Conan's villains

The warm sunshine penetrates the thick clouds and pours down on the campus full of knowledge.

Under the shade of the trees, small wild flowers of various colors are full of vitality, greedily enjoying the sun bath. On the cobblestone path, male and female students in school uniforms walk on it, with youthful smiles on their faces, just like flowers blooming in the flowerbed.

"Ding-a-ling……"

The bell for class rang at this time, and the students couldn't help but quicken their pace.

In Class B of the second year of Teitan High School, dozens of students sat upright, looking in the direction of the classroom door, quietly waiting for the teacher to arrive.

Lu Ming walked quickly in the corridor of the classroom. He was wearing a set of casual clothes, clean and refreshing, with a few textbooks under his armpits, and wearing plain glasses, which added a bit of elegance to him.

After looking at the class sign hanging on the wall and making sure that he had not walked into the wrong classroom, Lu Ming took a deep breath, smiled, and walked into the classroom.

"Wow, so handsome."

Looking at the new teacher standing on the podium, scanning the students below, Yuanzi turned around quietly and whispered to Xiaolan who was sitting behind her:"I thought it would be an old professor with white hair, but it turned out to be a young handsome guy. Lucky, he is really my type."

"Yuanzi, the teacher is looking at you.

Seeing her best friend's excitement, Xiaolan sighed softly and reminded her softly.

""Huh?"

Yuanzi turned back cautiously and saw Lu Ming's eyes fixed on her. She smiled awkwardly and quickly sat up straight.

Lu Ming then withdrew his gaze, took out a piece of chalk from the chalk box on the podium, turned around and quickly wrote his name Huaxia on the blackboard.

"Hello, students. I am your Chinese teacher. My name is Lu Ming."Facing the students again, Lu Ming introduced himself slowly:"I am from China, so my Chinese and Chinese history are absolutely authentic. You don't need to doubt this."

There was a knowing laugh from the audience.

"Before the class officially starts, I want to say two things."Lu Ming raised two fingers:"First, although there are only two Chinese classes per week, the teacher's assistant, that is, the class representative, is still indispensable. Hmm, which student is willing to take on this position?"

"Teacher, I am willing to do it."

As soon as the voice fell, Sonoko quickly stood up from her seat, looked at Lu Ming and said:"Teacher, my name is Suzuki Sonoko. To be honest, I have always been very interested in China, and I have a certain understanding of Chinese history. If the teacher is willing to give me a chance, I will definitely not let the teacher down."

Xiaolan, who was sitting behind Sonoko, blushed a little. What Sonoko said was true except for her name, and the rest was simply lies.

Fortunately, Lu Ming didn't care about these. Seeing that Sonoko was willing to take the position, he nodded:"Okay, then I'll trouble classmate Suzuki in the future. If there is anything in the future, I will inform you in advance. After class, let's exchange contact information."

""Okay, teacher."

Yuanzi nodded excitedly.

"The second thing is the content of the class."Lu Ming picked up the textbook on the podium:"I flipped through the textbook last night and found the content inside to be boring and tasteless, and there were many errors. I thought that since Chinese is not a major course, there is no need to teach according to the textbook one by one, so I decided to put aside the textbook and let me decide what content to teach in the future."

The students below looked at each other. This was the first time they had met such a teacher.

Lu Ming didn't care whether the students would have objections or whether they would be dissatisfied with him. In this classroom, in his Chinese class, he was the master who had the final say.

Under the gaze of the students, Lu Ming threw the textbook aside, and then smiled at the students below:"Before starting our class today, I would like to ask the students a question. What do you most want to experience at your age?"

"Travel." A student immediately said.

Lu Ming nodded:"What else?"

"Bungee Jumping"

"parachute"

"Love."

Someone shouted, and the whole class burst into laughter.

Lu Ming clapped his hands, and the laughter stopped.

Very satisfied with the students' discipline, Lu Ming said:"Love is an eternal theme, romantic and warm. Love at your age is ignorant and yearning. Although it is not recommended that you get love at this time, you have to admit that love in school days is the purest and most flawless. Therefore, the theme of our class is called love."

The students were stunned. No one expected that this teacher would really start racing.’

"Love knows no boundaries. Thousands of years ago in ancient China, many literati expressed their longing for love."The reeds are lush and green, and the white dew turns to frost. Where is the one I love? On the other side of the river." Lu Ming wrote these sixteen words on the blackboard:"The meaning of these sentences is that the reeds are lush and green by the river, and the dew in late autumn turns to white frost. Where is the one I love? On the other side of the river."……"

……

Ding-a-ling.

As the bell rang, Lu Ming put down his chalk and said with a smile,"Let's end this class here. Let's end the class." The students woke up as if from a dream and looked at each other in bewilderment. The class was just over? It felt like only five minutes had passed.

They were so addicted, just because they were too obsessed.

Lu Ming used the name of love to instill poetry into the students' heads bit by bit. The students were interested and naturally learned quickly.

Even if they had no foundation in Chinese, it did not hinder their love and understanding of poetry.

"Teacher."

A student stood up and said,"What do you think love should be like? Is it a passionate love without regard for the consequences, or a life of peace and tranquility with each other until old age?"

Lu Ming smiled and said,"We will discuss this question in the next class."

Immediately, a sigh of regret was heard from the audience.

"Suzuki-san."

Lu Ming waved to Yuanzi.

"Teacher Lu Ming."

Yuanzi walked up to Lu Ming happily and looked at him with admiration. After one class, her impression of Lu Ming was raised to a higher level.

Lu Ming naturally didn't understand what Yuanzi was thinking. Even if he knew, he just smiled indifferently. He said to Yuanzi,"This is my cell phone number. You can contact me anytime if you have any questions."