Almighty substitute teacher

Chapter 43 We want to learn martial arts from a teacher

"What do you think! Haha!"

Mr. Zhao laughed heartily, and did not look at Yang Zhengdong, who was grimacing. He even walked with a much more domineering pace.

Yang Zhengdong didn't really care, he accompanied Mr. Zhao to the old branch secretary, holding the laptop thicker than a slate, like a child who got a toy, and went back to school to study in a daze.

Early the next morning, Yang Zhengdong got up with two panda eyes, looked at the computer beside him, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

He didn't expect how empty and lonely it would be for him to play until nearly four o'clock on a rudimentary laptop with no internet connection, no games, no music, and no small movies.

As usual, he got up and punched, changed his clothes, and washed. It happened that the milk and eggs of Lao Chen and Widow Qin had been delivered to the school. After Yang Zhengdong thanked him, he waited for the students to start class.

"Hello, Teacher Yang!"

"Hello, Teacher Yang!"

"Teacher Yang……"

One by one, the students took eggs and milk from Yang Zhengdong with a smiling face, and entered the classroom to have breakfast.

Widow Qin walked into the classroom with ease, packed up the bottles that the children had finished drinking, and cleaned up all the egg shells.

Lao Chen was not in a hurry to leave today, he helped clean up, and took away the empty feeding bottle this time along with the last one.

When Mr. Zhao and the others came over, it was almost the end of the free breakfast. They stood nearby with Su Rui and looked at Yang Zhengdong, who was always smiling at the students, and couldn't help nodding in satisfaction.

They all heard about Yang Zhengdong's free breakfast, and they couldn't help admiring this young teacher.

He had heard about it from Tong Yaojia before he came, and he shook his head at the time, thinking that Yang Zhengdong's doing this kind of thing was thankless, and it was useless for teaching.

But seeing the smiling faces of the children and the satisfaction from the heart on their faces, he knew that Yang Zhengdong was just using his own way to fulfill his responsibility as a teacher bit by bit.

Some things are not afraid that no one will understand, nor be afraid that no one will help, let alone what others say, as long as you think it is right, you will stick to it. This may be the way of this teacher Yang’s persistence.

When it was time for class, Yang Zhengdong took out his teaching materials and entered the classroom, wearing a clean shirt, black pants, and a pair of black cloth shoes.

Although it is not a suit and leather shoes, and leather shoes are shiny, they are always clean, and with their tall stature, they are even more impressive.

Such Yang Zhengdong, standing on the three-foot podium, even Su Rui, who had always disliked him, had to say that he was born to be a teacher.

The voice is peaceful but loud, and it is clearly transmitted to every corner of the classroom. The accent is standard, the tone is calm, and the explanation is cadenced.

Talking about the course content, I rarely go to the classroom to read the textbooks, as if the knowledge has long been imprinted in my heart.

The content arrangement of each grade is very precise, and the class is as natural as flowing water. Even Mr. Zhao was surprised. This kind of ability to control the rhythm of the class, like him who has been teaching for 30 years, may not necessarily have this level.

Su Rui was even more stunned. Although she was a graduate student, she also served as a teaching assistant at the school, and she once stood on the podium to give lectures to those college students.

I still remember the first time she came to the podium, she felt weak all over, cold sweat was breaking out on her back, and she could feel her voice trembling.

Even now, she has been at the podium for a year or two, and sometimes she still feels that she can't remember the content of the lesson preparation, and she needs to stop in the middle, either to recall it, or to look through the prepared lesson plans.

But Yang Zhengdong's performance today shocked her deeply. She had seen how careful Yang Zhengdong's lesson preparation was. Every word in the lesson plan was neat and meticulous.

Moreover, there are six grades at the same time, six or seven courses including Chinese and arithmetic, that is, nearly twenty courses need to be prepared every day.

Of course, Yang Zhengdong definitely couldn't prepare so many lessons. Except for Chinese and arithmetic, everything else was common, and there was no need to classify it. Anyway, they all started with a zero foundation.

But it is such a complicated course, Yang Zhengdong hardly needs to turn over the lesson plans when standing on the podium, with a pleasant smile and a loud voice, there is no place for jams or pauses.

Especially the beautifully handcrafted writing on the blackboard, with clear handwriting, neat fonts, and beautiful font shapes. Every line of writing seems to be drawn with a thread. No matter how beautiful it looks, she can't help feeling ashamed of herself.

Although I think her handwriting is not ugly, but when it is written in a line, it is not aligned, like a whip, anyway, one end must go off.

Soon a class was over, Yang Zhengdong greeted Mr. Zhao, and prepared the materials for the next class, there was almost no free time.

Mr. Zhao didn't care either. In the second arithmetic class, he took Su Rui to sit at the back of the classroom, and he was not in a hurry to get some dictionary.

Arithmetic class went smoothly even more. Although Yang Zhengdong practiced job rotation in his previous life, he taught many subjects, but for him, mathematics was taught the most.

There are six grades in one class, and various knowledge points are explained very clearly. Students in the upper grades can listen to the courses in the lower grades to sort out and supplement the knowledge, especially those who are not well mastered, and can quickly master it. For arithmetic The accumulation is also more solid.

The third period was the physical education class. As soon as Yang Zhengdong's radio gymnastics came out, the two of them were stunned immediately, and they couldn't help wondering if Yang Zhengdong was from Blue Star.

Huaxia has this kind of broadcast gymnastics, but when compared with the broadcast gymnastics taught by Yang Zhengdong, it feels... It feels like a soil handle style, which is far less beautiful, practical, and scientific.

Although Mr. Zhao doesn't know much about physical education, nor is he a physical education teacher, he has been in the education industry for a long time, and his ability to appreciate courses is completely reliable.

Not to mention anything else, let's just say that gymnastics are so pleasing to the eye, I don't think anyone in China can find one, and that is scorpion shit—the only one.

Originally thought that Yang Zhengdong was exceptionally talented in teaching the main subjects, but he did not expect to be so proficient in such subjects as physical education.

Then there is nothing to say, just one word - "serve"!
In the fourth quarter of the ideological and moral course, both of them were shocked and a little numb, and they were a little surprised.

The biggest role of this course is to educate primary school students. It can be said with certainty that this is a model course for establishing a correct world outlook, outlook on life, and values.

Mr. Zhao is wondering why China has a population of one billion. During the decades of modern education, no one has thought that children also need ideological and moral education. At this age, we should pay more attention to the world outlook, outlook on life, and values. nourish.

At noon, the two of them were absent-minded about eating, and wanted to discuss with Yang Zhengdong, but they didn't know where to start asking. Seeing this, Yang Zhengdong kept silent to save some explanation.

After the afternoon class, Mr. and Mrs. Zhao didn't even have the energy to ask, and they were so shocked.

They never expected that the elementary school in this poor mountain valley would offer English classes lively and lively, and it seemed that the children were well received.

You must know that even in the capital, English classes are only taught in junior high schools. As an international language that has replaced Chinese for 200 years, the importance of English is self-evident.

In the senior high school entrance examination and college entrance examination, it is one of the three main subjects like Chinese and arithmetic. Some good colleges and universities must achieve certain English scores, and then other scores must also meet the standards before they can be admitted.

In the music class, Yang Zhengdong's singing voice is not inferior to that of top singers, and there is also a very nice English nursery rhyme called "ABCSong".

Coupled with this English class, it complements and promotes each other very well, especially the children like it very much. Although they may not know the 26 letters after one class, they basically learned to sing the songs.

When I saw the alphabet again, I could read the letters just by this song, that is to say, after learning the song, I learned the letters at least several times faster.

Now Mr. Zhao didn't know what to say. He suddenly remembered the word "monster" he said yesterday, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

This word is really vivid when it is applied to Yang Zhengdong, he is a monster, but he hopes that there will be more and more monsters like this, so that China's education will get better and better.

Su Rui kept recording. In Yang Zhengdong's class schedule, she seemed to understand something, but she didn't seem to understand anything, but she felt that if she wrote these down, she would be able to figure it out one day.

The development of modern education on Earth in the previous life has gone through more than a hundred years. Countless people have explored the road through twists and turns, and borrowed advanced experience from abroad to form a more and more perfect system. Compared with Huaxia here, it is at least 30 years ahead , Naturally, the two couldn't understand for a while.

The make-up class in the afternoon continued as usual, Mr. Zhao and Su Rui also listened obediently like students, and their understanding of Yang Zhengdong's set of "simulation real questions" was also a step closer.

In the evening, Mr. Zhao, like a primary school student, pointed out the things he didn't understand in the day's course, and asked Yang Zhengdong for his curriculum and teaching ideas. Yang Zhengdong had no choice but to explain it to them.

After coaxing the two of them back, seeing that it was nearly ten o'clock, I couldn't help but smile wryly. I had to stay up all night to prepare lessons again.

For the next two or three days, Elder Zhao and Su Rui would go to attend classes every day, and Uncle Wu would drag vegetables to the village to sell every day, and would spend some money with Yang Zhengdong when he came back.Basically, there are two or three hundred a day, and they all praise Chen Meng.

After school on Thursday, Yang Zhengdong gave tutoring to the children as usual, Mr. Zhao and Su Rui were still sorting out the dictionary, and Wang Xiaoru was always looking down at the book. It was such a peaceful time.

There was a sound of car bells, and it was Uncle Wu's vegetable seller's car coming back, but Yang Zhengdong felt that more than one car came in from the sound.

"Zhengdong, I'm back!"

Uncle Wu's voice came from the door.

Yang Zhengdong arranged for a few children to do the problem, except for the door of the classroom, he did not expect that besides Uncle Wu, there was a big face, a long-haired pimple, and a small crew cut looking at him with a fawning expression.

"Dafang... No, Chen Meng, right? Why are you here?"

Yang Zhengdong almost blurted out, calling Da Fanglian the name he had in mind, but he quickly changed his words after feeling wrong.

"Well, I'm taking the liberty, Mr. Yang, I...we want to come here to worship you as our teacher, and learn...to learn martial arts! I beg the master to accept us!"

Da Fangyan tugged the other two people beside him with his hands, and the three watched Yang Zhengdong kneel on the ground with a plop.

When Yang Zhengdong heard the sound of "cracking", the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily.

What kind of fool is this, why don't you kneel down again without looking at it, don't know who the hell knelt on the rock?

(End of this chapter)