be convinced by this?
Hence, these teachers rushed over together. They wanted to see what kind of new knowledge and inspiration Fang Yan, Rosefinch's' King of Teachers', could bring to the students. If Fang Yan wanted to get by perfunctorily, then they would have to take this opportunity to launch a fierce counterattack against Fang Yan and the school's higher-ups.
The class was scheduled for two hours from seven to nine in the evening. There was a fifteen-minute break in between.
It was already 6: 50 pm, but the teacher, Fang Yan, was nowhere to be seen.
"It's almost time. Why isn't Teacher Fang Yan here yet?"
"Hehe, I've long heard of Teacher Fang Yan's name. Now, I have the chance to become his student. Let's see what kind of surprise he has for us today … "
"Huang Haoran, has Mr. Fang ever been late to class before? Do you want to make a call and ask? "
The students of Class 9 discovered that they had suddenly become the focus of everyone's attention and eye-catching stars. If anyone had any questions, they would ask the students of Class 9.
…
The auditorium was noisy, and the students were talking about it. It was as chaotic as a wet market.
The last row of the auditorium was unusually quiet. More than a dozen Chinese teachers sat side by side, looking at the students in front of them and maintaining minimal communication.
The language teacher of Class Three, Li Xinhua, was sitting next to Zhang Yu. Looking at Zhang Yu sitting there with a gloomy face, he didn't know what she was thinking. She looked like she shared a common enemy with him. He said angrily, "Look, is this still a lesson? The classroom is as noisy as a wet market. The students can't calm down. How are we going to start the class later? "
Zhang Yu glanced at Li Xinhua and said, "Maybe Mr. Fang has some tricks up his sleeve?"
Ever since Class 1 lost to Class 9 in the last language competition, Zhang Yu felt that he couldn't lift his head in school. He was also forced by the bet to go to the school's radio station to read the apology letter, which he regarded as the shame of his life. This made him hate Fang Yan to the bone.
That bullsh * t 'Flying Ash Fertilizer' jingle, was it something an ordinary person could read?
That was too much!
It was also because he lost so badly last time that Zhang Yu didn't dare to be too full of himself. Otherwise, he might be the one to lose face.
"Hmph. I want to see what new things he can teach the students today. " Li Xinshu said with a face full of sarcasm, "If the students are not satisfied, we have to report it to the school … Even if Mr. Fang has a close relationship with a certain school board member, he can be the vice-principal or directly the principal. As a teacher, wouldn't that be misleading the students? "
Zhang Yu had also heard of the scandal between Fang Yan and the school board member Lu Chaoge. The truth of the matter could be ignored, but in his opinion, Fang Yan did have some ability.
Otherwise, how could the Class 1 he led lose to Class 9? It should be known that this time Class 1 lost not because Class 1 didn't do well, but because Class 9 did too well.
Class 1 performed well as a whole this time. Except for Qin Yitian and Tangcheng, the other students still performed at their best level in Rosefinch.
Zhang Yu didn't like Fang Yan's character, but he didn't think that Fang Yan was an idiot without real ability who relied on women to get ahead.
"Let's wait a little longer." Zhang Yu said. "Time's up."
Pa!
The light above the auditorium's rostrum lit up. A lonely spotlight.
Fang Yan walked out from the backstage on time. The spotlight followed him all the way, like a bright sun following his head.
He was wearing a black Rosefinch Chinese tunic suit. The jacket was unbuttoned, revealing the snow-white shirt inside. His hair was combed casually, and there was a gentle and charming smile on his face. At this time, Fang Yan had the elegance of a knowledgeable person. He was elegant and handsome.
His appearance alone caused the students to scream and applaud enthusiastically.
"Mr. Fang, you're so handsome."
"Liu Dehua, Mr. Fang, you look like Liu Dehua …"
"Like Tang Zhong? He can even pretend to be a woman. Tang Zhong is the handsome one … "
…
Li Xinhua curled his lips and sneered, "Are you here to teach or to sing? You don't look like a teacher. You look more like a third-rate singer trying to please the crowd. "
Zhang Yu frowned slightly and didn't answer.
Fang Yan held the microphone in the corner of his clothes and glanced at the students below the stage with a smile.
The students looked up at Fang Yan with the same inexplicable smile on their faces.
Even though Fang Yan hadn't started his lecture, both the teacher and the students already felt that this would be a pleasant night.
They didn't feel any pressure when facing their teacher, Fang Yan, nor did they feel a sense of urgency to learn.
They were like close friends who just gathered together to chat.
"What is Kung Fu?" Fang Yan asked. The microphone spread his voice to every corner of the auditorium.
The audience suddenly became silent.
Could it be that the class had officially started? What did this question mean?
They weren't here to learn Chinese … What did this have to do with Kung Fu?
Only now did the students remember that Fang Yan came empty-handed. He didn't bring the first-year Chinese textbook. As for the lesson plan … the students of Class 9 said that they had never seen such a thing.
It had to be said that Teacher Fang Yan wasn't a diligent teacher.
"Does anyone know?" Fang Yan looked around and asked again, "What is Kung Fu?"
"Southern Fist and Northern Leg, Shaolin Wudang Gong … Kung Fu is our Hua Xia martial arts."
"Kung Fu can be used to attack and defend …"
"Stephen Chow's movie is Kung Fu …"
…
Seeing that Fang Yan was really asking this question, the students' interest was immediately piqued, and all kinds of strange answers were thrown out.
At first, a dozen people answered, then dozens of people answered. In the end, all the students were rushing to answer and argue, and the big classroom became a pot of porridge again.
Fang Yan gestured for everyone to quiet down and said, "Everyone's answer is correct. Kung Fu is Southern Fist and Northern Leg, Shaolin Wudang Gong. It can be used to attack and defend, and it's also Stephen Chow's movie … Tonight, I will show you the profound world of our Hua Xia martial arts. I want to let you know what real Kung Fu is. "
Fang Yan waved his hand, and a dozen men in black shorts rushed up with soft knives in their hands. The leader was Zhang Chen, the Wang Pai coach of the Glorious Martial Arts School next door.
Zhang Chen stood alone in front of the knife, and the other students scattered and arranged in a beautiful fan shape.
Exciting music sounded, and a man's beautiful and calm voice rang through the whole audience.
"The people who have been asleep for a hundred years are gradually waking up …"
"Ah …"
The students screamed out.
For this gorgeous scene, for this familiar song.
"Ha …"
Zhang Chen slashed out with his knife, and it was earth-shattering.
"Ha …"
More than a dozen students behind him slashed out with their knives at the same time, and their strength broke the sky.
"Open your eyes and look carefully, who is willing to admit …"
"Ha …" Zhang Chen had a knife on his head, and his body did a 180-degree somersault.
"Ah …" More than a dozen students had knives on their heads, and their bodies did a 180-degree somersault.
"Open your mouth and shout, shout loudly. This is a country full of soldiers, and bandits have always been invading, and they will die …"
The music became more and more exciting, and the knife array performed by the martial arts students led by Zhang Chen became more and more wonderful and exciting.
The music was the background of the knife array, and it made the knife array more imposing.
The knife array was the body of the music, and it gave the music an unruly soul.
The music was desolate and tragic, but it contained endless power.
The knife light and the sword shadow, and the men's roar filled the world with hope, and everyone present was full of confidence to win.
"The Great Wall never falls, and the Yellow River surges for thousands of miles …"
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