Shut up, call Daxian [Entertainment]

They could only stay here for five days. In order not to waste time, a few of them began to practice their lectures that night.

The program team had notified them of the content of this issue before, so the previous few people had already divided the work.Ye Caiyi taught music, Ruan Rong taught English, Fengda taught physical education, Bu Xiaoyan taught psychology, and Bai Xuan taught painting.As for Huang Xi, in view of the joint evaluation of him by several people, they finally unanimously decided to let him tell the story.

Huang Xi happily accepted.

The place where they live is the school's apartment. Although it is an apartment, it actually only has one floor.Each house can accommodate eight people. Originally, they thought that men and women should be separated and squeezed together, but Tang Yang said that the house is empty and it is comfortable to live apart.

Seeing that the room was really much empty, they didn't shirk it anymore.

This time it was the same as before, the two ladies shared a room, Ye Caiyi and Feng Da shared a room, and finally Bai Xuan and Huang Xi shared a room.

In the evening, the director went out to use the toilet. On the way back, he saw the lights in the rooms of Ruan Rong and Bu Xiaoyan.

The lights in the other two rooms were off. It was so late and I was tired all day, so why didn't the two of them go to sleep.

The director was a little worried, he walked in and knocked on the door.

The door was opened, and he stared at the neat six people in the room, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"The director is here? Come in and sit down." Feng Da greeted enthusiastically.

The director walked in hesitantly, and saw six people, each holding a pen and a notebook, which was the lesson plan he had prepared for them.

"Are you...preparing lessons?" The director tried to guess.

"Yes."

"Didn't you prepare it before?"

"Isn't it because we found out that our preparations were not suitable today, so we wanted to take advantage of the night to make changes." Bu Xiaoyan said.

The director's voice choked, and his heart was hot.

The feelings deep in his heart were aroused, he picked up the blank lesson plan on the table, sat aside, and said domineeringly: "What teacher do you still lack?"

"The director is coming too?" Ruan Rong raised his eyebrows.

The director ignored her teasing, "Why, can't it?"

"All right, all right, you are the director and you have the final say."

The rest of the people held back their laughter and automatically accepted the director's "childish" behavior.

"What else is there?" Huang Xi asked.

"Uh... geography, biochemistry, physics?" Ruan Rong thought for a while.

"No way," Ye Caiyi retorted, "These are very basic, and many of them are elementary school students, so they can't talk about anything for five days."

Bu Xiaoyan added: "The main reason is..."

"what?"

"The director can't teach."

Several people said "Huh" and turned to look at someone with a fat belly.

After chatting for a long time, I almost forgot that their director is a middle-aged uncle in his 40s who graduated decades ago.

The director straightened his stomach with pride on his face, "My son is in elementary school, and I know everything they study."

A few people suddenly realized, put away their suspicious gazes, and hurriedly stepped back a few steps, "Concession and concession."

After pissing off these people, the director was very happy and slapped the table, "You probably don't have a social teacher, I'll teach society."

A few people who have graduated from elementary school for 30 or [-] years, have no children or have children who are just three years old, silently swallowed the words of what the society is about.

Together with the director, seven people set up different teaching plans for 216 children in the village, ranging in age from seven to 14 years old.

Seven people with seven ideas, discussing and arguing again, after they finished discussing and rubbing their sore necks, they realized that it was past four o'clock.

A group of people who usually work irregularly are not sleepy at all, and they are still in good spirits.

The director insisted that they go to sleep for three hours. No matter how energetic they were, they would inevitably be exhausted, so they went back to their rooms.

At seven o'clock, several people got up on time, packed up, finished their meal, cheered each other up, and each went to their own class.

This Chenhui Hope School includes elementary school and junior high school. It is reasonable to say that there should be nine grades, but there are only two teachers, so they have to take turns to teach. Therefore, the grades are not divided into four or five stages.Even so, many students can only attend one or two classes a day.

This time they discussed with Tang Yang that the 216 students were divided into seven classes according to age, from one year to five years of primary school, and two years of junior high school.

There are seven classes, plus the director, and only nine teachers.The children had such a rare opportunity this time. After obtaining the consent of their parents, it was finally decided that each class would have eight classes a day.

Tang Yang and another teacher are in charge of Chinese and Mathematics. Together with English, PE and music, there are seven classes every day.

For the rest of society, psychology, painting and stories, the people in the class are either elderly, or mothers, and there are two delicate skins and tender meats. Fengda and others insisted that they skip a few classes.

Originally, the director refused to come, but was scared back by Ruan Rong's sentence "Your hairline seems to be high again".

Seven people went to the first class, and the rest of Fengda and Huangxi were empty. They had an hour to spare during the class time plus their spare time.Feng Da couldn't stay idle, avoided the camera, dragged Huang Xi and ran outside.

The village is big, and they ran fast. Fengda stretched his neck to watch the two big camera brothers running toward the camera carrying the cameras, and cleverly borrowed two bicycles from the villagers, and sat on them neatly.

Seeing that Huang Xi was still standing there, he pointed to the car next to him, "Come up."

Huang Xi knew this, and often saw people riding on the road, but he had never ridden one.

Feng Da was still urging, Huang Xi gritted his teeth and sat down.

Feng Da never thought that Huang Xi would not know how to ride a bike. Seeing Huang Xi sit on it, the bike swished out as soon as he kicked his legs.

Huang Xi stepped on the pedals, the car moved forward crookedly, his eyes lit up, and he stepped on it to the bottom.

The car fell to the side, and he was so frightened that he stood up quickly.

Patting his frightened little heart, Huang Xi watched Feng Da waving at him from a long distance, didn't try again, sat on the seat, and pushed him away with spiritual force.

No one noticed that the wheels under his seat did not turn.

The two camera brothers looked at the distance where no one was seen, and silently shed tears of bitterness.

Feng Da led the way, Huang Xi followed behind, and soon rode to the mountain next to the village.

They said before that they wanted to come to this kind of place to retire, and it was obvious that in December, the trees and flowers in this mountain were still luxuriant.

Feng Dahe parked the car aside, ran inside, and shouted "Ah~~~", scaring Huang Xi's car to the side.

After Feng Da shouted, he fell to the ground, his eyes narrowed, "It's so comfortable!"

Huang Xi stopped the car and saw that he was in better spirits than before, so he put his worries back in his heart.Following the instructions of the land, he walked into the depths of the forest.

He has a special ability known only to his friends and can communicate with spiritual lands.

This is different from being able to communicate with Lingmu, just like Qian Qian and the others can communicate with Grandpa Dashu, but they cannot communicate with the land.

As soon as he arrived in this forest just now, he heard the cry of the land for help.There are very few lands that become spirits, and he doesn't want the land he encountered today to lose consciousness.

The more you go in, the more lush the trees are. Huang Xi waited for a while before he came to an open place.

At this time, the voice of the land came again, "Save, save, it."

Huang Xi looked up, and saw a tall tree standing there.

It is tall and strong, an upright young man, but its branches are all withered.

He—was dying.

Huang Xi felt extremely uncomfortable. He could feel the relationship between the tree and the land, just like human parents and children. This tree grew up under the gestation of the land, and it was a child of the land.

No wonder the ground desperately wanted him to ask for help as soon as he stepped on it. It was obviously dissipating.

The consciousness of the land is drifting away more and more. Calling Huangxi here has exhausted its last strength.It slowly closes its eyes, everything after that depends on fate.

Huang Xi walked up to the tree without saying a word.

Some time ago, the willpower consumed by saving Fengming gathered again in the past half month, even more than last time.

Wish power is more powerful than spiritual power, only a few monsters can use it, and monsters are very cherished.

Huang Xi put his hands on the tree trunk and slowly entered the wish power.

Like a thirsty seedling receiving rain, the big tree frantically absorbs Huangxi's wish power.

The trees recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, the branches grew, and the green leaves burst out crazily.

When Huang Xi let go of his hand, the dead tree that had just bloomed had turned into a towering tree with lush branches and leaves.

It is a [-]-year-old cypress tree, which has been alive for more than [-] years. Calculated by its age after becoming a spirit, it is not too old.

The cypress is connected to the land, and after it recovers, the consciousness of the land gradually condenses.

"Thank you."

Accompanied by the rustling sound of tree branches and leaves, a slightly small sound reached Huang Xi's mind.

Huang Xi looked at the spirited cypress, with tenderness on his face, "Grow up well."

The ground under his feet lifted slightly, Huang Xi lowered his head, and there was a pile of rhubarb fruit on the ground.He remembered that humans called this "orange".

"Are these for me?" Huang Xi asked.

"Yes." The old man's voice was much clearer than before.

Huang Xi took off his clothes and wrapped the orange, "Thank you."

After staying for a while, Huang Xi had no choice but to leave. He tidied up his clothes, carried them on his back, and found Feng Da.

Feng Da also had enough of lying down, and he just got up when Huang Xi came back.

Fengda: "Go back?"

Huang Xi: "Okay."

When the two left, the entire forest made a loud rustling sound.Like sending off your family, all the trees are shaking regularly and rhythmically, accompanied by the sound of wind and birds, forming wonderful notes.

Feng Da stood there in a daze, blinded by the scene in front of him, until Huang Xi waved his hand and pulled him away, he didn't react.

Back to the village by bike, Fengda let out an "ow", Huang Xi thought something was wrong.

"Why didn't it be photographed?! It's a spectacle! A spectacle! If it is filmed, it will be popular! Ahhh! No, I want to go back."

"But you don't have a mobile phone." Huang Xi's words successfully stopped Feng Da.

On the way back to school, Fengda was in a slump all the way. It was only after he got to school and changed his bicycle back that he noticed the big package on Huang Xi's back.

"Xiaoxi, what are you carrying?"

"This." Huang Xi took off the things on his back and put them on the ground, opened his clothes, "Oranges."

Round, red and big, this is the first time Fengda has seen this kind of species, and for some reason, he suddenly has a special appetite.

He looked straight at Huang Xi, "Can I have one?"

"of course."

"Xiaoxi, I love you!"

Feng Da couldn't wait to pick up one, and deftly opened it. The orange flesh was yellow, and if it was accidentally damaged, it squeezed a lot of water.He ate half of it in one bite, the sweetness, just the right amount of sourness, and a fragrance, he couldn't even open his mouth.

He didn't finish the first half, so he immediately stuffed the other half. The happiness on his face passed from the camera to the eyes of the big cameraman, making them salivate.

Huang Xi took out two and handed them to them. They waved their hands again and again, but the oranges were forced into their hands.

"Eat, there's nothing to shoot now anyway."

The two endured it, but in the end they couldn't hold it back. They put the camera in a position where they could capture the guests, and peeled the oranges with their hands free.

When the seven people who finished the first class came out, what they saw was the scene of three big men sitting on the playground, gobbling up oranges.

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