Plural Apostles

Kiyana said bluntly: "My dad."

Suddenly there were rustling discussions in the classroom.

Firstly, the students who raised their hands to answer all gave examples of well-known celebrities, or characters portrayed in classics. As for the father that Kiyana mentioned, who knows who that is, secondly, now here They are all freshmen in high school, and they have learned how to make up compositions such as "Mom sent me to the hospital" and "Dad gave me an umbrella" to reflect family affection, gratitude and filial piety.

Have any of these things happened?It may have happened, but most people can't remember it, and students of this age happen to be somewhat rebellious. They will definitely not feel so much about being forced to go to school and working hard to get good grades Comfortable, during normal discussions, occasionally talking about each other's parents is definitely not a comparison, but a complaint about the nature of the comparison.

What if your parents enrolled you in a cram school, my parents enrolled me in two!If you want to die or something...

What are you, as soon as I get home, my parents will talk about how my grades are, how I learned today, and go to do my homework, it's really annoying...

This transfer student is really pretending.

Siegfried summed up their judgments from the students' rustling discussions in an instant, and he didn't feel anything wrong with it. This situation is a common phenomenon caused by various influences, not individual students. Happening.

The most important thing now is not to affect Qiyana's integration into the class because of this subconscious perception.

Siegfried smiled and asked, "Then Kiyana, why do you think your father is a hero?"

Kiyana said as a matter of course: "Because that's my dad."

Because that's an asshole~

"The relationship between relatives is not just what a hero can summarize. There are worries, dislikes, and favorites..." Siegfried asked again, "Is there anything about your father that you dislike? ?”

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

Qiyana said against her will: "No, I think my dad is the most perfect person!"

Siegfried's expression was subtle for a while, then he nodded and said with a smile: "Then, student Qiyana, you have a very happy family, please sit down."

Kiyana sat down happily, feeling triumphant again.

"Actually, teacher, I really hate my parents. When I was young, I also thought that you were forced to learn this and that. Your parents would always say that it was for your own good. In fact, the day when the benefits really came was a long, long time later. matter."

Siegfried smiled: "Everyone should spend more time complaining about their parents when they are young. There will be no such opportunities in the future."

"Well... I accidentally said too much. Now that we are back in class, everyone has their own views on heroes, right? If you look at it from a higher perspective, what is a hero? It doesn't just refer to a certain person or someone. not a role, but a virtue that one possesses in oneself."

"Unjust resistance, arrogance to make troubles in heaven, tolerant attitude towards others, etc., when you see these outstanding things in anyone, you can call him a hero."

"Now open the first chapter of this book - "Qinyuanchun·Changsha"..."

Chapter 790 IX Go To Office To Sleep

"Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River goes north, at the head of Juzizhou. Seeing the mountains are all red, the forests are all dyed, and hundreds of boats are fighting for the flow... The scene in the upper column of this poem should be standing on a high place. Du Fu once said that he would be Ling Absolutely, you can see all the mountains and small ones. You should have talked about the linear propagation of light in your physics class, right? Because light travels in a straight line, the higher we stand, the more things we see, and the vast ones are only so small.”

"The ancients did not understand the straight-line propagation of light, but they knew how to stand tall and see far. Not only did they stand tall physically, but they also stood tall with their hearts. Du Fu's poem did not only refer to a physical phenomenon. The heart is at a high place, and the heroic spirit Suddenly, the world is just a matter of sight, and there is also a mental state in it."

Siegfried pressed the controller in his hand, and the next slide was played, which was a picture, like the scenery depicted in a poem. He was walking slowly in the classroom, speaking loudly, with no Take the book: "Although it is a description of the scene, it is also lyrical, a kind of heroic feeling, so when reading this poem, you must have a sense of pride in your chest, even if it is dry howling, it is better than reading it in pieces..."

Walking through the empty path between the desks, Siegfried, who was giving a lecture, frowned slightly. He glanced at the seats of Hill and Kiyana, and Kiyana was already lying on the table. Going to class, Hill was obviously listening to the class seriously, noticing Siegfried's gaze, the little girl smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Independent cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River goes north, Juzizhou head. The time is in the cold autumn, and the character is himself. Looking at the Xiangjiang River going north, it can be seen from a high place. At this time, there is a sense of bleakness, just like a poet mourning the spring and autumn. Jiangshui, once gone, will never return, but following a few words of scenery will dilute the feeling of bleakness..."

Siegfried was walking slowly, and he noticed that some students who were distracted noticed Qiyana who was sleeping: "Look at the mountains are all red, the forests are all dyed, and hundreds of boats are fighting. Eagles hit the sky, fish fly shallow At the bottom, all kinds of frost compete for freedom. The momentum suddenly turns from sad to majestic, and the scenery of the land is unobstructed. The flow of everything in the world is orderly and melancholy. Ask the vast land, who is in charge of the ups and downs? At this time, the mood turns from prosperity to decline, facing the world Human beings are so insignificant and powerless, it seems that they can only ask the world, who is leading the ups and downs of all things..."

The students subconsciously looked at the desk next to Siegfried, as well as Qiyana, who was lying on the desk, sleeping soundly and looking very comfortable.

Siegfried temporarily stopped his lecture, stretched out his hand, and put his thumb and index finger on Kiana's ear.

screw--!

Kiyana trembled all over, she slapped Siegfried's hand aside, and then suddenly stood up with the creaking sound of the bench moving, looked at Siegfried with awe-inspiring eyes, raised her left foot slightly Get up in a side kicking pose...

"..."

Siegfried stared at Kiyana, who was frozen in motion, with black lines all over her head, and her attacking feet—why did you make such subconscious movements?

"Ahem..." Kiyana retracted her feet and stood up straight, looked left and right, raised her hand and scratched the back of her head, yawned, with a look of tiredness and doubt on her face, "Um... get out of class is over? "

The students who are farthest from here are talking to each other in low voices about things like 'I'm so strong', 'I'm a werewolf', 'I'm not afraid of death'...

There is absolutely no awe for the teacher at all. Is this the case for foreign students?

Siegfried didn't care about this, he looked at Kiana: "Are you sleepy?"

"That's right." Kiyana nodded, her image has become a warrior in the eyes of other students, "Yawn... I'm a little sleepy..."

Siegfried frowned, and still said with a smile on his face: "In this case, you can go to my office to sleep. Now the classroom is in class time, not lunch break. You can easily disturb other students when you sleep here. You can ?"

"Oh." Kiyana nodded again, yawned and rubbed her eyes, and left the classroom staggeringly, with the admiring eyes of the students behind her... This is a real hero, can't she hear what the teacher is saying Irony? !

But unexpectedly, the teacher did not get angry, but continued to teach with a natural expression.

The students were in a strange mood. They had just entered high school and had only taken two or three Chinese lessons. The impression of Ziegfried as a teacher simply stopped at that he was a Chinese teacher and a class teacher, and he seemed to be easy to talk to...Because before For a few classes, Siegfried didn't attend much class, but chatted with them all over the place.

"The upper column rewrites the scenery, and the lower column focuses on expressing emotions. I brought a hundred couples to travel, and recalled the past years..."

Siegfried continued to lecture in an orderly manner, with a natural expression and a steady tone of voice, as if he was completely unaffected by what Kiyana had done.

A few minutes later, Kiyana's figure appeared at the door again, and Siegfried reluctantly stopped his lecture: "Student Kiyana, what can I do for you?"

"Teacher, I can't sleep over there in the office..."

Siegfried exhaled: "Then do you want to attend the class?"

Qiyana at the door scratched her head and ran away decisively: "Then I'd better go to sleep!"