As a moral teacher, Fang Yan would never fall in love with his students.
However, whether he fell in love or not was one thing, and whether or not he had a female student pursuing him was another.
Just like how many female stars in the entertainment industry said to reporters, "I don't want people to call me a vase. Please pay more attention to my acting skills." But did they think about the feelings of those women who had worked diligently for decades and never had anyone call them vases?
Did they think about it?
Yes, that was Fang Yan's mentality.
Before he became a teacher at Rosefinch Secondary, he had imagined such a beautiful scene: beautiful girls in white shirts and blue skirts were like roses that had just bloomed in the morning, fragrant and charming, shyly stuffing a passionate love letter into his teaching materials, or calling his name on the tree-lined path on the campus after school, and then giving him a cup of warm tea …
He had already decided that he wouldn't tear up those love letters because it was very impolite behavior, and it would hurt the students' self-esteem. He would also drink the tea, and even accept the thermos cup that was used to make the tea.
However, he would refuse them, refuse their love and love, and refuse to derail their feelings.
"I am a good man, and you are a good girl. We will not have a good ending if we are together." Fang Yan said to them in the most gentle tone in the world. "Because, I am your … no, your teacher."
Yes, he had imagined such a scene. With his idol face and powerful acting skills, how could those young girls not be fascinated by him?
This day really came, a little earlier than he had expected.
"Is that also a metaphor?" Fang Yan laughed. If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. If the enemy moves, I won't move. First, find out the real purpose of this girl. Didn't Zhang Wuji's mother say to be careful of women? The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to cheat.
As a young virgin, Fang Yan was very worried that he would be cheated by a beautiful girl.
If they cheated him of his body, how could he go out and meet people in the future?
"I'm serious." Qin Yitian blinked his eyes and said innocently.
"You …" Fang Yan felt that she really wanted to lie to him. "I am your teacher. You have to respect me."
"I know." Qin Yitian nodded. "That's why I want to put you in the most important position in my heart."
"…"
"Fang Yan, according to past practice, shouldn't you be introducing new classmates to your classmates?"
"Call him Mr. Fang."
"Okay, Fang Yan."
"…" Fang Yan was very stubborn, but the other party was even more persistent than him.
Standing on the podium, Fang Yan said to everyone with a smile, "Let's welcome our new classmate, Qin Yitian, with a warm round of applause."
No one spoke.
No one applauded.
However, the boys' faces were flushed, and they had an excited expression on their faces. Even Huang Haoran, who was usually the calmest, was full of excitement. He looked at Qin Yitian standing on the front stage with burning eyes.
"Something is wrong." Fang Yan frowned. He smelled the restlessness in the air. What did these guys want to do?
Qin Yitian walked to the podium, glanced at the audience, chuckled and said, "I know you all know me. I am Qin Yitian."
Clatter …
The applause was like thunder.
Qin Yitian!
Qin Yitian!
Qin Yitian!
…
Whether boys or girls, they shouted Qin Yitian's name enthusiastically. Fanatical fans were like this when they saw their idol.
"What's going on?" Fang Yan felt very hurt. When he introduced himself, no one applauded. But when Qin Yitian stood on the stage and said something, they became crazy like this?
Qin Yitian raised his hand, and the applause and shouting stopped immediately.
"Mr. Fang, can I sit in the first row?" Qin Yitian asked.
"I can't," Fang Yan refused without hesitation. "There are already students sitting in the first row. Now there are only empty seats in the last row. You can sit there. "
"Teacher, I am willing to change seats with Qin Yitian." A boy in the first row stood up and said.
"Teacher, I am also willing …"
"Teacher, let me change …"
…
Not only the boys wanted to change seats with Qin Yitian, but also the girls stood up, which made Fang Yan puzzled.
Shouldn't the same sex repel each other?
"The seat one sits in has nothing to do with age, nationality, gender, or appearance." Fang Yan said righteously. If you sit in the first row, will the students look at you or me in class? "Qin Yitian, you must give a reason that can convince everyone."
"I want to be closer to you and see you more clearly." Qin Yitian looked at Fang Yan and giggled.
"…" Fang Yan's face also turned red.
To be honest, Mr. Fang Yan was really embarrassed to be teased by a girl in front of so many students.
Moreover, he was a shy and introverted boy who would blush when talking to girls.
Fang Yan didn't answer, but the students' emotions were ignited by Qin Yitian's answer.
"Qin Yitian, good job, we support you …"
"No wonder you are our Goddess Rosefinch. Even the way you pick up men is so powerful and domineering …"
"Qin Yitian, you are so great, I like you …"
…
Fang Yan pointed to the back of the classroom and said, "Qin Yitian, this reason can't convince me, nor can it convince everyone … In the last row, there is a seat for you there."
Qin Yitian smiled and said, "One day, you will be willing to let me sit in the first row …"
After saying that, she turned and walked to the back of the classroom. Her long hair flew in the wind, as if her whole body was covered with a layer of golden light.
Wherever she went, the gazes of the students followed her.
This was like a superstar suddenly coming back to experience campus life. This was how the students chased after her.
Fang Yan felt a little sour in his heart. What's wrong with these guys? They looked at me with such fanaticism before … Apart from her good looks, what knowledge can she bring to them?
Fang Yan stood on the podium and said, "Student Qin Yitian has just arrived. Let me reintroduce the content of this class. A few days ago, I brought everyone to Sparrow River to learn the poem 'Farewell to Cambridge Bridge Again'. In the last lesson, I had everyone write a poem 'Farewell to Sparrow Bridge Again' based on the situation … Everyone here, including myself, will leave Vermilion Bird. There will be a day like that. When you leave Rosefinch, what will your mood be like? Of course, you can write about parting feelings, teacher and student relationships, or love … "
"Now, I am holding their works in my hand. I will read them out one by one, and in the end, everyone will rate them. The three poems with the highest scores will be given one point to the authors. Student Qin Yitian has just arrived, so he doesn't need to participate in this evaluation. "
After saying that, Fang Yan began to read the poem.
In the past, students only learned poetry. Who would have thought that they would write poems?
Therefore, the poems written by many students were really boring and dry to the extreme.
For example, a student named Ye Xiaoyu wrote "Farewell to Sparrow Bridge Again": Sparrow Bridge, I'm leaving. Sparrow Bridge, I'll be back. When you look at my eyes, do you know how deep my love for you is in my heart?
What was even better was: Sparrow. Bridge. Sparrow Bridge. The reason why Sparrow Bridge was called Sparrow Bridge was that it looked like a bird.
Of course, there was no lack of good works. For example, Huang Haoran, who had a deep foundation in ancient literature, used classical Chinese to write a poem about parting from school and Sparrow Bridge. The words were gorgeous, and the feelings were deep. It was well received by everyone.
Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao, and Li Yang did not come to class. When Fang Yan read to number 40, Zhu Fang had finished reciting all the poems.
"Okay, now everyone can start to grade." Fang Yan said with a smile. "Find a piece of paper and write down the three poems that you think are the best. The one with the most votes will be the excellent poet of our class 9. "
"Wait." Qin Yitian stood up from the back.
"Qin Yitian, what's the matter?"
"Teacher, I also wrote a few poems. Can you help me take a look?"
"How many?"
"A few. I have more time. "
"…"
Fang Yan walked to the back of the classroom and took a stack of paper from Qin Yitian. He looked at the poems written in beautiful font and asked, "Did you just write this?"
"Yes." Qin Yitian said. "I didn't bring my bag. I borrowed the pen and paper from Hou Xiaolong."
A boy sitting next to Qin Yitian smiled honestly, silently proving the authenticity of what Qin Yitian said.
"Poems must have feelings …"
"I have feelings." Qin Yitian said. "You took them to Sparrow River to learn 'Farewell to Cambridge Again'. I stood on the shore and admired it."
No wonder she could write a poem in such a short time. She was one of the spectators of 'Farewell to Sparrow Bridge Again'.
Thinking back to the bustling scene of people surging on both sides of Sparrow River, mixed with beauties that he didn't notice, Fang Yan felt a sense of heroism.
"You want to participate in the selection too?"
"Since I've written it …" Qin Yitian said indifferently. "Then enjoy the same treatment as the other students."
Fang Yan turned to the podium and said, "The new student, Qin Yitian, also wrote … wrote three poems. Let's all enjoy it together. "
Fang Yan cleared his throat and began to read:
You said the light of the drizzle, the distant view of the Sparrow Bridge
Then you gently embraced the wind, the deep cover of the rainbow-colored dress
You said the radiance of spring, the green sleeves and the red fragrance
Then you closed the West Tower inside, standing quietly beside you
Fang Yan looked at the back of the classroom in surprise and saw Qin Yitian looking at him with a proud face.
Clearly, she was very confident in her work.
To be honest, Fang Yan wasn't confident that he could write such a beautiful sentence in such a short time. It didn't seem like the writing of a high school student. It was more like the feelings of a woman with countless emotional experiences.
How did she do it?
"You said the gentle breeze blew, I lay drunk and pondered
Then I closed the doors and windows tightly, the tents filled with sorrow
You said the tenderness of love, how can we forget each other
Yet my eyes turned slightly, they turned to frost "
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