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"This is the end of my defense. Teachers are welcome to criticize and correct me."

Xin Ran was flipping through the opening report in his hand, when he heard this, he raised his eyelids and looked at the students on the podium, then raised the corners of his mouth and said softly:

"Your 'defense' is over here, what else should we correct?"

The students on the stage blushed a little and let out a little oh.

The spring in City C is not long, and the weather will be warm and sunny for less than a month, and the temperature will rise towards the standard of "scorching sun". By the end of April, long sleeves that are slightly thicker can no longer be worn.

Xin Ran was sitting in a small classroom with thirty students, Jian Jian was sitting on the left, Yan Wan was sitting on the right, and in front of each of them was a stack of numbered white papers.

Today's morning and afternoon are the time for junior students majoring in "Chinese" and "Literature" in the Department of Chinese Language and Literature of the Academy of Arts to conduct their opening and defense at the same time.

Xin Ran and the three of them are all participating teachers, and the two classrooms next door are also conducting the "Literature" professional defense. Each of them has three teachers assigned to each of them. The three classrooms are going to do it at the same time, and strive to finish it all by the end of this afternoon.

Otherwise you have to work overtime.

The time for the defense is still the uniformly stipulated 7 minutes for statements and 8 minutes for questions.

"Okay, next one."

The student who tried to "end his defense" ahead of time was so dazed by the question that he got off the stage in a daze, and went to fill out his defense record form.

Each student's record sheet is required to record the questions corrected by the teacher.

This student was the first to defend on the stage. The teachers were patient and gentle, and they didn't give him a bad word as soon as he came.

But the further you go, the more "everyone has it", the attitude is not correct, and the preparation is not enough, in fact, it can be seen at a glance.

That's why Xin Ran and the others caught several thorny students who pretended to be fake.

"This is the end of my statement, please, please criticize the teacher."

The students behind all learned the lessons of the first one and changed their mouths silently.

Xin Ran nodded, looked at the report in his hand intently, and said:

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

student:"……"

Xin Ran pushed his glasses, and said in a calm tone, "Your topic is "Proof of the Origin of Bixing Technique."

The student nodded stiffly.

Xin Ran looked at him, and continued: "I read your topic carefully. What you want to express is that the origin of the metaphor is the "Book of Songs", right?"

The student stammered, "Yes, yes."

Xin Ran propped her chin with one hand: "How did you 'seek proof'?"

The student quickly found a set of arguments in his mind: "I, I have checked the literature, but, I can determine this."

Xin Ran nodded slightly, but did not agree with him: "What documents?"

The student struggled to organize the language: "It's just some...some other people's papers."

Xin Ran tidied up his reports, put them aside, and said:

"Well, before consulting literature and borrowing other people's academic views out of context, I suggest that you first read the undergraduate textbooks on the history of Chinese literature, at least to deepen your understanding of the hexagrams and lines of "Book of Changes."

After Xin Ran finished speaking, she looked at the two teachers next to her:

"I've finished asking my questions. Do Teacher Jian and Teacher Yan have any other questions to ask?"

Yan Wan smiled and waved her hands, while Jian Ming nodded and took over the voice:

"I agree with Mr. Xin. This student, your argument and the basis for setting up the topic are not very rigorous. The question of 'origin' is originally an academic problem. What is your definition of this? Xing' usage, or does it refer to when it is used extensively in literary works?"

The students faltered and couldn't tell why.

Jian Jian didn't think about him answering, just said: "Your definition is a bit general, I hope you will think about it carefully, otherwise you will have difficulties in writing the thesis later."

Jian Ming still has a straight face, his voice is not loud but very calm, and his whole person is capitalized "serious", although he is just discussing the matter.

It's not at all like Xin Ran's, who can find a little bit of irony when he thinks carefully about his words.

But students are more afraid of simplicity.

After the next classmate "asked for criticism and correction", Yan Wan shook her head first, and muttered softly:

"..."Review of the Study of Pre-Qin Literature", this student, what is your topic?"

Jian Ming raised his head and asked, "What does pre-Qin literature include?"

The student trembled subconsciously when he met Shang Jianjie's gaze:

"Package, including Five...Six Classics, Songs of Chu, Zhuzi, and...and historical prose."

Jian Jian nodded and added: "There are also ancient songs and myths."

The student nodded quickly.

Xin Ran was still in the same posture with his hands on his chin, looking at the trembling students on the podium with interest:

"Well, studying and commenting on pre-Qin literature, student, which part are you going to write?"

The student opened his mouth, but did not speak.

Xin Ran understood: "Oh, it seems that I have to write."

The student nodded with great difficulty.

Xin Ran pursed her lips, nodded her head three times, and said from the bottom of her heart: "Then you are really amazing."

Seeing the student's bewildered face, Yan Wan kindly explained for Xin Ran:

"Mr. Xin means that the scope of your topic selection is too large, and I'm afraid you won't be able to complete it. You should discuss it with your tutor again. Next."

"The Religious Consciousness of <Dream of Red Mansions>, well, although the topic selection is not biased, I suggest you talk to the teacher from Zhongzhe next door."

"On the Adaptation and Disorganization of Literary Classics", huh? What kind of messy topic is this? Do you want to explore the reflection of Internet literature on human nature? I suggest you go and apologize to your instructor first."

"On the Relationship between Xuanyan Poetry and Immortal Taoism", yes, I hope I will be lucky enough to read your finalized long fantasy novel."

After dismissing several students, Xin Ran held a report and said with a groan:

"There is generally no problem with the content."

The students on the stage immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but before the breath was completely relieved, Xin Ran picked up the voice:

"But the problem with the format is very prominent. Go down and pay attention to the QQ group news, and refer to the "Regulations on the Format of the Opening Report" posted in it, and make some changes."

Xin Ran sighed inwardly. Compared with these, Yan Yan's thesis could be selected for the excellent graduation thesis.

Xin Ran took a sip of water, and the small bottle of mineral water on the table had already run out.

It was already 11:30 in the morning, and no more than half of the students had completed their defense.

Even students who have finished defending are not allowed to leave the room. No matter it is morning or afternoon, there must be [-] people in the classroom. After answering by yourself, you have to listen to others. After all the answers are over, you will be truly liberated.

Both teachers and students are very tired.

Xin Ran asked himself that he had shown mercy, but what kind of things did these bastards hand over to him?

Normally, they just turn a blind eye when releasing water, but they don't pay much attention to major matters related to graduation, so what else can they pay attention to?

Small trees need to be cut down, and children need to be taken care of. Xin Ran is very tired of taking care of them.

Basically, for each student's defense, the three teachers had to take turns to "torture" others, and their saliva was dry.

Xin Ran took off the glasses, pinched the bridge of her nose, which was slightly reddened by the mirror holder, and sighed indiscernibly.

At this time, Jian Ming signaled the next student who was going to take the stage to return to his seat for the time being, then he stood up and turned to face the students who were sitting upright in the classroom. Not to mention how good it is.

Concisely said in a low voice:

"Now the defense is about halfway through. In this way, everyone will go to eat first, and then take a lunch break for an hour. We originally planned to start at two o'clock in the afternoon, but judging from the process, the start at two o'clock may not end until six o'clock. If you have no objections , we will start one hour earlier and come back at one o'clock, trying to end early."

Then he turned his head to look at Yan Wan: "Teacher Yan, is there any problem?"

Yan Wan nodded with a smile on her face.

Jian Ming looked at the students in the audience again, and the students also expressed their willingness to start early.

It's not because of Teacher Jian's "pretentious power", but I sincerely hope that this "devil's defense" can be ended as soon as possible.

Jian Ming waved his hand: "Okay, then that's it. Students have worked hard, so persevere. Let's go eat."

As soon as the words fell, the students immediately dispersed, packed up their things and went to the cafeteria to grab food.

Before leaving, I did not forget to say "teachers have worked hard too".

Xin Ran stood up, stretched her waist, and even patted her buttocks that were hurting from sitting.

After the students were all gone, the three teachers walked out of the classroom holding the materials and locked the classroom door.

Both Xin Ran and Jian Jian feel a little tired, let alone Yan Wan who is almost 50 years old.

Xin Ran took what was in Yan Wan's hand, and said:

"Teacher Yan is working hard." Jian Ming also nodded, and Xin Ran continued, "Let's go, let's go to eat too, eat more."

The three of them were talking and laughing while exercising their muscles and walking downstairs along the slightly empty corridor. When they came out from the middle door of the Second Teaching, they saw a tall figure standing next to the sculpture.

Although the sun was shining brightly near noon, it was not summer after all, and it was still very cool when the wind blew, but the man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with exaggerated patterns on his lower body, a pair of cotton black sports trousers, and his buttocks Also printed with flowers.

Stepping on a pair of colorful sneakers.

There was a slight reflection on the back of his neck, as if covered with a thin layer of sweat, with a pocket in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, and one foot was still stepping on the steps outside the green belt.

With his back to the crowd on the sidewalk, he didn't see the excited eyes of girls from all walks of life cast on him.

Yan Yan stood on the only way from the middle gate of the Second Teaching School to the cafeteria. After a long while of boredom, he finally waited for Mr. Xin who came belatedly... along with Mr. Jian and his mother.

He waved his hands towards those who were walking, gave a very frivolous yo, and said:

"Mom, Mr. Jian, Mr. Xin, you can figure it out. If you don't come, I will starve to death on the street."

Nodding concisely: "Xiao Yan."

Yan Wan's eyelids couldn't stop jumping: "Why are you everywhere?"

Originally, Yan Yan, who only planned to block Xinran alone, guessed in his heart that he would not come out alone, so he immediately accepted the reality of "not being able to live in a world of two", and said happily:

"I went to the basketball court next door to watch the school team's training for a while. I saw that you guys finished around the same time, so I came here to wait for you. Let's go, let's eat."

Then he squeezed in between Yan Wan and Xin Ran very naturally.

Xin Ran's good senior brother is very discerning: "Mr. Yan, what do you want to eat for lunch today?"

Xin Ran glanced at Yan Yan, and said in a low voice, "You really don't stop at all."

After finishing speaking, before Yan Yan had time to play with Xin Ran, Yan Wan turned her head and gave him a look, as if agreeing with what Xin Ran said just now.

Xin Ran had the illusion of flirting in front of her elders, and her ears turned red.

canteen.

Three teachers plus a "teacher's family" sat around a square table.

Yan Wan's forehead twitched suddenly, because she just wanted to pull Yan Yan to sit next to her, but she didn't even pull a corner of her clothes. He had already sat down on the opposite side, and took advantage of the situation to pull Xin Ran to sit down.

Xin Ran had a bit of a headache, but Yan Shaoxia looked like a normal person, planing his meals very naturally, and could chat and laugh with Jian Jian from time to time.

There was no one sitting next to Jian Ming, and the students a little further away cast admiring glances at Yan Yan.

Yan Yan thought it was funny, so he asked Jian Ming:

"Mr. Jian, you...didn't you frighten the students when you were defending just now?"

Jian Ming frowned upon hearing this, and the students who were eating behind Yan Yan dispersed instantly.

"Just pointing out the problems in the report, the purpose is not to scare the students."

Yan Yan swallowed the contents of his mouth, jokingly said:

"Don't be scared, just looking at you...you are scared."

Jian Jian, who thought her image was kind and friendly, frowned even more, and asked in puzzlement, "Why?"

Yan Yan: "...?"

Xin Ran picked out a large piece of lean chicken from his own plate, and put it on the rice in Yan Yan's plate:

"Shut up and eat, and hit your ball after eating."

After the four of them finished their lunch, they stood up and walked slowly to the place where the tableware was collected.It was the end of get out of class time, and there was a lot of traffic in the cafeteria.

Yan Yan took the opportunity to lean close to Xin Ran, turned his head and said, "Give me the key, I'll go back and take a shower."

Xin Ran turned around, raised her eyebrows, and gave him a look of "Where's your key?"

Yan Yan explained: "When I went out, I changed into a short-sleeved shirt. I was in a hurry, and I forgot to take the keys in my sweater bag."

Xin Ran rolled her eyes: "In the backpack, find it yourself. Remember to take it out when you go out again."

They returned the trays and walked out of the cafeteria door, the air finally circulated.

Yan Wan and Jian Ming walked behind them, and as soon as they opened the door curtain, they saw Yan Yan standing behind Xin Ran, groping for something in his bag, and finally pulled out a small bunch of keys.

Then he stuffed it into his trouser pocket very quickly.

Yan Wan frowned and asked, "What are you doing with Xiao Ran's key?"

Jian Ming didn't know how to help, so she stood aside speechless and choked, pretending she didn't see anything.

Xin Ran was startled, but Yan Yan rushed ahead of him and answered naturally:

"I'll take a shower at Teacher Xin's."

Yan Wan immediately became angry: "If such a small matter is troublesome, can't you go back to the dormitory to wash?"

Yan Yan said indifferently: "But the dormitory is too far away, I have to go back to help them with training later."

Since some of the third-year students participated in the opening defense today, Yan Yan, the former vice captain, was entrusted to help them keep an eye on the school basketball training.

Yan Wan said in displeasure, "What if you can walk to death with a few more steps?"

Xin Ran always felt that Yan Wan wouldn't react so strongly. Could it be that mothers have very keen intuition?

But at the moment, he still has no choice but to smooth things over:

"It's okay, Teacher Yan. Let him go. My place is much closer."

Yan Wan stretched out a finger, and tapped Xin Ran's forehead:

"You, just let him get used to him, and sooner or later he will cause you a lot of trouble."

Xin Ran blinked, unable to understand what Yan Wan meant by "big trouble", but she still smiled obediently, meaning "It's okay, no trouble".

Yan Wan sighed lightly, and waved her hand at the upset Yan Yan.

Yan Yan got the approval, and immediately left, smiling brightly before leaving:

"Teachers, then I'll go first. I'll try my best to defend in the afternoon, and maybe I'll stop you from eating in the evening."

Nodding concisely: "Goodbye."

Xin Ran and Yan Wan: "..."

The three of them were not planning to go back to the office, because it would be one o'clock in ten, twenty, ten minutes, so they planned to go to the teacher's lounge of the second teacher to make do.

Yan Wan's doubts are getting heavier and heavier.

When Yan Yan took the key and left just now, he didn't even ask Xin Ran which unit or floor he lived in. It was obvious that this was not the first time he had gone there.

Looking at Xin Ran's look of being helpless against him, he probably was too annoyed by Yan Yan's pestering, so he let him make trouble.

Yan Wan panicked in her heart, could it be that her son is really...

"Teacher Yan? What's wrong with you?"

She suddenly heard Xin Ran's concerned voice, and raised her head in a panic:

"No, nothing. What did you just say?"

Xin Ran smiled gently:

"I said that the assistant assigned by the academic affairs office will only bring you new mineral water when you are defending. There are paper cups here. First, I will bring you some water to moisten your throat."

"well."

Yan Wan looked at Xin Ran's gentle and gentle appearance, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.