The student exchange meeting between the two schools and the communication between students are certainly one aspect. But discussions between teachers and teachers are also very important.
Before eight o'clock that morning, Old Antique was pulled over for a meeting as the leader of the No. 60 Middle School.
Looking at the entire venue, there was not a single teacher that Old Antique knew. From the murmurs permeating the air, Old Antique could vaguely hear the other teachers talking about him. What kind of nerd in the history class only knows that teaching has no ability at all?
Something like that...
In fact, no matter when I am a teacher now or when I was a student in the past, those students who specialize in the Feijian Department and the Talisman and Seal Department have always been critical of their classmates who study history theory.
Now that Old Antique has become a teacher, those who teach flying swords and draw talismans also look down on those who teach history. I always feel that these people are dull and have no real talent. Privately, Old Antique has always regarded these people as "discriminating"
Call it a "stereotype."
This reminded Old Antique of his past student days.
He had heard a lot of gossip. So even when he heard it again now, his expression was very calm. He just lamented that such a passing person had passed away and that he would never be able to return to the beautiful green years of the past.
At the morning meeting between teachers from the two schools, the topic of discussion was naturally the disintegration of the Pengci Gang, which was hotly discussed in the morning newspapers.
This incident caused quite a stir. Because the Pengci Gang branch in Peiyuan District had always been a big trouble for the Xiuzhen Police Station that had jurisdiction over this area. Now it collapsed overnight, with students and teachers spreading rumors among themselves.
Hundreds, everyone learned everything while chatting.
"Teachers, please be quiet! Now the regular meeting officially begins..."
The teacher who presided over the meeting was Director Xie of No. 59 Middle School: "Looking at the heated discussion, everyone must have heard about it. This incident happened very suddenly. Although there are still a small number of people in Peiyuan District
The remnants of the Pengci Gang are taking advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble. But for now, we don’t have to worry about students having porcelain outside the home. The focus of this meeting was also issued by the Hundred Schools General Administration immediately after the incident. The main points are
I would like to hear your teachers’ opinions on Mrs. Dong’s reorganization of the ‘Harmony General Administration’ after the collapse of the Pengci Gang in our district…”
Director Xie's words once again aroused heated discussion in the audience, and the teachers were whispering to each other and discussing with great enthusiasm.
She noticed Old Antique and found that this history teacher from a foreign school was exceptionally quiet, silently listening to the teachers' opinions, and nodding frequently with a gentle smile... Director Xie's face felt inexplicably hot.
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Some people agreed with the existence of the General Administration of Harmony and thought it was beneficial. A male teacher nodded: "Although the Pengci Gang did make a lot of mistakes in the past, destroying social harmony and civilization, and at the same time brought heavy consequences to teachers and students in surrounding areas.
Economic losses. But now the reorganized Harmony Administration is dedicated to fighting against the Pengci Gang and supervising those bad behaviors in society. I think it’s great!”
A female teacher snorted and objected: "It's so good! It's just a different way of harassing me. When I went to work in the morning, an old lady insisted that I ran a yellow light and stopped me for education.
It took me so long that my spirit sword ran out of power! It made me almost late for work!"
A female teacher next to her was immediately shocked: "Teacher Lin's spirit sword...is electric?"
"That's right! I have been doing homework until midnight every day for a while, and I really have no energy. This new electric spirit sword launched by Chanel is good, and it saves me a lot of spiritual energy. I can face work with full energy every day!
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The female teacher proudly rolled up her hair, and then stretched out her palm: "The most important thing is that it takes five minutes to charge and wield the sword for two hours! I highly recommend it to all teachers!"
"Really? This is awesome? Where did you buy it?"
“They are both sold in Tianmiao and Jingxi!”
"Will it be expensive?"
"Tian Miao Hua Bai! Jing Xi Bai Tiao, these things are very useful!"
"..." Director Xie's face suddenly darkened.
These guys... how can they be so disrespectful of discipline when having a meeting in front of outsiders?
She secretly glanced at the old antique next to her who seemed to be used to big winds and waves. Director Xie Huaichun couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
...Fortunately, this foreign school teacher didn’t say anything. Otherwise, it would have been very embarrassing!
Suppressing his anger, Director Xie reminded in a low voice: "...Teachers, please pay attention. Don't go astray...This is a direct order from the General Administration of Hundreds of Schools. I hope everyone can take it seriously."
The director's majesty is still there. After hearing Director Xie's words, several female teachers who were making noises suddenly became quiet. At the same time, they looked at the old antique with grateful eyes. That is to say, Director Xie would be so calm when teachers from other schools were around.
He spoke quietly. If it were normal times, Director Xie would have been unable to suppress the ancient power in his body and would have shocked everyone with his coercion.
Before Wang Ling got involved in No. 59 Middle School... the most easily broken thing in No. 59 Middle School was the table in the teachers' conference room. Every time Director Xie got so angry that he lost control of the pressure during the meeting, the legs of the table would break.
.The rectangular table now placed in front of Old Antique just arrived two days ago.
Seeing that the scene became quiet, Director Xie secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Thinking of the messy student exchange meeting hosted by Tang Jingze yesterday, Director Xie felt terrified in his heart.
After all, not everyone has the same magnetic field as Lotus Sun.
Moreover, the electromagnetic gun of a girl who is a national school beauty cannot be imitated by an old antique.
However, Wang Ling has always felt that, as a fat man, Old Antique has his own unique personal charm.
Before Old Antique came to No. 59 Middle School, Director Xie conducted all aspects of the investigation on this fat man who had been teaching at No. 60 Middle School for more than ten years and had always been ranked first in praise. In addition to being consistent from beginning to end, following through to the end, he was outstanding among others.
The tenderness at the end... She still didn't understand what attracted students to the old antique.
The main reason lies in Lao Guqian's deft conversion and application of his own two image models.
Usually when in front of students, Lao Guqiu prefers to maintain an approachable, kind and playful image when he is in "Gossip Mode". But this does not mean that Lao Guqiu himself is not a reserved person... For example, when regular teachers' meetings are held now,
Lao Guqiu has launched the second set of "literary mode".
What is an artistic youth?
He just says incomprehensible words, does incomprehensible things, treats others in an indifferent manner, and talks about truths very briefly... At first glance, it doesn't seem like much, but when I think about it carefully, I suddenly feel that Tamar is right!
To be honest, Wang Ling actually prefers the second image of Old Antique in comparison, because he can always learn a lot of golden words from it.
But this kind of old antique with completely different painting style is not something that can be seen easily.
Therefore, from the moment Lao Guqi woke up early and left the school building, Wang Ling had been observing secretly with his eyes...
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Obviously, after Director Xie rectified the discipline, the focus of the entire meeting turned to Lao Guangqiu, a teacher from a foreign school.
The place was quiet, no one dared to speak.
The morning breeze slowly passed through the window, passing over the old antique's watermelon head, blowing the neat bangs on his forehead...
Director Xie's eyes were stunned for a moment, and he felt that this fat man was quite handsome in a sense...
The old man stared straight at the smooth tabletop, which reflected Director Xie's shadow.
This scene made Director Xie uneasy again: Why is he staring at my...reflection? Could it be...that he is interested in me? He likes me, right? Otherwise, why would he stare at me?
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Old Antique looked at the table blankly, but Wang Ling was a little helpless to complain. This was obviously out of respect! How could anyone keep staring at other people's faces during a meeting? How impolite is this?!
Facing Director Xie Huaichun, Wang Ling's mood is very complicated now, because it is obvious that this is another self-defeating Huaichun old girl. Wait!...Why do you say..."again"?
Lao Guqiu has always been an attractive person, and he is the kind of person who becomes more pleasing to the eye the more he looks at him. This is what Wang Ling said about his personal charm and... connotation.
Do you understand the connotation? The connotation of literary and artistic youth... How can ordinary people understand it? The connotation of old antiques cannot be imitated by Lotus Sun... The types of their strategies are different. The ones that Lotus Sun targets are passers-by, while the ones of Old Antiques... are aunties
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then.
Five minutes have passed...
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Director Xie still didn't ask any questions. He just felt that his face was getting hotter when he looked at Old Antique. As his name suggests, he really looked like a young girl pregnant with spring.
Old Antique has been staring at the table for a long time. Director Xie's face was full of embarrassment... This was the first time that he had been stared at by a man for so long.
And everyone just followed Director Xie and looked at Old Antique quietly. Some female teachers had sharp eyes. For some reason, they always felt that Director Xie's face seemed a little red...
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Ten minutes have passed.
There was still no sound, and the whole conference room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
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And then.
Twenty minutes have passed...
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Wang Ling: "..."
The old antique's hair was still floating in the breeze, so hysterically. His eyes looked at Director Xie with a somewhat tender look: "Director Xie, do you want to ask me a question?"
Director Xie was suddenly stunned by the slightly magnetic voice. Only then did she realize...she hadn't asked Old Antique a question yet!
Director Xie's face suddenly turned red, showing the shy expression of an old girl: "Ah~ Teacher Wang, I'm so sorry..."
All the teachers in the room were shocked...
What did they see?
What did they hear?
What the hell is this "ah" with a slightly breathy voice?
...A spinster who is nearly middle-aged and has been calm in the workplace for many years actually apologized?! She actually blushed?!
Moreover, he actually showed a nympho-like intoxicated expression towards a fat man who teaches history... What a shame!? Is this the rhythm of love at first sight? Damn, I can’t understand this plot development!
Wang Ling was already stunned: "..."
It can only be said that Old Antique is indeed an Old Antique... He didn't even get into a bloody hole, and he actually managed to conquer the most difficult old bone in Fifty-Nine...
I saw that the old antique nodded calmly, still maintaining the indifference of a literary young man.
Now, Old Antique feels that the time is completely ripe.
At this time, although the situation is slightly embarrassing, it is the turn of the artistic youth to come to the rescue...
Turning his head slightly, the old antique's peripheral vision swept through the window.
Accompanied by the cool breeze, what the old man said next shocked everyone's heart.
"Today's wind is very, dazzling..."
In the conference room, except for Director Xie, who was completely immersed in the literary youth connotation exuded by the old antique, all the teachers could not help but get goosebumps.
Except for Old Antique and Director Xie, who were intoxicated in the literary atmosphere, the other teachers clearly felt that the temperature of the already cold conference room had plummeted by several points...