Fang Yan stood on the podium, and the students applauded spontaneously.
"Thank you." Fang Yan bowed deeply to the audience. "Thank you."
"Mr. Fang, what are you thanking us for?"
"That's right, we should be thanking you."
"Mr. Fang, you're finally back. We were really worried that you would leave …"
…
Fang Yan chuckled as he looked at the 37 students sitting below the stage. He said, "I used to think the same way as all of you. Teachers exist to teach and dispel students' doubts. Teachers stand on the side of the giver … so they deserve the gratitude and respect of their students."
"After experiencing this incident, I know that my thinking was wrong. Thank you, Huang Haoran, thank you for your journalist father's voice of justice. Thank you, Zhu Fang, thank you, Zhu Fang's parents, for sending a thank-you letter … and the other students' support and everything they've done for me. We're not only teachers and students, but also friends who can go through thick and thin together. "
"If we're friends, can I call you by your name?"
"No problem, you can call me Fang Yan," Fang Yan said with a smile. "Respect and affection are not expressed in a title."
"Mr. Fang, what are we learning in this class?"
"That's right, why don't we learn 'Jing Ke Assassinates the King of Qin'? Each of us can act as Jing Ke. "
"I'll act as the King of Qin, and you can come and kill me. You can't kill me … "
…
In the past, the students learned whatever the teachers taught. The teachers taught passively, and the students learned passively. They learned by rote and got bored with each other. After experiencing Fang Yan's' Scene Reenactment Teaching Method ', the students began to take the initiative to learn a certain text.
This was a rather gratifying change. If they could maintain this kind of learning drive, they wouldn't have to worry about their grades.
"We won't learn anything today," Fang Yan said with a smile. "We learned 'Farewell to Cambridge Again' by the Sparrow River in the last class. Can you write an essay 'Farewell to Sparrow Bridge Again' based on that scene? Although you are only in your first year of high school, you will leave Rosefinch one day and enter a higher school to further your studies. Think about it, at that time, when you really had to leave the Vermilion Bird, how would you feel? "
"There's no time limit and no word limit. As long as it's the work that you think you're most satisfied with, you can submit it to me as your homework. Once I've collected all of your works, I'll read them out one by one. Then, we'll vote for the three best works … The best work will be awarded the title of Outstanding Poet in Class 9, and you'll get an extra mark on your language grade. Oh right, he could also use this point to exchange for a leave of absence from his language class. If you don't want to listen to me … "
"We don't want to exchange for leave. Who would be willing to take a leave from Mr. Fang's class? "
"Exactly. If he wanted to take a leave of absence, he should have taken another class. For example, math class. "
"Everyone, you have to vote for me. My work will definitely be a masterpiece …"
…
After joking around for a while, the students began to meditate.
Some of the quick-witted ones had already started writing on the paper with their pens. Most of the students lowered their heads and meditated, searching for the aura called inspiration.
There were even two students who stood up from their seats and paced back and forth in the classroom, but Fang Yan did not bother with them.
Artistic creation should have no restrictions and boundaries.
Fang Yan moved a chair to the back, leaned against the wall, and dozed off.
"It's so comfortable to be a teacher." Fang Yan sighed in his heart. If he were still at home, his father would probably force him to practice Kung Fu again.
He really didn't understand why he kept practicing when he couldn't beat Ye Gentle no matter how much he practiced.
Fang Yan thought that the next time he saw Ye Gentle, he would compete with her in reciting 300 Tang poems … Whoever could recite more would be the winner.
In fact, on the day of the duel when Fang Yan was 18 years old, he also asked Ye Gentle to do the same. Unfortunately, the violent Ye Gentle didn't understand his feelings and beat him until he cried for his parents. She untied his black belt and surrendered, saying that he couldn't do it.
"Blood debt …" Thinking of that embarrassing scene, Fang Yan felt angry. "You must pay with blood."
Next time, I will throw snowballs at her when I see her. I can't do close combat, but I can at least gain some advantage by attacking from a distance, right?
Fang Yan couldn't help laughing when he thought of how he had smashed Ye Gentle's head with a snowball and how she had cried and begged him for mercy …
"Mr. Fang … Mr. Fang … wake up," Huang Haoran shook Fang Yan's arm and shouted.
Fang Yan opened his eyes and found more than a dozen students gathered in front of him. More students looked at him in surprise, as if they were looking at a yellow-skinned ET.
"Why are you all looking at me?" Fang Yan felt that his face was damaged. I just took a nap for a while, how did I fall asleep? "Didn't I ask you to write poems?"
"All of them have been handed in," Huang Haoran pointed at the stack of papers on Fang Yan's chest and said, "It was wet with your saliva."
"What poem, wet or not." Fang Yan grabbed the stack of poems and looked at it. Sure enough, several of them were wet with saliva.
"It's disgusting." This was his first reaction. But after thinking that it was his saliva, it became easier to accept. How can people dislike themselves?
"Let me take a look first," Fang Yan said. "You guys get to your positions."
"Mr. Fang, are you okay?" Huang Haoran asked with concern.
"I closed my eyes to think," Fang Yan said. "I was too tired last night and accidentally fell asleep."
"Mr. Fang has been under too much pressure these past two days …" Huang Haoran explained to the students around him. "Everyone, don't disturb Mr. Fang's rest."
"Understood. Understood. "The students looked as if they understood and quietly dispersed.
Fang Yan was expelled from the school. If this happened to anyone … they probably wouldn't have the mood to accompany a little girl to a bar to drink and sing, right?
"You guys are so good to me." Fang Yan looked at the way they left quietly. His eyes were moist and his heart was sour. "I will also treat you guys as treasures in my hands."
Fang Yan flipped open the poems that the students handed in. He was furious and shouted, "Which idiot wrote a poem without writing his name? Do you think you are Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi? You can tell who you are just by looking at your style? Don't make mistakes easily until you reach that step. "
"…"
…
"Teacher Fang Yan …" Someone shouted at the door.
"Hey." Fang Yan looked up and it turned out to be the school's principal, Zhang Shaofeng, standing at the door of the classroom.
Fang Yan was shocked. A leader like Zhang Shaofeng actually took the initiative to look for him. Could it be that something happened again?
In the past, he couldn't find a horse to flatter. Now that the horse took the initiative to send itself to him, Fang Yan naturally wouldn't miss such a good opportunity.
Fang Yan quickly walked out and said fawningly, "Principal Zhang, are you looking for me?"
Teacher Fang Yan wanted to use his own practical actions to teach his students that a man should be like a little brother, soft and hard at the same time. When soft, it was like a sponge, when hard, it was like a nail.
"Mr. Fang, are you busy?" Zhang Shaofeng asked with a smile. "Are you adapting to Rosefinch?"
"Adapt, very adapt. Rosefinch is a place that you don't want to leave once you come. "Fang Yan said.
"If you don't want to leave, then don't leave. Just take root in Rosefinch and cultivate more outstanding students for our Rosefinch Secondary. "
"Okay, I'll listen to the principal." Fang Yan nodded with incomparable determination. "If the principal doesn't want me to leave, then I won't leave."
Zhang Shaofeng sneered in his heart. I asked you to leave, but you didn't leave either?
"It's like this. I'm sending you a student. "Zhang Shaofeng said.
"A student who can be personally sent by the principal must be a good student." Fang Yan said with a smile. His eyes glanced behind the principal, and there was an instant feeling of amazement.
Fang Yan wasn't a person who hadn't seen a woman. Fang Yan wasn't a man who hadn't seen a beautiful woman.
However, he still firmly believed that there was such a person in the world:
A smile that could shock the immortals, as ethereal as a god. Looking back once, people would be immersed in it for a lifetime.
She wore the same white shirt as other students, but on her body, there was a kind of simple yet elegant feeling. The short blue skirt could only cover her knees, and she didn't wear shoes or socks, revealing a smooth and tender long leg.
Her long hair was simply draped over her shoulders, and the sunlight casually splashed on her body. However, this was not simple, and this casual was not casual either. She didn't have any intention, and she just easily jumped into other people's hearts.
This girl, wasn't she a little too good-looking?
"Yitian, this is Mr. Fang." Zhang Shaofeng turned around and introduced to Qin Yitian.
"Fang Yan." The girl took the initiative to extend her small hand to Fang Yan. "I'm Qin Yitian."
"Yitian, you have to call him Mr. Fang." Zhang Shaofeng reminded.
The girl smiled sweetly and didn't reply.
Zhang Shaofeng didn't force her, and kindly said to Qin Yitian, "Yitian, I'll hand you over to Teacher Fang Yan. If you need anything, just let me know. "
"Okay. Thank you, principal. "Qin Yitian smiled sweetly.
"You have to call him Uncle Zhang." Zhang Shaofeng corrected her seriously. "Okay. Hurry up and go to class. I won't disturb you. "
Zhang Shaofeng looked at Fang Yan and said, "Mr. Fang, I'll leave Qin Yitian to you. She's the treasure of our school, you can't ruin her. "
"Don't worry, principal. I'll definitely treat her … like my own daughter." Fang Yan said. He thought to himself, 'How could I ruin her? I also have moral principles, okay? '
As the saying goes, a teacher for a day, a father for life. Fang Yan said that he would treat Qin Yitian like his own child, but he didn't mean to take advantage of others.
Although he wasn't a person who didn't like to take advantage of others.
"You, you …" Zhang Shaofeng pointed at Fang Yan and left with a smile.
"I'm not your daughter." Qin Yitian pursed her lips and smiled coquettishly.
"I was just using that analogy." Fang Yan explained.
"Then why didn't you use that analogy?" Qin Yitian's beautiful big eyes looked at Fang Yan without blinking. "I have to treat her like my own woman?"
"…" Fang Yan's eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief. Is she … flirting with me?
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