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When Yang Hao came to the classroom with a big colorful face, not only the classmates in the class, but even Luo Xunyi were shocked.

Luo Xunyi was reclining in the chair, playing with pens and chatting with some boys next to her, when she suddenly heard the girls in the class all exclaiming in unison, and when she looked up, she saw Yang Hao coming in with her head down, with a smear on her face. It was as lively as exploding a firework.

"......Depend on"

Luo Xunyi slapped the pen on the desk and looked at him happily.

Yang Hao sat down in front of him listlessly, blocked all the hands stretched towards his face by the other boys, turned around and looked at Luo Xunyi who was seated behind him and said, "Brother Luo, do you think I will ask for leave?"

Luo Xunyi chuckled: "As you are now, it's no problem to ask for an annual leave."

Yang Hao sighed, scratched his head and said, "Forget it, don't invite me. When the class teacher asks me later, I will say that my father beat me. The class teacher also knows my virtues."

Luo Xunyi's originally sinking mood was a little amused by his unlucky appearance, but after a few minutes, he began to turn his pen expressionlessly again, and the ballpoint pen spun rapidly between his fingers, following Like a perpetual motion machine that never seems to stop.

Ten minutes later, as soon as the morning reading bell rang, he stopped. Two deep red marks were worn on the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, which looked like they would not go away for a while. He took a book and placed it on the desk. Like a good student, he turned slowly from the first page to the back, neither fast nor slow, not like studying, but like reading a novel.

The morning reading of their class is usually used for class meetings, so the students waited quietly for the class teacher in an orderly manner, but it was not the class teacher who came in, but a male teacher.

"My surname is Xiang, a Chinese teacher in the second grade group of senior high school"

The young teacher in an out-of-fashion plaid shirt and slacks stood on the podium and introduced himself like this, and said: "Your teacher Wang is about to give birth and cannot move around, so I will temporarily stand up for the head teacher, monitor and class cadres of your class. "

Seven or eight boys and girls stood up one after another and introduced themselves.

Xiang Yang adjusted his glasses, recognized these people, waved them to sit down, and said, "I'll talk to your monitor if I have anything to do, I'm in the big office downstairs, class leaders and classmates If you have anything to do, you can come to the office to find me. If I am not there, you can find the monitor of the first experimental class I lead, named Yu Wangran, because my office is downstairs, so I will spend more time downstairs. If you have something to do, you can also Find him, or ask him to tell me, it’s fine, um, monitor, after class is over, you can go down and get to know the person.”

"No need for Teacher Xiang, I know Yu Wangran"

The monitor said with a smile: "I met the poppies in the experimental class yesterday."

Regarding Yu Wangran's nickname of poppies, Xiang Yang knew about it because Lin Shu'er mentioned it not two or three times, so it's hard to remember it or not.

As for the nickname, Xiangyang refuses, but Yu Wangran doesn't care, so let the rumors go with the wind~ let's go~

As for why Yu Wangran got this nickname, well... probably because he has a slender waist and long legs, and he is handsome and tight.

The students laughed a few times in twos and threes.

Xiang Yang could only smile along with them, and said, "What kind of nickname did you get, you children really..."

Luo Xunyi closed the book, raised his head and stared at Xiangyang with empty eyes. He didn't blend into the atmosphere at the moment, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Yang Hao turned around and woke him up.

Seeing Yang Hao's colorful face, Luo Xunyi suddenly laughed, and replied cheerfully: "To"

When Yang Hao was clicked, Xiang Yang was taken aback and hurriedly asked him what was going on.

Yang Hao said: "My dad beat me up"

Xiangyang: "..."

What else could he say? After a long pause, he looked at him worriedly and said, "You can run."

Yang Hao was taken aback for a moment, and said stupidly: "Oh."

Xiang Yang shook his head, and pointed to someone watching the scene with his chin dragging: "Student, take off your hat, it's not raining in the classroom."

Ban Li let out a laugh.

Luo Xunyi obediently took off his hat, and finally raised his head and rushed to Yang and said, "Teacher, I have an immature suggestion."

"you say"

Luo Xunyi smiled and said: "Now that you are our homeroom teacher, then we are a family with the compatriots in the experimental class. As the head of the family, shouldn't you be a bridge between the two families and introduce them?"

Xiang Yang expected that this person would open his mouth to talk nonsense, but he didn't expect that the nonsense sounded like nonsense, so he didn't feel ashamed to ask: "Which one do you want to see?"

Luo Xun recalled: "Forget about others, the classmate of the experimental class is quite famous, so let him be."

There are a few good things to ask: "Who? There is a class flower in the first class of the experiment?"

Luo Xunyi said: "Yu Meiren!"

Xiangyang: "..."

What is the student's name?Oh yes, Luo Xunyi, you must keep an eye on this person in the future!

Poor student Yu Wangran who was far downstairs was picked up one after another by intentional and unintentional people and made fun of him twice and yawned several times in a row.

The third year of senior high school is a crucial year. Whoever assigns these children will have to go all out to guide them well, let alone Xiang Yang, who has the sense of responsibility to lead the first year of high school. In Class [-] and [-] of senior high school, he soon discovered that other people in the class were okay, and those who had a clear goal of being admitted to university were doing their best to study and study, and those few people with obvious intentions of going out of society were not enough to worry him, let him worry It is not the excellent students and the poor students from grade to grade, but those students who are wandering in the middle. His consistent education style is not to care about the trivial, but to supervise and tutor with a choice and purpose. Because the nine-year compulsory In the last year of institutional education, the personalities of many adolescent boys and girls have already been stereotyped. They need to be responsible for their laziness and diligence in the past. Their personalities are whatever they are, and they are unlikely to be changed by outsiders. They choose their future life status and social status are uneven, and work hard for it, or be lazy and slack.

Reading is not the only way out, it is indeed the only way to climb to a higher social class.

Children who understand this truth are working hard, and children who do not have this ambition are giving up.

The only thing he can do is to help children who want to stand in a higher social class lay an extra stepping stone, and help children who have no intention of struggling upwards plan other ways out.

The so-called teaching and educating people, in his opinion, is just like that.

Teachers are not a sacred profession, but they have seen through the survival of the fittest in nature, and cannot make every student a master, nor can they criticize some students who can only become inferiors in the future. What they can do Only make a last-ditch effort during those contemporaneous moments when the kids are character-setting.

Treating everyone equally and differently is Xiangyang's simple understanding of the teaching profession, and he fulfills his views very responsibly.

He doesn't worry about these students very much, but what he is very worried about is the most vacillating one in Class Three and Seven, Luo Xunyi.

Luo Xunyi is a very strange student. He interviewed all the substitute teachers in Class [-] and [-] of Senior High, and got similar replies. He was very strange.

Xiang Yang himself could tell that this student was very smart. It was said that he dropped out of school early, and he did not know what power he had used to get into the middle school without passing any exams.

After working in the society for a while, his consciousness and brain have not been eroded by the social atmosphere and become rigid. On the contrary, he has read all the books, and he has read very well. Xiangyang is very surprised, and Luo Xunyi is very smart. Xiang Yang didn't know if he had finished flipping through a Chinese elective book in less than 10 minutes, and if he had a thorough understanding of the meaning of the text, but what he knew was that Luo Xunyi memorized it verbatim. forget?

Once in a morning reading class, he quietly stood behind Luo Xunyi and witnessed him finish flipping through a brand new elective sixth in less than 10 minutes, then closed the book and did it quietly for a while, as if recalling, more Like in a daze.

"Remember?"

Xiang Yang asked him that.

Luo Xunyi didn't seem too surprised by the sudden addition of someone behind him, but his eyes revealed that he was very upset and extremely defensive.

After being stared at by his cold eyes for a few seconds, Xiang Yang felt a little timid, but he quickly got rid of that little fear of his students, picked up his book and opened a page, told him the page number, let him Recite the content.

Luo Xunyi pressed his back tightly against the back of the chair, stared down at the desk without saying a word, and seemed rather unwilling to cooperate with him.

Xiang Yang stood patiently beside him and waited for a while, only to see that he treated himself like nothing, so he had to say: "I asked you to copy the calligraphic essay, what are you doing? Flipping the book for fun? If you can't memorize it, copy the book again!"

Xiang Yang has always followed his word, so punishing students for copying books is no joke.

After hearing this, Luo Xunyi looked up at him, her bland lips were tightly pursed, she still didn't speak, just took out a paper and a pen and leaned down on the table to write quickly.

From his relatively neat handwriting, Xiang Yang watched him write out the text on this page word by word, without saying anything, patted his shoulder and returned to the podium to explain the call to action , as if nothing happened just now.

Luo Xunyi is very smart, he is too smart, he is so smart that he can see ten lines at a glance, but this didn't make Xiang Yang focus on training him, because he could tell that Luo Xunyi's ambition was not here.

This person is extremely vacillating, entrusting someone to spend a lot of money to transfer to the attached high school is not to study hard and make progress every day, but to fish for three days and hang the net for two days. When fishing, he will work hard with all his heart and mind, and when he is drying the net, he will be absent-minded. Negative sabotage, so the teachers of all subjects are very helpless to him, but he still smiles all day long and never has a serious time, and the words he says make people lose their tempers, which makes people doubt this. Don't care if you're a loafer, playing with the substitute teacher, the trick is to slap you and then give you a sweet date, and when you're done, you come over to admit your mistake and pretend to be good, and then repeat the old tricks and don't have a long memory, falling into an endless loop.... .. It is deplorable and hateful.

Xiang Yang was also very helpless towards him, perhaps because he saw his inferiority in his attitude of playing with the world, after staring at him for two days, he quietly let go, only giving him a piece of advice.

"Be serious"

To this, Luo Xunyi replied him like this.

"Teacher, I hate being serious." At the end, he said nonchalantly, "I've never been so serious before."

Xiang Yang couldn't comprehend what he seemed to have deep meaning in, so he just took it as a joke, and after a few words of cliché education, he left it behind, and asked him to pass on this weekend's homework to the Chinese class representative.

"Script creation, no less than two scenes and a thousand words, go for it"

Luo Xunyi took the order, but didn't go, he stood still and asked, "Script?"

"Well, imitate the script mode and write a few shots"

Luo Xunyi was silent for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Do you just regard yourself as a god and be a director?"

Xiang Yang nodded: "It's okay for you to understand this way."

"Is there a style limit?"

"What style do you want to write?"

"I don't know, it's a tragedy"

Xiang Yang frowned: "Why?"

Luo Xun recalled laughing: "Shakespeare told us that tragedy can last forever"

"You're not Shakespeare, don't imitate him"

"But don't you think that although the endings of the characters he wrote were tragic, they were all rescued from hell by him? And they all died in the happiness of the world, what a happy ending"

Xiang Yang looked at his calm and cold eyes, and was speechless for a moment.

The author has something to say: This is a flashback. According to the timing of some previous plots, if you don’t understand it, it should be because you didn’t read the previous content. Well, thank you!