Shaking his head, he pushed open the door of Class 27, Grade 2, and then found that the students in Class 27, Grade 2 were all sitting upright in their seats, each busy with their own things. The quiet falling leaves could be heard in the class, which was better than self-study in China.
The classroom in the school is even quieter, but the atmosphere seems very depressing...
The sound of Le Pingfan pushing the door in attracted the attention of these students. When they looked up and saw Le Pingfan, all the students were stunned. After a few seconds, they reacted. They all opened their mouths and looked at Le Pingfan calmly.
I walked to the podium and wrote the words Li Nanfeng on the blackboard...
"Hello, classmates, starting from today, I will be your bilingual teacher and will teach you for two months." Le Pingfan smiled slightly and saw Kaito Sakamura sitting in the corner of the last row of the class.
I was very satisfied, not bad...it didn't matter what class he was in, as long as Kaito Sakamura was here, it was enough.
"You...you...you are the one who knocked down Yota Ueno when school was over yesterday afternoon!" One of the students finally reacted from the shock, pointed at Le Pingfan and shouted subconsciously.
Le Ping Ping broke the chalk in his hand into two halves, and then threw a piece of it towards the man's head. With a crisp popping sound, Le Ping Ping said with a serious face: "What are you, your, yours, I told you that I
I am your teacher. I have been your teacher since yesterday. You should maintain a minimum of respect for me and point your finger at me. I have to teach you what it means to respect the teacher and respect the Tao." [
The students in the classroom widened their eyes at the same time, and their brains went blank again...
"Although I only signed a short-term contract with your school for two months, I am still your teacher after all. Since I am a teacher, I naturally not only teach you knowledge, but also teach you the principles of life." Le Pingfan shook his head.
The look was really depressing in the eyes of these students.
"Humph! That's quite a tone. We don't need you to teach us how to be a good person. You're just a trainee teacher. Who do you think you are?" A boy was obviously very dissatisfied with Le Pingfan's tone. He leaned back on his chair with a full face.
Said provocatively.
"Well, in that case, I will teach you the second lesson. But I am very sorry that from yesterday's first lesson to today's second lesson, it has nothing to do with language. I hope you will not regret this.
"Le Pingfan got off the platform with a smile, walked in front of the student, and suddenly patted the student's spine, and then patted him several times in succession with lightning speed...
Then the student's posture became extremely upright, as if he was listening to a lecture as recorded in the textbook... But the look on his face was very painful...
"You! You! Don't you claim to be a teacher? You actually do something to your own students! You! My father is a member of the school board. I must ask my father to expel you!" The boy lost control of his body and suddenly became violent.
Somewhat flustered, I shouted loudly.
"Do it? No, no, I'm just teaching you the correct posture for listening to the class. Don't panic. This is a technique. After a while, you will naturally be able to control your body. But during this period, you have to be honest.
You have to listen carefully to the lecture, otherwise I will be unhappy, and if I am unhappy, you will be unlucky. This is the reason why the teacher's anger will be punished by the disciple." Le Pingfan was still smiling.
The other students in the class couldn't stop slandering in their hearts... What about the teacher's wrath, the disciples suffer... I have never heard such a nonsense...