"Class is on, class is on."
After whispering reminders to their friends, everyone sat upright.
This is the right state.
Looking at the crowds of eyes eager for knowledge in the audience, Ding Kailing smiled, lightly lifted her woolen coat that almost reached the floor, and walked onto the podium.
"Okay, everyone," Ding Kailing put down her textbook, clapped her hands gently, and walked slowly and elegantly to the right side of the podium, "What day is it today?"
The crowd chanted, "Week - Saturday -."
Zheng Yifan took out his ears, glanced at the female teacher next to Wang Xinyi, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to chat?"
Fang Di smiled and said, "This is a routine. Slowly, you will get used to it."
Habit? Zheng Yifan put his hands in his pockets and leaned back. They would just get used to it, and he didn't care.
"Oh, it's already Saturday." Ding Kailing glanced around with a look of realization, "I thought it was Friday."
"I thought it was Monday." Someone in the classroom immediately booed, causing a burst of laughter.
Zheng Yifan turned around and recognized Su Lei! Sitting at the back of Xiaoyu's row.
"I thought it was still Monday, and I wanted to take the Chinese teacher's class every day." "Me too, me too." "Me too." The classroom instantly became excited.
P fine! Zheng Yifan glanced at the students who were like frying pans, then looked sideways at Fang Di, "Do you like this teacher very much?"
"Of course." Fang Di laughed softly, "I don't just like it."
"Huh?" Zheng Yifan laughed, "What do you mean?"
"The idol of boys and the role model of girls." Fang Di said with a smile. She hopes to have a dozen of such an elegant and beautiful female teacher who likes to chat!
It's a pity that there are only four, and two are temporarily seconded!
"We are not tired at all." A strange voice suddenly appeared in the boiling voice.
Zheng Yifan looked back and saw this person before, Du Xiaofeng!
He was there yesterday. I heard from Principal Cao that he is a child with a background!
Why is my IQ a little off-line? !
Zheng Yifan turned around and saw Fang Di taking out a sketchbook from the drawer, spreading it on the table, and taking out a few pencils from the drawer.
Um? Is she ready to paint?
Feeling Zheng Yifan's gaze, Fang Di took a pencil and tried it on the notebook. He turned his head and looked at Zheng Yifan, "What's wrong?"
"What are you..." Zheng Yifan glanced at the sketchbook.
"Yeah." Fang Di nodded, that's what you saw, "Paint."
Is this okay? Zheng Yifan glanced at the podium. The distance was too close, less than three meters.
He looked at the beautiful teacher standing next to Wang Xinyi. The man looked around with a smile, but when he saw the rows behind him, he looked away again.
His handsomeness was ignored for the first time!
No, this is the third time.
Zheng Yifan glanced at the little plague god in front of the beautiful teacher, huh?
He didn't see the face, only the back of his head turned sideways.
"The little plague god," Zheng Yifan paused and tapped Fang Di's desk, "Are you so casual in class?"
"Yeah." Fang Di responded, changed a pencil, and continued to draw.
Learned a lot.
This No. 2 painter and the little plague god who showed the back of his head to the teacher are more promising than him!
How disrespectful to the beautiful teacher!
He no longer wants to give lectures, but he will still look at the teacher in class to show respect.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a few pairs of eyes looking at him secretly on the left.
Zheng Yifan raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled slightly. Well, he might as well sit quietly and be a handsome man.
He looked at Fang Di and then looked sideways at the two girls in the front row. They meekly looked at the textbooks spread out in front of them.
"Hiss," Zheng Yifan took a breath of cold air. It's so cold. Why is the front door not closed?
"Classmate," Zheng Yifan called softly, "the classmate in front of me."
Um? Is your hearing so dull?
Zheng Yifan glanced at the beautiful teacher who walked next to Wang Xiaoxiao, stood up, quickly closed the door gently, and returned to his seat.
"Where are the rest of you," Ding Kailing said with a smile, glancing at the tall boy who left his seat, "Are you tired?"
Students, "..."
tired? Of course I'm tired. However, chatting is not tiring.
"No - tired -" After saying that, there was laughter again in the classroom.
"Okay, since you're not tired, let's chat for a while and gossip." Ding Kailing retreated to Wang Xinyi again and glanced at Zheng Yifan's position, "Hey, our class has added a new member?"
Zheng Yifan curled his lips, turned his head and looked at Fang Di's painting.
I just noticed him now.
Um? What did the teacher say, gossip? Zheng Yifan turned his head and glanced at the beautiful teacher. Is there any teacher who talks openly about gossip?
Didn't he go to the wrong classroom? In the second year of high school (grade 5), the first place in Chinese language in the grade group came out of gossip like this?
The students' gazes instantly shifted.
Well, new member!
I don’t know how many new classes I can take!
"Okay," Ding Kailing smiled and saw the surprise flashing in Zheng Yifan's eyes, "Let's gossip for a while and then get to know the new transfer student."
Everyone said, "Transfer student?"
That's a transfer student, okay?
Zheng Yifan, "..."
Transfer Students? He is obviously just a spectator, okay!
Wait, what did the teacher say? Gossip first? Eight, what hexagram! Aren't gossiping and knowing him the same thing? !
"Did you elect a new class committee member yesterday?" Ding Kailing turned around gracefully, and her large woolen windbreaker spun out into a circle of beautiful textures before slowly falling down again.
"Yes." Someone responded immediately.
"Who is the entertainment committee member?" Ding Kailing said with a smile, looked around, and stopped next to Wang Xinyi's seat.
"Wang Xinyi." "It's Wang Xinyi." "Xinyi's singing platform." Someone immediately started to boo.
"It's me." Wang Xinyi stood up and looked at Ding Kailing with a cute and innocent look on her face.
"Yeah." Ding Kailing responded and looked at Wang Xinyi, "How many songs by Liqun Deng do you know?"
"I..." Before Wang Xinyi could say anything, someone snatched her away, "Teacher Ding, Wang Xinyi can sing any song."
"Yes, yes, Xinyi's song ordering station is about to begin, everyone." Su Lei shouted at the top of his voice, "Teacher Ding, please order some songs."
"Oh!" Ding Kailing smiled and looked at Wang Xinyi, "Is that okay? Yueman Xilou, okay?"
"Yeah." Wang Xinyi nodded and hummed softly:
"Autumn with the fragrance of red lotus root and the lingering jade mat / Lightly undressing Luo Shang and boarding the orchid boat alone / Who in the clouds sent a brocade book / When the wild goose returned, the moon was full in the west tower / The flowers drifted and the water flowed..."
Wang Xiaoxiao then gently reconciled.
Ding Kailing glanced around the classroom and saw many students gently echoing, "If you can sing, let's sing together."
"A kind of longing for two people and sorrow/There is no way to eliminate this feeling/It's only on my brows, but it's on my heart/But it's on my heart..."
Zheng Yifan looked at a classroom of narcissistic people and turned around.
This is aesthetic, and he is also drunk.
The two little ones with the louder voices are the second ones around them, and they can still sing in tune. Are the others singing?
He was clearly reciting words!
In the sound of reciting each word, the honest voice of his silly brother was particularly obvious.
Is this a class?
Zheng Yifan twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his hands to rest on the table, and rubbed his temples very seriously:
From this moment on, he began to hate the word gossip.
"Okay. Good singing." Ding Kailing clapped her hands, "Wang Xinyi, please sit down, thank you for your hard work."
"You sing so well." "It's so nice." "Wow, you can sing too." "Who can't sing?" The people in the classroom instantly became excited again, complimenting each other and narcissistically.
"This song is..." Ding Kailing stopped mid-sentence and looked around, as if waiting for a response.
"Li Qingzhao's words." Everyone responded.
"Well, very good," Ding Kailing said with a smile, "What is the full name of this poem?"
"'A cut of red plum blossoms, fragrant lotus root and residual jade mat in autumn.'" All the beings laughed. "I've learned it a long time ago." "I almost forgot about it." "Just reviewing it."
Zheng Yifan glanced at the book in front of him. Isn't the book he wants to study today "The Rain, the Bell, the Chilling Cicada" by Liu Yong?
Could it be that the beautiful teacher took the wrong textbook?
Could it be that this beautiful teacher got the wrong textbook?
"Okay, let's review some knowledge about Li Qingzhao." Ding Kailing laughed.
The classroom was filled with excitement, "Female poet of the Song Dynasty." "Representative of the Wanyue Ci School." "Known as the most talented woman throughout the ages." "No. Yi An Jushi, author of "Collected Works of Yi An Jushi"." "Husband Zhao Mingcheng." "Hahaha." "Father Li Gefei."
"Is there anything else?" Ding Kailing said with a smile, turned around and walked towards the podium.
"Yes, we once learned her words, which represent..."
"Well, not bad, what else is there?" Ding Kailing walked forward slowly and elegantly, lightly lifted her woolen coat, and walked onto the podium.
All living beings, "..."
Do we still want to gossip about Li Qingzhao’s love history?
"She was known as the 'Queen of the Ci Country', and she once 'possessed the highest Ci in the south of the Yangtze River, and the best literary works in the North.'" A voice came, clear and unhurried, overpowering the whispers.
Who? We all know this!
Zheng Yifan looked at the sound and was slightly startled.
"She also said that she dreamed of Chang'an in vain and recognized the road to Chang'an; she said that this year, everywhere in the world, Xiao Xiao's temples will be blooming; she said that one should be a hero in life and a hero in death; she pioneered the patriotic creation of female writers, She left a shining example of female patriotism for future generations.”
The classroom fell silent for an instant, leaving only the clear and unhurried voice ringing in the classroom.
"The style of poetry is graceful, and there are many poets, including Liu Yong."
After He Shiling finished speaking, she turned her head away from the window again. The sky was very cloudy and it was probably going to rain.
"That's very well said." Ding Kailing smiled and said, "You continue to enjoy the scenery."
Zheng Yifan, "..."
Continue to enjoy the scenery? This is approved, you have no respect for your master!
"We will review Li Qingzhao's common knowledge about literature, emotion in his works, and appreciation of images for the time being." Ding Kailing smiled, raised her delicate hand slightly, gently picked up a piece of chalk, and looked around the classroom, "Next, please ask everyone Open the textbook to page ten, what you are going to study today is——"
"Liu Yong's "Yulin Ling"." All the beings responded.
"Okay." Ding Kailing turned around gracefully and wrote the words "Yulin Ling Liu Yong" on the blackboard.
The words are just like the person they are! Zheng Yifan looked at the bold and vigorous handwriting on the blackboard and couldn't help but take a second look at Ding Kailing. It was indeed Yun Ling's Black Peony!
But, if you teach like this, how many lessons will you teach on this content?
How much gossip can we talk about in one class?
Do you still have time to get to know him?
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