Qingxin Teahouse.
Fang Yan personally boiled the water to make tea. He filled the cup in front of Huang Wenqiang with the teapot and said with a smile, "The conditions here are too simple. If there's a chance in the future, I'll definitely make a cup of good tea to entertain the distinguished guests."
"What kind of distinguished guest am I?" Huang Wenqiang said with a smile. He took a sip of the tea and said, "You don't say. The tea brewed by Mr. Fang really tastes different. I saw that Mr. Fang's tea brewing technique is quite skilled and exquisite … Is Mr. Fang good at the tea ceremony? "
"It's not really a tea ceremony. I'm influenced by the elders in my family and usually like to drink tea with them. After drinking a lot and seeing a lot, I more or less understand it. " Fang Yan looked at Huang Haoran, who was sitting next to him and willing to be a supporting character, and said, "Haoran, do you like tea?"
"Yes," Huang Haoran said. "But the students in the class all like to drink Coca-Cola."
"Maybe they'll like tea in the future too," Fang Yan said with a smile.
"What do you have in mind?" Huang Wenqiang asked. He was a reporter, so he was extraordinarily sensitive to the subtext that could be hidden in every sentence.
"I'm going to let them know some knowledge about the tea ceremony," Fang Yan said with a smile. "The tea ceremony is the quintessence of Hua Xia. Brewing tea and drinking it can calm people down, cultivate their character, and improve a person's personal quality and cultural accomplishment. It's a pity to lose such a good thing. It can't be passed down by one person, nor can it be passed down by one family. If a group of people and a country were to pass it down, why would we worry that the tea ceremony of Hua Xia can't be carried forward? "
"But the tea ceremony technique is not in the scope of the language textbook. If you teach this … Aren't you afraid of being expelled from school again? "Huang Wenqiang asked doubtfully.
Fang Yan did not answer Huang Wenqiang's question. Instead, he looked at Huang Haoran and asked, "Huang Haoran, do you think the students will like the tea ceremony lesson?"
"Yes." Huang Haoran's eyes lit up. "I'm sure many students will like it."
"Do you think this is good for you?" Fang Yan asked again.
"Yes," Huang Haoran said. "We're also willing to learn some extracurricular knowledge. We also want to learn things that interest us, but there's too much content in the textbooks and too much extracurricular homework. We don't have the time or the channels, so we can only leave it at that. Actually, the students liked these things very much. Why did the dance club and taekwondo club have so many members? Isn't that proof that everyone likes these things? "
Fang Yan was very satisfied with Huang Haoran's answer. Only then did he say to Huang Wenqiang, "Because there is no test, as a teacher, he doesn't teach … Is this really for the good of the students?"
"But now, all the schools are only using fractions. If you delay the students' studies … "
"Who says that students who learn the Way of Tea can't get high marks?" Fang Yan retorted. "There are a few months in a semester. How many pages are there in a Chinese textbook? If you study hard, a month's time is enough. "
"Why do our students need such a long time to learn? Because they hate studying. "Fang Yan gave the answer to this question himself. "They spend all day memorizing who was born and who died in what year. This essay represents the author's point of view. This poem expresses the poet's state of mind … The person has been dead for so many years. Who knows what the author's point of view is expressed in the essay? Who knows the poet's state of mind when he writes the poem? Maybe it's a sentence that he forced out while squatting in the toilet with constipation. He gave it a self-righteous interpretation and then told the students that it was the correct answer … Are the people who interpreted it the author himself? Is it the poet himself? Since that was not the case, why did they think that their interpretation was correct? Why can't the students have their own interpretation? Must the students' interpretation be wrong? "
"If every student has their own interpretation, then how can we determine if they get a score?" Huang Wenqiang asked.
"Why does it have to be based on a unified thinking to get a score?" Fang Yan said helplessly. "Literature is art. Art is something that is hard to determine … We rank the students on a scale of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. The first one is closest to the poet, and the second one understands the poet the best. However, we can't teach any poet."
"Interesting point." Huang Wenqiang smiled. "Do you mind if I organize these words and post them on the 'Hua Xia Metropolis Daily'? The last essay received a great response from the parents. If we post a second one, it should be able to heat up the topic again. "
"Okay, but don't put my name on it," Fang Yan said.
"Why?"
"Because …" How could Fang Yan tell them that he didn't want to be famous because he was afraid that the violent girl, Ye Rou, would suddenly come to him and beat him up? "I'm a quiet person. I like peace. I don't like to be influenced by vulgar things like fame and fortune."
"There aren't many good teachers like you." Huang Wenqiang sighed. "No wonder Haoran said you're different from other teachers."
"If I had forty students, I would want to teach forty geniuses in different fields, not the same type of talent," Fang Yan said. "That's why I'm different from other teachers."
"Mr. Fang is of noble character and unquestionable integrity …"
"Do you get paid for your essay?"
"Yes."
"I'll give my payment to Haoran to buy a book."
"No, no, no. The payment is yours. I'll have Haoran bring it to you."
"You're too polite, Mr. Huang …"
"You're welcome, Mr. Fang."
…
…
There were two Chinese classes in the afternoon, so Fang Yan didn't get off work early.
When he was sitting in the office reading, Chen Dahai walked in with a teacup in his hand.
"Mr. Chen, you're here."
"Team Leader Chen, how come you have time to inspect our Chinese team?"
"Old Chen, have some tea. I brought some camellia from my hometown … It's fragrant."
Chen Dahai was the team leader of the first-year mathematics team and the homeroom teacher of Class 9. He was on good terms with the vice principal, the dean, and other school leaders. Therefore, he was a good person to suck up to among the ordinary teachers of no rank.
Chen Dahai smiled and greeted the teachers. Then, he stood in front of Fang Yan and looked down at him. He said, "Mr. Fang, these are the leave slips from Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao, and Li Yang … They're not feeling well, so they asked for leave from me. I told them to go back and rest."
After Zhu Fang fell into the water, Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao, and Li Yang ran to Fang Yan and mocked him. They were so sarcastic that they almost got into a fight with the other students who were on Fang Yan's side.
Now that they knew from their family elders that not only did Fang Yan not leave, but he was coming back to be their Chinese teacher again … How could they have the nerve to come to class?
It was impossible to find someone to send leave slips on their behalf. Last time they did that, Fang Yan had directly written on the back of the slip: No approval. They couldn't bring themselves to look for Fang Yan to ask for leave.
Therefore, they acted on the spot and turned their attention to Chen Dahai. Wasn't Chen Dahai their homeroom teacher? Couldn't they just ask for leave from the homeroom teacher?
Fang Yan knew exactly what Zheng Guodong and the others were thinking. He took the leave slips and looked at them. He asked with concern, "Are Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao, and Li Yang seriously ill?"
"It's not a big deal," Chen Dahai said with a smile. He thought to himself, Fang Yan, I'd like to see how long you can be so arrogant. It's fine if you offend others, but even Director Zheng's son hates you. How can you have a good life at Rosefinch Secondary?
"Are they hospitalized? I'll go to the hospital to see them, "Fang Yan said.
"… They're not hospitalized." Chen Dahai felt very uncomfortable. How could this person say that? Who would go to the hospital for no reason?
"I saw that they only asked for two classes … There shouldn't be enough rest time, right?" Fang Yan looked at the class schedule on the table and said, "The first two classes tomorrow are my Chinese class, and the whole afternoon the day after tomorrow will be my Chinese class. Why don't they ask for these five classes together?"
"Mr. Fang …" Chen Dahai's face darkened. "Students ask for leave based on their own physical condition. How can you encourage them to ask for so much leave in advance?"
Fang Yan smiled and said, "I'm just afraid that they will suddenly have a stomachache during my Chinese class tomorrow. The day after that, they will be on their period again. So, I'm reminding them to ask for leave at once … Isn't that better? It's convenient for them, and it's convenient for me. "
"It seems that Mr. Fang is prejudiced against these three students?" Chen Dahai began to accuse Fang Yan.
"No, no. Not at all. "Fang Yan waved his hand. "Although Teacher Chen framed me behind my back, I won't treat Chen Tao differently just because he is your son. Although this child's nature is bad, he is still a child. As a child, he has the chance to turn over a new leaf … As a teacher, we should have confidence in our students."
"Fang Yan, how can you say that? Whose nature is bad? Who framed you behind your back? "
"Chen Tao's nature is bad. Teacher Chen framed me behind my back …" Fang Yan smiled bitterly. "We are all colleagues. Why do you have to force me to say it so clearly? How can we get along in the future? "
"You, you … Let's go. Follow me to see the principal." Chen Dahai was about to go crazy because of Fang Yan. He pulled Fang Yan's hand and wanted to take him to see the school's leader.
"Teacher Chen, don't be so impulsive." Fang Yan comforted him with a gentle voice. "The fewer people who know about this, the better. If you make a ruckus like this, everyone will know. It won't be good for you and Chen Tao … Chen Tao is still a child. He can still be saved."
Chen Tao is a child, so he can still be saved. As for you, Teacher Chen, there is no medicine that can save him.
The other teachers couldn't sit still anymore. They all came over to mediate.
"Yeah, Teacher Chen, don't be so agitated. Let's talk this out …"
"Fang Yan, you're too much. How can you talk to Team Leader Chen like that? How did Team Leader Chen frame you? If you have the ability, tell us. "
"You have no hair on your mouth and you're not reliable. I really don't know why the school recruited such a child …"
…
"I say, everyone …" Fang Yan glanced sideways at the teachers from the Chinese Literature team and said, "I can't stop you from sucking up to me, but don't drag me down with you. I'm also someone with a backer. You all know about Principal Lu Chaoge, right? I'm one of her people. "
"…"
"Look, all of you are bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Once I say that I have a backer, all of you are so scared that you don't dare to say a word. "Fang Yan continued to attack.
"…" The teachers felt that they couldn't go on any longer. They couldn't stay in this office anymore.
"Fang Yan," Chen Dahai was so angry that he was trembling. He pointed at Fang Yan and shouted, "I will definitely make you leave Rosefinch. Definitely. "
"When your son said this, he was much more imposing than you," Fang Yan said. He wouldn't take such a weak threat to heart.
"…"
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