Chapter 213

In the auditorium, there were dark crowds, more than 200 students and dozens of faculty members gathered to wait for the formal start of the course.

Today is the day when Fang Yan formally gives the first grade students a big class. According to the schedule of the school's Academic Affairs Office, today's classes are class one, class three, class five, class seven, class nine and class eleven.

The reason why the order is disordered is to make the grades of the students coming to class more even. After all, when Zhuque was recruiting students, they chose the best according to the results of the middle school entrance examination. Naturally, the best students are in class one, the slightly worse ones are in class two, the worse ones are in class three, and so on.

It's not very suitable to give lessons to the best students or the worst students at the same time. Although Fang Yan will treat every student equally, the students in the later classes will surely think that the school or teacher Fang Yan is unfair to them.

In class, Fang Yan has been teaching students that there will be many unfair things in the world. However, he tries his best to pursue the word "fair" in terms of dealing with people.

The students come to class, the teachers come to study or - --- find fault.

High school is different from university. It's normal for professors to teach students big lessons. However, high school pays more attention to small class teaching, and demands more strict on students' enthusiasm for learning and discipline in class.

If the students don't study hard and obey the rules of class, how can they get into the best university? How is it possible to have the best future and future without going to the best university?

However, the school just made such a decision to let Fang Yan give all the students in the first grade a big lesson.

This is undoubtedly a slap on the face of other Chinese teachers. Fang Yan is kuibao. Are they rubbish? In the past teaching, they were always misguided? How does this convince them?

As a result, all the teachers came together. They should see what kind of new knowledge and ideological enlightenment Fang Yan, the "king of teachers" of Zhuque, can bring to the students. If Fang Yan wants to pass the test, he is sorry. They should take this as an opportunity, and both Fang Yan and the senior management of the school should fight back.

The big class is arranged from 7:00 to 9:00 in the evening, two hours. There is a 15 minute break in between.

Now it's over 6:50, but the figure of Fang Yan, the teacher, is still missing.

"It's almost time. Why hasn't teacher Fang Yan come?"

"Haha, I've heard about teacher Fang Yan for a long time. Now we have a chance to be his students. Let's see what surprises he will bring us today - "

" Huang Haoran, has Mr. Fang ever been late for class 9? Would you like to make a phone call? "

Class nine students found that they suddenly became the focus of the crowd and the eye-catching star. If you have any questions, please ask the students of class 9.

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there was a lot of noise in the auditorium, and the students were talking about it, just like the food market.

The last row of the auditorium is very quiet. A dozen Chinese teachers sit side by side and watch the students in front keep a little communication.

Li Xinhua, the Chinese teacher of class three, sat beside Zhang Yu, and looked at Zhang Yu's face and sat there gloomily. He didn't know what he was thinking. He shared his hatred with him and said angrily, "look, is this still class? The classroom is noisy like the vegetable market, and the students can't calm down. How can we have a class later? "

Zhang Yu glanced at Li Xinhua and said, "maybe Mr. Fang has some unique skills?"

Zhang Yu felt that he couldn't raise his head in school since he lost to class 9 in the last competition. Forced by the gambling agreement, he went to the school radio station to read the apology letter that he regarded as a shame of his life, which made him hate each other deeply.

Can ordinary people read that bullshit fluff?

Too much!

It is precisely because of the tragic loss last time that Zhang Yu dare not say too much. Otherwise, you may lose face by yourself.

"Hum. I'd like to see what he can teach the students today. " "If the students are not satisfied, we have to respond to the school - even if Mr. Fang has a close relationship with a school director, he can be a vice principal or a direct principal," said Li Xinshu. If you are a teacher, isn't it a mistake? "

Zhang Yu has also heard about Fang Yan's relationship with school director Lu Chaoge. The truth of the matter can be ignored first, but in his opinion, Fang Yan does have some abilities.

Otherwise, how could his class lose to class nine? You know, this time class one will lose not because class one didn't do well in the exam, but because class nine did well in the exam.

The first class played well this time. Except for Qin Yitian and Tang Cheng, other students still played the best level in all the tests in Zhuque.Zhang Yu doesn't like the character of Fang Yan, but he doesn't think that Fang Yan is a straw bag without real talent and practical learning.

"Wait a little longer." Said Zhang Yu. "It's time."

PA!

The light on the rostrum of the auditorium is on. One lights alone.

Fang Yan came out of the background on time, and followed the lights all the way, just like a bright sun on his head.

A black rosefinch uniform in the mountains, coat buttons did not button up, revealing the snow white shirt inside. The hair is easy to comb and the smile is gentle and charming. At this time, Fang Yan had the elegance of a group of intellectuals. He was elegant and handsome.

Just this appearance caused the students to scream and applaud warmly.

"Miss Fang, you are so handsome."

"Liu Dehua, Mr. Fang, you look like Liu Dehua."

"like Tang Chong, right? Even women can play, Tang Chongcai is handsome -- "

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Li Xinhua curled his lips and sneered," are you coming to class or singing? It's not like a teacher, it's like a third rate singer who makes a fuss. "

Zhang Yu frowned slightly and didn't answer.

Fang Yan put the microphone in his corner and looked at the students under the stage with a smile on his face.

The students looked up at Fang Yan, and their faces were also full of inexplicable smiles.

Even though Fang Yan hasn't begun to lecture, both the teachers and the students who come to the class already think it will be a pleasant night.

They have no pressure to face Fang Yan, the teacher, and no sense of urgency to learn.

It's like a close friend. We just gather together to chat.

"What is Kung Fu?" Fang Yan asked aloud. The microphone spread his voice all over the auditorium.

All of a sudden the audience was silent.

Has the class officially started now? What does this question mean?

They don't come to study Chinese - what does it have to do with Kung Fu?

Until now, the students remember that Fang Yan came here empty handed. He didn't bring the first grade Chinese textbook. As for the teaching plan, the students of class 9 said they had never seen such a thing before.

It has to be said that teacher Fang Yan is really not a diligent teaching staff.

"Does anyone know?" Fang Yan's eyes looked around and asked again, "what is Kung Fu?"

"South boxing and North leg, Shaolin Wudang skill - Kung Fu is our Chinese martial arts."

"Kung Fu can beat people and defend them."

"Zhou Xingshi's movie is Kung Fu."

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seeing that Fang Yan is really asking this question, the students were immediately attracted by hundreds of percent of interest and all kinds of strange answers were thrown out.

At the beginning, there were more than ten answers, and then dozens of answers. In the end, all the students were scrambling for answers and arguing, and the big classroom quarreled again.

Fang Yan reached down, motioned for everyone to be quiet, and said, "there is no wrong answer. Kung Fu is the South fist and the North leg. It's Shaolin Wudang skill. It can beat people and defend them. It's also Zhou Xingshi's movie. Tonight, I'll show you the broad and profound Chinese art world. I want you to know what real Kung Fu is. "

Fang Yan beckoned, and a dozen men in black and short brown with soft knives rushed up. It is Zhang Chen, the Wang Pai coach of brilliant martial arts school next door, who is the leader.

Zhang Chen stood alone in front of him as a sharp knife, and the other students spread out into a beautiful fan.

A man's beautiful and steady voice resounded through the audience.

"It's been a hundred years since I fell asleep. Chinese people are waking up."

ah -

the students are screaming.

For this magnificent scene, for this familiar song.

"Drink -"

Zhang Chen's knife is striking.

"Drink" -- "

a dozen students behind them are chopping with knives at the same time, breaking the sky.

"Open your eyes and watch carefully. Which one would like to be admitted by himself --"

"drink --" Zhang Chen's head pan Dao, 180 degree somersault.

"Ah ------" a dozen students turned knives on their heads at the same time, turning their bodies 180 degrees.

"Open your mouth and shout loudly. This is a place where all the soldiers and bandits from all over the country want to invade and die."

the music is more and more passionate, and the sword array that Zhang Chen led the students of the martial arts school to perform is more and more exciting.

Music is the background of knife array, which makes it more powerful.

The sword array is the body of music, which makes music have uninhibited soul.

The music is desolate and solemn, but it contains endless power.Swords and swords, the sound of men's drinking, and let the world full of hope, let everyone present are full of the confidence to win.

"The Great Wall will never fall, the Yellow River will be surging"