Fresh tea house.

Fang Yan made tea by himself, filled the cup with tea in front of Huang Wenqiang with a teapot, and said with a smile, "the conditions here are too simple, and I will certainly make a good cup of tea to entertain you later."

"What kind of guest am I?" Huang Wenqiang said with a smile, took a sip of the tea cup and said: "don't really say that the tea made by Mr. Fang really tastes different. Just now I saw that Mr. Fang's tea making technique is also quite skilled and exquisite --- Mr. Fang's good tea ceremony

"It's not a tea ceremony. Influenced by their elders, they usually like to drink tea with them. If you drink too much and watch too much, you will know more about it. " Fang Yan looks at Huang Haoran, who sits next to him without saying a word and is willing to be a supporting role, and says, "Haoran, do you like tea?"

"I like it." Said Huang Haoran. "But everyone in the class likes Coca Cola."

"Maybe they will like tea in the future." Fang Yan said with a smile.

"What can you do?" Asked Huang Wenqiang. As a journalist, he has an extraordinary sensitivity to the subtext of every possible sentence.

"I'm going to let them know something about tea ceremony." Fang Yan said with a smile. "Tea ceremony is the quintessence of Chinese culture. Making tea and drinking tea can make people calm, cultivate themselves and improve their personal quality and cultural accomplishment. It's a pity that such a good thing has been lost. No one can inherit, no one can inherit. If a group of people inherit together, why worry that the Chinese tea ceremony can not be carried forward? "

"However, tea ceremony skills are not included in the knowledge of Chinese textbooks. If you teach that - you're not afraid to be expelled from school again? " Huang Wenqiang asked doubtfully.

Fang Yan did not answer Huang Wenqiang's question, but looked at Huang Haoran and asked, "Huang Haoran, do you think the students will like the tea ceremony class?"

"Yes." Huang Haoran's eyes were shining. "There must be many students like it."

"Do you think it's good for you?" Fang Yan asked again.

"Yes." Said Huang Haoran. "We are also willing to learn some extra-curricular knowledge, and we also want to learn something we are interested in. However, there are too many contents in the textbook, too many extra-curricular assignments, no time, no channels, and finally we can only get over it. In fact, students like these very much. Why does the school dance club and Taekwondo club have so many members? Isn't that proof that you like it? "

Fang Yan was very satisfied with Huang Haoran's answer, so he said to Huang Wenqiang, "because of the failure of the exam, those who are teachers don't teach - is this really for the sake of students?"

"Now, however, all schools only focus on score theory. If you delay the students' study - "

" who says that the students who have learned the tea ceremony will not get high marks? " Fang Yan retorts. "There are several months in a semester. How many pages are there in a Chinese textbook? If you study hard, one month is enough. "

"Why does it take so long for our students to learn well? Because I'm tired of learning. " Fang Yan himself gives the answer to this question. "Who is born and who is dead all day? What viewpoint does this article represent? What mood does this poem express? People have been dead for so many years. Who knows what viewpoint the article expresses? Who knows the poet's mood for writing poetry? Maybe it's the sentence that I stifle when I squat in the toilet when I'm constipated, but I give it a self righteous interpretation, and then tell the students that this is the right answer - are those who interpret themselves? Is it the poet? If not, why do they think their interpretation is right? Why can't students have their own interpretation? Is the student's interpretation necessarily wrong? "

"If every student has a way of reading, then how to judge whether to score?" Huang Wenqiang asked.

"Why do we have to rely on unity of mind to score?" Fang Yan said helplessly. "Literature is art. Art is hard to determine originally - we use scores to put students out of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven." yes, but don't sign my name. " Fang Yan said.

"Why?"

"Because -" how can Fang Yan tell them that the reason why they don't want to be famous is that they are worried about ye gentleness, the violent woman who suddenly came to fight against him? "I'm a man of few temperaments and a quiet lover. I don't like to be influenced by such vulgar things as fame and wealth."

"There are not many such good teachers." Huang Wenqiang exclaimed. "No wonder Haoran said that you are different from other teachers."

"If I have 40 students, I want to teach 40 talents in different fields, not the same model." Fang Yan said. "This is what makes me different from other teachers."

"Mr. Fang has a good demeanor -"

"is there a fee for publishing the article?"

"Yes."

"I'll give my contribution to Haoran to buy books."

"No, no, no, the fee is yours. I will let Haoran bring it to you."

"Reporter Huang is so kind ----""Don't be too polite, Miss Fang."

--------There are two Chinese classes in the afternoon, so Fang Yan didn't go back from work in advance.

When he was sitting in the office reading, Chen Dahai came in with a tea cup.

"Mr. Chen is here."

"How can group leader Chen have time to visit our Chinese group?"

"Lao Chen, come to have tea. I have Laoshan tea from my hometown -- fragrant."

Chen Dahai is the head of the first grade mathematics group and the head teacher of class 9. He is brother to the school leaders such as the vice principal's teaching director, so he is really a good target of flattery among ordinary teachers without grades.

Chen Dahai greeted the teachers with a smile, then stood in front of Fang Yan and looked down at him, saying: "teacher Fang, this is the leave slip of three students, Chen Tao and Li Yang, Zheng Guodong. They are not feeling well. They asked for leave here. I asked them to go back and have a good rest."

After Zhu Fang's falling into the water, Zheng Guodong, Chen Tao and Li Yang ran to Fang Yan and sneered at him. They were extremely sarcastic and almost clashed with other students who were partial to Fang Yan.

Now they know in advance from their elders that Fang Yan has not left, but will come back to be their Chinese teacher -- what's their good intention to come to class?

It's impossible to find someone to send the leave application on behalf of them. Last time they did so, Fang Yan wrote directly at the back of the note: no approval. They can't afford to ask Fang Yan for leave.

So, when they had a chance, they decided to come to Chen Dahai's side. Isn't Chen Dahai their head teacher? Just ask the head teacher for leave?

Fang Yan is clear about Zheng Guodong's thoughts. He takes the leave slip and asks with concern, "are these three students seriously ill?"

"It's not a big deal." Chen Dahai said with a smile. I thought to myself, Fang Yan, I want to see how arrogant you are. Even if you offend others, even Zheng's son hates you. How can you live in Zhuque middle school?

"Are they in hospital? I'll go to the hospital and see them. " Fang Yan said.

"----- not hospitalized." Chen Dahai is very uncomfortable. How can this man talk? Who's going to the hospital if he's ok?

"When I saw them, I asked for two classes - shouldn't they have enough time off?" Fang Yan looked at the curriculum on the table and said, "the first two classes are my Chinese class tomorrow, and the whole afternoon the day after tomorrow is my Chinese class. Otherwise, they also invited one of these five classes?"

"Mr. Fang -" Chen Dahai's face darkened. "Students ask for leave according to their physical conditions. How can you motivate them to ask for so many leave in advance?"

Fang Yan smiled and said, "I'm afraid that they will have a stomachache in my Chinese class tomorrow. Later, my class said that my aunt came, so I reminded them that it's better to invite them at one time? They are convenient, so am I. "

"It seems that Mr. Fang has prejudice to the three students?" Chen Dahai began to put his hat on Fang Yan's head.

"No, No. Not at all. " Fang Yan waves his hand. "Although Mr. Chen framed me behind my back, I will not treat Chen Tao differently because he is your son. Although the nature of this child is very bad, he is still a child after all, and if he is a child, he has the opportunity to change his ways -- as a teacher, we should have confidence in our own students."

"Fang Yan, how do you speak? Whose essence is bad? Who framed you behind your back? "

"Chen Tao's essence is bad, and teacher Chen framed me in the back --" Fang Yan wryly smiles. "We are all colleagues. Why do we force people to speak so clearly? How can we get along well in the future? "

"You and you -- go and meet the headmaster with me." Chen Dahai is about to be mad by Fang Yan. Holding Fang Yan's hand, he will take him to see the school leader.

"Master Chen, don't be so impulsive." Fang Yan and Wen Sheng comforted. "The fewer people you know about this kind of thing, the better. When you shout like this, everyone will know that it's not good for you and Chen Tao's classmates - Chen Tao is still a child, and he can be saved."

Chen Tao is a child, so he is still saved. As for your teacher Chen, there is no remedy.

Other teachers can't sit down. They all come to fight.

"Yes, Mr. Chen, don't get excited. If you have something to say, please say it well."

"Fang Yan, you are too much. How can I talk to group leader Chen? How did group leader Chen plot against you? Do you have the ability to tell us? "

"I have no hair on my mouth, and I can't handle affairs well. I don't know what the school is going to recruit such a little doll to come in."

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"I said everyone --" Fang Yan glanced at the Chinese group teachers who pulled the slant frame, and said: "I can't stop you from flattering me, don't pull on me. I'm also someone behind me. Do you all know principal Lu Chaoge? I am her person. ""-------"

"you are all bullying. As soon as I say there is someone behind me, you are too scared to say anything. " Fang Yan chases after him.

Teachers think it's impossible for them to live this day. They can't stay in this office.

"Fang Yan." Chen Dahai's body trembled with rage, pointing to Fang Yan and shouting: "I will let you get out of the lark. Yes. "

"Your son said that more than you did." Fang Yan said. He won't mind the threat of such a lack of strength.

PS: last Zhang Jiang hit Zheng Jing with a club, but Lao Liu's is not serious