my return to life

This sudden incident caught him off guard, so he could only temporarily follow the previous procedure.

There should have been some foreshadowing before this, but Li Donghong omitted it.

Because it was too late.

Originally, according to the procedure, Li Xue, the class monitor, should have raised his hand to answer the question, but under Li Donghong's hopeful eyes, no one in the classroom raised his hand.

Li Donghong was embarrassed all of a sudden.

Not only him, but the group of 'uninvited guests' including the principal of No. [-] Middle School were also embarrassed.

At this time, the principal of No. [-] Middle School really wanted to talk.

It was a good cutscene. At noon, everyone pushed the cups and changed the cups. Hello, me, hello, everyone.

As a result, after the meal, the inspecting leaders were not polite at all, saying that they would randomly observe the teaching situation of the third grade.

As a last resort, the principal brought them to Class 174...

The slightest smile on Li Donghong's face restrained, she looked down the stage, wanted to lose her temper but couldn't, so she said sullenly: "Since no one takes the initiative, then I will call the roll."

Finally, Li Donghong's eyes stopped on Fang Niantou, who had the best Chinese performance in class 174.

"Fang Nian, please answer."

Li Donghong can only pin her hopes on Fang Nian.

The previous preparations will not be used for a while.

If it is a serious open class, the teacher will arrange whoever raises his hand and whoever answers.

Now it's a temporary random audition, but they are all leaders...

At this time, Fang Nian was in a weird mood. He didn't expect that Li Donghong would put his hopes on him, because he had never taken a Chinese class.

Li Donghong should know it well.

Heart said: "Fortunately, I have watched the video explanation of the old professor before, so I dare to borrow it..."

Fang Nian stood up, with a smile on his face, and said calmly: "The "Jiangjinjiu" will have two pronunciations in ancient times. This is a persuasive song."

"We all know that Li Bai not only knows how to drink, but also persuades him to drink."

"He can make poems out of persuading wine. Let's see how he persuades. He said that if you don't see the Yellow River, it will flow to the sea and never return; if you don't see the mirror in the high hall, your white hair will look like green silk Twilight becomes snow."

"Use two parallel sentences at the beginning of writing..."

"These two sentences mean that the river will not flow backwards, and the time will never return once it is gone. If you don't drink it, it will be too late!"

"..."

"The last two sentences are still persuasive. After three glasses of wine, I started to get excited, saying drink, drink, I have plenty of money, everyone here just drink."

"..."

"And Li Bai is very confident. Look at it, cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."

"...The word "meeting" in the Tang Dynasty meant that it was necessary. He said that all of you present, if you don't drink, you don't drink. You have to drink as much as you want, three hundred cups!"

"As soon as I opened my mouth, I scared others and put down the cups."

"So Li Bai began to roll the roll, saying, Mr. Cen, Dan Qiusheng, please drink, don't stop the cup."

"..."

"Finally, Li Bai said again, son, go and exchange my five-flowered horse for wine..."

"We can see that this is a poem about drinking, the atmosphere is rushing, and it is as vast as the Yangtze River and the Yellow River!"

At first, after hearing what Fang Nian said about drinking, Li Donghong originally wanted to stop, but after listening to it, she found it exciting, so she didn't stop.

When Fang Nian finished speaking, there was immediate applause in the classroom.

Not only the students, but even the leaders who came to observe, including the principal of the No. [-] Middle School, clapped their hands. Although their faces were still serious, they were obviously relaxed.

"Good job!" said the Headmaster.

Then a group of people left class 174.

The headmaster's voice came from far away, saying that this is the No.1 of our No. [-] middle school...

...In short, it will not be the parties who are happy.

Fang Nian didn't think it was a big deal, but the students in Class 174 thought it was great.

Can't wait to spread it all over the world.

As a result, many people came to harass Fang Nian, but fortunately, the enthusiasm of the teenagers was not too high...

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Don't ask for a broken bowl.

Chapter 95 Participation, Disturbing Dreams

Listen to the compliments from the students around you.

Fang Nian showed a quiet smile.

When he was given hope, Fang Nian thought briefly, and finally chose this unconventional way of answering.

He can sum up the meaning of the poem.

You can also stand on the shoulders of giants and say this poem in another way.

Hearing the compliments, Fang Nian thought to himself, "Probably, this way of participating in my youth is also very good."

"Fang Nian, grab it!"

"Master!"

"After listening to Fang Nian's explanation, I can recite this poem."

"What the hell is this?"

"Old Fang insists on being foreign."

"..."

Liu Yang, who had heard Fang Nian's commentary on ancient poems, and a few female classmates chattered about 'Fang Nian is amazing', 'You don't know', 'I tell you'...

Fang Nian agreed with a few words.

After all, it is not a bad thing, and it is not in vain for him to dry up his mouth.

Before the last time he caught a cold, Fang Nian didn't care what others thought of him.

After that, if there is a chance, he still hopes to bring some positive guiding attributes.

After all, the people who look up and look down are all students who are about to take the college entrance examination. If someone can be positively affected, that is also a trace of youth coming back, isn't it?

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Saturday morning.

It was dawn, and a good biological clock woke up Fang Nian.

He got up from the bed, put on his clothes, and went downstairs to exercise in the misty morning.

Foggy frost, according to word of mouth, should continue the bright sun again.

Consciously ran a small three kilometers.

With the accumulated exercise and the improvement of physical fitness, Fang Nian is also consciously extending his morning running distance.

Whether it is to make money or to make up for regrets, what Fang Nian has never forgotten is to exercise.

Especially after catching a cold, he pays more attention to self-cultivation and health preservation.

"Today is indeed a sunny day."

After six o'clock, the sun rose to dispel the fog and frost.

After returning to 502, Fang Nian sat in front of the computer after washing up, opened the file, and rubbed his hands together: "The last twelve chapters, I finished this book in one go today!"

As he spoke, there was a crackling sound of typing on the keyboard.

The story of "I Want to Be Rich" has come to an end under Fang Nian's pen.

Although this is a copy of a work I once wrote, the experience and rebirth experience, etc., make the expression of this story more complete;

The general theme of the story is similar, but there are many differences in expression.

The ending is naturally very different from the past.

Especially in the chapters at the end, Fang Nian spent more pen and ink to comprehensively describe the characters in the book.

Express the life direction of each month with different modification techniques.

In the final ending chapter, Fang Nian will also add divergent thinking about "life" in this life.

"Huh~ Shunna."

Before seven o'clock, Fang Nian finished two chapters with a total of [-] words.

It was written almost in one go.

With the current input method, even if you use Wubi, the efficiency can reach this level, which is already very peak...

Put on your shoes, and walked to 501 with a 'da da'.

"Sister He, it must be cold today."

Fang Nian walked into the restaurant, took the bowls and plates with ease, and joked with a smile on his lips.

Guan Qiuhe snorted coldly and ignored Fang Nian.

Both ate faster.

After cleaning up the dishes quickly, Fang Nian sat on the single sofa, watched the morning news on TV, and walked in a hurry.

Seeing this, Guan Qiuhe, who was holding a teacup, showed doubts: "Why don't you go to class?"

Fang Nian said casually, "It's still early."

Guan Qiuhe said calmly: "Don't worry, you'll be late in a while."

Fang Nian didn't return and said, "It's okay, just watch the news."

Guan Qiuhe raised her eyebrows, and there was a trace of anxiety in her eyes: "It's better to go to school earlier!"

Looking back at Guan Qiuhe, who was huddled on the sofa and looked lazy, and was still wearing loose home clothes, Fang Nian's expression moved, feeling amused, so he said deliberately.

"I just happened to come across the morning news of CCTV, I have to watch it, so I don't have to look for news everywhere."

Guan Qiuhe put down the teacup, her expression became more anxious: "Didn't you never watch it before?"

"There must be a sense of time!"

His tone was a little hasty.

This time Fang Nian could see that Guan Qiuhe's expression clearly wanted to sleep back.

Although she gets up at five o'clock on weekdays for morning jogs, but on Saturdays and Sundays in the winter season, she will miss the warmth of the bed.

If it wasn't for being hungry, Guan Qiuhe wouldn't want to get up and make breakfast.

This has nothing to do with Fang Nian. When eating, Fang Nian is just a tool, a meal companion.

Seeing that Guan Qiuhe was in a hurry, Fang Nian smiled amusedly: "Sister He, you..."

"Do you want to go back to sleep?"

"It's okay. I'll leave after finishing the morning news. I won't disturb you."

Guan Qiuhe gritted her molars tightly, and snorted heavily, with a look of hatred: "You little bastard, you did it on purpose!"

"Okay, I won't sleep anymore, you wait for my mother!"

Fang Nian got up from his side and said solemnly: "Ah, you sleep, you sleep, I can't go."

Originally, Fang Nian just wanted to play a small joke with Guan Qiuhe, and didn't want to disturb people's dreams. He crawled tentatively on the verge of death, and then slipped away.