Huang Haoran wanted to give up at this point.
Once an expert made his move, he would know whether he was good or not.
He deliberately chose two questions that belonged to the field of Chinese but were a little obscure to test Fang Yan. Fang Yan quickly said the answers. Moreover, his answers were far beyond his expectations.
He was clear about such knowledge points, so he should not be unfamiliar with some knowledge that was clearly written in Chinese textbooks.
In this case, as a high school Chinese teacher, he was completely qualified.
Huang Haoran felt surprised in his heart. This teacher was not empty because of his young age. He still read a lot of books. Otherwise, he would not be able to answer the two questions that he set so easily. He even memorized the ancient classics like "Book of Han", which he flinched at the sight of.
If the teacher was great, the students would naturally benefit a lot.
However, Huang Haoran felt extremely sour in his heart. The knowledge of ancient literature that he had always been proud of was suppressed to the point that he could not lift his head. This cruel truth was not what he was willing to accept.
Therefore, he still insisted on asking the third question.
He took off his glasses and carefully wiped them with a yellow cloth.
Huang Haoran did not easily ask the third question because he knew that the young teacher in front of him, who seemed to be almost the same age as him, was not easy to deal with.
He wanted to increase the difficulty of the third question. He wanted to use this third chance to test Fang Yan.
This was a little impulsive and deliberately made things difficult for others. But, he wanted to win. If he won this time, he would win back a little pride and self-esteem.
Fang Yan looked at Huang Haoran. All the students in the ninth class looked at Huang Haoran.
After losing two battles, Huang Haoran definitely wanted to win back a lost city.
The third question was his last chance.
What would he be tested on the third question?
Huang Haoran put on his glasses, held the glasses cloth tightly in his palm, and said softly, "Recite" Laozi 5000 Wen "."
"What?"
Many students did not understand. What was "Laozi 5000 Wen"?
"It's" Tao Te Ching "." A student replied.
Wow …
All the students stared at Huang Haoran as if they were looking at a madman. Wasn't this man too vicious?
Many people weren't familiar with Laozi's Five Thousand Writings, but they more or less had some understanding of Dao De Jing.
Not to mention that the ancient texts were difficult to memorize, just the length of the Tao Te Ching alone was enough to give people a splitting headache.
The name "Laozi's Five Thousand Writings" was already very clear. This essay had more than five thousand words. The current Tao Te Ching was divided into eighty-one chapters, and it clearly had the Taoist ideology of nine out of nine returning to one.
Wasn't it bullying to ask someone to memorize such a long classic article without missing a single word?
"What a bully." A little beauty stood up and said. "Huang Haoran, you can't do that. Even if you want to make things difficult for Mr. Fang, you don't have to resort to such underhanded means, do you? Why don't you let Mr. Fang recite the full text of 'Dream of the Red Chamber'? In that case, you'll definitely win. "
"Exactly. If you let Mr. Fang recite it, can't you recite it for us first? "Another girl echoed.
"Mr. Fang, don't listen to him. You have already won. You are qualified to be our teacher." A third girl stood up.
…
Fang Yan suddenly began to miss home. He missed his beloved parents.
Thank you, Dad, Mom. Thank you for giving me such a beautiful appearance.
It was good to be handsome. Although he couldn't use his face to swipe a credit card at the bank, but … it was easy to gain the support of female students.
As an idol teacher, Fang Yan felt that his life was completely stress-free.
Huang Haoran sneered and said to the girls, "I said it before. If I test him on three questions, he can also test me on three questions. If he finds it difficult, then he can use this question to test me. "
Everyone fell silent.
A bookworm was truly terrifying. He could even recite the complete Tao Te Ching. In this world, what could stop them from advancing?
"Are you sure you want to test me on this question?" Fang Yan looked at Huang Haoran calmly and asked in a gentle voice.
Talented people could always easily gain the respect of others. To be honest, Fang Yan originally had some dissatisfaction with Huang Haoran.
The other students were conquered by his domineering aura and accepted the arrival of a new teacher without a word. Why was he the only one who had a big mouth?
"Why are you my teacher?"
Look at how low the standard of this question was. It made people unhappy when they heard it.
Now, Fang Yan forgave Huang Haoran and even had a good impression of him. As a student who could recite the entire Tao Te Ching, he had the qualifications to be more arrogant.
Profound knowledge of literature, a character with flesh and blood, a personality that wouldn't easily compromise with reality … He had what many students lacked.
If everyone in the ninth class was like Huang Haoran, Fang Yan wouldn't have the face and qualifications to stay as a teacher.
Because of the existence of Huang Haoran, Fang Yan found the value of his trip.
"Not bad." Huang Haoran looked at Fang Yan firmly on the stage. "If you find it difficult … I will recite it word for word."
"Mr. Fang, I call you teacher now … You are qualified to be our teacher. But, this time, I want to win against you. Even if you are a teacher, I still want to win against you. "
"Are you sure you don't want to change the question?" Fang Yan liked his confidence and asked with a smile.
"No." Huang Haoran's attitude was firm. He only answered with one word.
"Well …" Fang Yan stomped a few steps on the podium and said, "This question is too simple. Let's make it more difficult … I will recite Laozi's Five Thousand Writings backwards."
Fang Yan cleared his throat and recited loudly, "Words are not beautiful. Beautiful words are not believed. Those who are good do not argue. Those who argue are not good. Those who know are not knowledgeable. Those who are knowledgeable do not know. Those who are knowledgeable do not accumulate. They think that people are more and more. That there are more and more people. The Way of Heaven is beneficial but not harmful. The Way of Saints does not compete. "
"A small country with few people. Even if there is a weapon, it is not used. Even if the people die again, it is not far away. Even if there is a boat, it is not used. Even if there is an armor, it is not used. Make the people unite and use it. Be willing to eat, wear beautiful clothes, live in peace, enjoy the customs. Look at each other across the country, the chickens and dogs can hear each other, the people do not come in contact until they die. "
…
Fang Yan recited while writing on the blackboard.
Lines of beautiful cursive script flowed out from the bottom of his hand like mercury, creating a wonderful rhythm with his voice.
He recited faster and faster, his hands moved faster and faster, the chalk rubbing against the blackboard made a clicking sound.
The incantation was clear and carried with it an awe-inspiring righteousness, the calligraphy was elegant and smooth, the reciter, the blackboard writer, and the thousand-year-old classic 'Tao Te Ching' merged into one.
He was Li Bai's hundred drinking poems, he was a beautiful youth dancing in the bamboo sea, he was Ji Kang's' Guangling San 'before his execution … Any kind of artistic expression to the extreme could exude a soul-stirring and conquering beauty.
"The Dao can be said, but it is not the Dao. The name can be named, but it is not the name. The nameless beginning of heaven and earth. The name is the mother of all things. Therefore there is no desire to observe its wonders. Often there is desire to observe its wonders. These two come from the same source but have different names, both are mysterious. The mystery of the mystery, the door of all wonders. "
Finally, when he finished reciting the first sentence of the 'Tao Te Ching', the chalk in his hand broke because he used too much force.
The youth's smile was clear and bright, his posture wild. The sunlight outside the window was warm, smearing a layer of gold on his body.
At this moment, he was like a god!
Silence.
Then, all the students stood up.
Clap clap clap …
The applause was like a clap of thunder, the corners of their eyes glistening with tears!
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