Live broadcast: Ancient people accompany me to make up lessons

The summer vacation is finally coming to an end, and amidst everyone's expectations, the anchor is finally going to class.

As a learning anchor, learning must be broadcast live, but the number of interactions is greatly reduced.

[Xiao Xiaozao greeted the system and asked it to weaken the faces of other people in his live broadcast, so that the cloud viewers would not remember everyone’s appearance even after watching it.

I have no choice but to live broadcast in order to repay my debt. If possible, Xiaoxiao will still protect other people's privacy.

In the eyes of her family, she just had a good summer vacation because she didn't take tutoring classes with everyone because of her injury. Xiaoxiao himself knew that she hadn't gone to class in several years.

She had made all preparations the day before. At six o'clock in the morning, she got up at a familiar time and brought the books and papers she wanted to review. She turned on the live broadcast and went out feeling nostalgic and painful.

I quickly bought breakfast and ate while walking. I looked at each other with the students who were also wearing school uniforms. Regardless of their seniority, everyone was silent as the school started.

High school students walk very fast. They arrived at the school gate in less than twenty minutes. If they worked harder, they could climb to the fifth floor in less than two minutes. ]

People with good family conditions look at the students in the sky who get up before dawn to study, and then think about their unsatisfactory children, they immediately grab a stick, kick open the door and go to do the wake-up call service themselves.

You bastard, your family is so powerful that the food and supplies are not as good as those of future generations. People can resist a lot of temptations and study hard like this. How dare you sleep!

In these time and space, only Kangxi's sons were qualified to stand up and comment.

They sit at their desks at five o'clock every day, get up earlier than chickens every day, and only have six days of rest in total throughout the year. Their lives are worse than those of later generations of high school students.

The time is now 6:40, and the closer you get to the high school, the more people and cars there are. Some students live close by like the anchor, and they can walk. There are also some who ride bicycles or electric cars, and there are also many people who pick them up at home.

Anyway, on the first day, the four-wheelers and two-wheelers at the school gate were jammed.

The headmaster of the academy saw this and twitched his lips. Fortunately, he had already told me when he was setting up the academy that no matter what the family conditions were, he would not allow large-scale transfers.

In later generations, such spacious roads could be so blocked, let alone their small place at the foot of the mountain.

We only went out with the anchor a few times, and we saw students wearing different uniforms on the street and the outside of various schools, but we had never gone inside.

Whether you have read the book or not, everyone is already curious about what it is like inside.

The usually closed door at the school gate was now opened. Uniformed security guards stood on both sides of the door, as well as two middle-aged men who were obviously dignified. They would look twice at every student who came.

At first, no one knew what they were doing. It was not until some students saw them from a distance that they quickly put on their school uniforms and zipped them up.

This is a clothing check.

Colleges with uniforms are fine, but in colleges without uniforms, many private school organizers also feel that all the students are wearing the same clothes, and they look really different in spirit.

You can order these clothes for the students in your own academy.

There is also a spacious slope road inside the school. There is a playground on the left and a track and field on the right. Walk up to reach the teaching building. There are three high school grades, one for each grade.

Continuing further in, there are laboratory buildings, libraries and cafeterias, and further in, there are dormitories for non-day students.

Everyone who has seen the provincial library and bookstore is not very interested in the library in the school, but more interested in the experimental building.

Sitting in a small stall with neat legs, the yamen servant took a bite of noodles and complained: "I don't understand now. It's just running. You can't run anything with two legs. It's okay to run around the school. Why do you have to do it?" Create a dedicated runway for that kind of thing.”

His colleague took a sip of noodle soup and said, "I also want to know. This school only has students in the first, second and third grades of high school. The three buildings should be enough. Why are there so many different buildings? What are they all for?"

Yes, the third grade students stay in their own teaching building, and the teachers also have an administrative building. What are the other places used for?

[Walking to the third floor of the innermost building, Xiaoxiao quickly climbed up to the fifth floor without even taking a breath.

After entering the new class, she looked at the familiar classmates. She said hello to her acquaintances and sat down to get her books.

The whole class knew that she didn't come to the summer tutoring school because she had to go to the hospital out of sheer righteousness. When they saw her, many people gathered around to say hello and care about her health.

The class teacher didn't enjoy the star treatment for long before the head teacher came in.

Teacher Zhang, who teaches mathematics, is quite young. After teaching them this year, he will no longer be the class teacher for fear that his heart will not be able to bear it.

As soon as she walked in, the classroom, which had been lively for a while, suddenly became quiet.

The little classmates gathered around and quickly sat back in their seats. Everyone was looking for things and flipping through books. It was a busy scene. 】

This scene is so familiar that no matter whether it is an ancient student or an ancient teacher, everyone will smile when they see it.

That's right, even though we know that people in later generations have different jobs, seeing such an old lady with the majesty of a class teacher (even though she doesn't look that old), people who are used to men's wives are still a little uncomfortable.

There are single tables and chairs in the classroom, and there are a lot of people there. There are about 50 students in the anchor's class.

In ancient times, the pens, inks, paper and inkstones required for reading took up a lot of space and could not be accommodated on the small tables of later generations. Therefore, regardless of whether it was a government or private school, the number of students that could be taught in a class was limited.

There are too many students and the space is too big, so it is not easy for teachers to teach. Fifty people are all in the same space. Teachers rarely encounter this situation.

In addition to the desks, there are white walls with half ceramic tiles, a matching multimedia podium, and a blackboard. The national flag and motto to encourage learning on the blackboard are all very pleasing to everyone.

It was the iron fence sealed outside the glass window that confused everyone.

Are you afraid that some students will accidentally fall?

[After the morning reading, Teacher Wu picked up the booklet, called the students according to their student numbers, and made sure that all the students were present before leaving with the water cup.

Everyone took the time to go to the toilet and hurried out. Those who were still hungry took the opportunity to eat and wait for the math class that would come directly in the first or second period.

The bell rang again, and under everyone's nervousness, Lao Wu came in with a smile, holding a brand new paper in his hand.

"Attend class."

The monitor took the lead and stood up: "Stand up."

Others immediately stood up and bowed, crying sadly: "Hello, teacher!"

Teacher Wu smiled and replied "Hello, classmates" and began to distribute the papers. 】

Not only the senior high school students on the canopy were wailing, but many Yun students under the canopy were also wailing.

It doesn’t matter that the first class of the school year is math taught by the homeroom teacher, why is it a test paper!

After all, there are only a few people who can keep up with the anchor's math progress during the summer vacation, and can confidently pick up a pen and write questions together. The vast majority of people are busy with their own things.

It is better to leave things like mathematics to talented people to learn, they have slipped away.

Two classes passed, the papers were collected, the math teacher left, and the English teacher came.