You can't bully me, I was just bullied.
What kind of bullsh * t reason is that?
The classroom was quiet for a moment, then the students became even noisier.
"Teacher, does your mom know you're so cute?"
"So you were just bullied. Who's helping the people get rid of the evil?"
"Wahaha, he's really a monkey hired by Goddess of Mercy to make us happy. Mr. Fang, do you know how to do a somersault? Do a somersault for us. "
…
Fang Yan was not angry. He stood on the podium and smiled as he watched the students make a ruckus at him.
Gradually, the students realized that something was wrong.
Silence was the precursor of a storm. This guy had such a wretched smile as if he had a card up his sleeve. He definitely had a killer move that he hadn't used yet. Some of the smarter students shut their mouths.
One, two, three …
More and more people became silent, and the classroom became quieter.
"What right do you have to be my teacher?" A sudden voice came from the back.
The students turned around and saw that the person who stood up was the muscular man who wore a pair of thick glasses and studied the "Twenty-Four Histories" all day long. Their eyes were filled with excitement.
There's going to be a good show!
Huang Haoran was a smart person, but he didn't stay silent like the other students.
Some things that others didn't say, he would say. Some things that others didn't do, he would do.
Huang Haoran's father was a reporter from the "Hua Xia Metropolis Daily", and his mother was a university professor. Strictly speaking, his family was also a scholarly family.
Huang Haoran's language level was very good, and his writing skills were excellent. Because he was the first in his class during the high school entrance examination, he was appointed as the temporary language class representative of Class 9 when he entered Rosefinch High School.
His dream was to become a reporter who exposed the abuses of the times. Therefore, he was like a sponge absorbing knowledge and nutrition.
However, the school sent them such a language teacher?
"Student, what did you say just now? I didn't hear it clearly. "Fang Yan looked at Huang Haoran and asked aloud.
"I say, what right do you have to be my teacher?" Huang Haoran looked straight into Fang Yan's eyes, not evading at all.
Fang Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled.
He only asked Fang Yan why he was' my 'teacher and not' our 'teacher, which showed that he was quite a proud guy.
In his eyes, the other students were not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as him.
Fang Yan was a little curious about him. He wanted to know what kind of freaks were in this' worrisome 'Class 9.
"I'm curious. What are the requirements to be your teacher?" Fang Yan asked.
Huang Haoran closed the 'Twenty-Four Histories' in his hand and said in a loud and clear voice, "My teacher must be erudite from the past to the present, widely read and memorize, to be familiar with the official history by heart, and to have unofficial history as a model. Rich social experience, understanding of ideas. This kind of person is worthy to be my teacher. "
Huang Haoran stared at Fang Yan unkindly and said sarcastically, "What can you do?"
Provocation!
A naked provocation!
Many students had flames flickering in their eyes, and even more people's mouths were twitching.
Fun, it was really fun.
They were very curious to see how this child teacher would deal with Huang Haoran's challenge.
If he couldn't give a satisfactory answer today, if he couldn't suppress the arrogance of a super scholar like Huang Haoran, then it would be difficult for him to stand in this class in the future.
If a teacher couldn't even deal with his students, who would still respect him?
Fang Yan sighed softly. After his eyes swept across the audience, he said with infinite emotion, "Now that things have come to this, I can't hide it anymore … I've always been a very low-key man. What's the saying again? The bird that sticks out gets shot. I'm not a person who likes to be in the limelight. "
"But, since you insist on an answer, and there should be a harmonious environment for frank communication between teachers and students, I've decided to confess to you …"
Holding their breaths, everyone was looking forward to it.
Fang Yan straightened his back and stood straight on the podium. His gaze was deep, and his eyebrows were raised. He enunciated each word clearly, "I am knowledgeable, knowledgeable, and have a strong memory. I know the official history by heart, and the unofficial history as a mirror. Rich in social experience and well-informed in thinking. I … am the kind of teacher you want. "
"…"
Silence.
Dead silence.
What kind of answer was this?
Was this an answer?
Wasn't this too shameless? How could he say such a thing?
Pfft …
Someone couldn't help laughing.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it." A little Fatso's face was red and he waved his hand to apologize.
This laughter seemed to be a secret signal. After a few seconds, the others also laughed.
"Mr. Fang, don't be so nice, okay? I found that I kind of like you. "
"Teacher Fang, why don't you stop teaching language and teach us how to tell jokes?"
"Really too shameless …"
…
Huang Haoran's expression was extremely embarrassed. Untalented and incompetent, yet arrogant and conceited. Such a teacher... he was completely disappointed.
Pa pa …
Fang Yan knocked on the table with an eraser and shouted, "Quiet. Quiet. Everyone be serious, we're in class … "
So, everyone laughed even more happily.
This guy was too funny!
Fang Yan also grinned and said, "You don't believe me?"
"I don't believe you," all the students answered in unison.
"How can I make you believe me?"
"I'll ask you three questions. As long as you can answer them correctly, you pass." Huang Haoran said aloud. "Don't worry, I won't deliberately make things difficult for you. If you think it's unfair, you can also ask me three questions. "
"Is the scope of the test limited to high school Chinese knowledge?"
Huang Haoran sneered and said, "You only know high school Chinese knowledge?"
"I'm afraid that when I set the questions, the content is beyond high school Chinese knowledge, and you'll say that I'm cheating." Fang Yan said.
"Then let's start." Huang Haoran snorted coldly, "In addition to being an instrument, the bell and drum also refer to time in ancient times. What time does the drum refer to?"
"Night." Fang Yan answered without hesitation.
Huang Haoran was not surprised that Fang Yan could answer this question correctly. This was a common sense question. If one had a broader knowledge, such a question would not be difficult for many people.
"Which historical story does the Swan Goose Sending Letters originate from?"
Fang Yan looked at the students and asked, "Do you know the answer?"
"I don't know. If you know, you won't say it … "
"Teacher, other people's answers don't count. If it counts, it's your loss …"
"Cheating, this is cheating …"
Fang Yan smiled and said, "I asked if you know the answer … I just want to say the answer when you don't know. This way, I can show that I'm better than you and have the qualifications to be your teacher. "
Fang Yan looked at Huang Haoran and said, "This sentence comes from the story 'Su Wu Shepherds Sheep'. 'Book of Han' 54. Several months later, the Zhao Emperor ascended the throne. Several years later, the Xiongnu and Han made peace. The Han sought Wu and the others. The Xiongnu said that Wu died. Later, the Han envoy returned to the Xiongnu. Chang Hui asked the guards to come with him. At night, he met with the Han envoy. The envoy was called Chanyu. He said that the Son of Heaven shot a goose into the forest and obtained it. He said that Wu and the others were in a swamp. After Chanyu heard this, he could only let Su Wu return. Later on, people used the swan goose as a metaphor for letters and the person who delivered them. "
Huang Haoran's expression changed. To be able to say the source of the story in 'Swan Goose Sending Letters' was not too difficult. However, to be able to memorize the original words in the 'Book of Han' word for word was not easy.
Huang Haoran believed that he had read many ancient books. Some of the stories could give him a rough idea of the background and story. However, he could not force himself to memorize the original words like Fang Yan.
"Is this answer correct? Who knows? "
"Is it true? Isn't this too amazing? "
"Who has the 'Book of Han'? Quickly search … If you don't have it, use your phone. Haven't you heard of the saying that if you can't decide on internal affairs, ask Baidu. If you can't decide on external affairs, ask Google. If you can't decide on sex, ask Tianya? "
…
"The answer is correct." Huang Haoran said in a heavy voice. "There's one last question."
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