It will soon be lunch time, but the school is in full swing with texts and English.
Zhang Guimei walked with Chen Xing on the second floor, pointed at the students in the classroom and said: "This is the third year of high school. The college entrance examination will be next year. Like other schools, we here are strict with students who are about to take the college entrance examination."
Chen Xing had never experienced this stage before, so he used his camera to take pictures of the students in the classroom who were staring at the test papers.
There should be an English class in the classroom on the third floor. The teacher led the students to recite the words. Every time the female teacher said it, a group of students recited it. Chen Xing had just acquired English skills and felt that there was something wrong with the pronunciation.
But then I thought about it, maybe that’s how it was taught.
If you think about it carefully, the English taught in their junior high schools and higher vocational schools is actually different from what he thinks.
Teacher Zhang introduced students and teachers.
"Our school now has 21 teachers. Since I appeared on several programs in the past few years, the school's situation has also improved. We are thinking that after this year's students graduate, we will recruit 18 more teachers from the society." "Teaching such students should give teachers a sense of accomplishment."
He and Teacher Zhang were walking in the corridor outside the classroom like a homeroom teacher. From the perspective outside the window, they could clearly see the actions of most students, such as whether anyone was sleeping, reading novels, playing with mobile phones, etc.
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But no one is making any small moves, they are all listening carefully.
Zhang Guimei said with a smile: "The children are all good children and understand their own situation. At least in our school there are very few students from outside who are willing to fall for themselves."
The environment is very important. Even a lazy student who has been exposed to various exams for a long time will start to work hard unconsciously.
"Last year we had 159 candidates, nine junior college students, seventy one-year courses, and seventeen with a score of 600 or above. This is a good result for Huaping County, and it is already a good result for girls in mountainous areas.
The best result, many people are praising it, but I am not satisfied."
"Is it already good?"
There are more than 150 people, and half of them have read one book, so what about the other two and three?
If it were any other school, they would definitely be happy.
"I'm not dissatisfied with the students, I just feel that with their efforts, it's really not worth it to study for two or three books."
Chen Xing took a picture of a girl writing at her desk outside the window. There were stacks of books on her desk.
He wanted to ask something, but the bell rang.
The teacher looked at the time and said: "get out of class is over."
The students stood up and shouted: "Goodbye, teacher!"
Chen Xing has not seen this kind of scene for a long time. The higher vocational school he works for does not like this. In other words, most higher vocational schools, junior colleges, etc. will not stand up after class to say goodbye to the teacher. When they enter
From the moment I entered a higher vocational college, I was already half a member of society.
Students in red school uniforms filed out, and when they saw Zhang Guimei standing outside the classroom, they shouted: "Teacher Zhang."
"Hello, Teacher Zhang!"
Zhang Guimei nodded and said, "Go ahead and eat."
Then he said to Chen Xing: "Let's go too and take you to the cafeteria. I like the photos you took very much. When you take photos of our place this time, you must send me a set of photos first."
, I’ll put it in my office.”
Chen Xing smiled and said: "That's for sure."
When we were in Chunmanzhai before, everyone would only say that Chen Xing’s photos were beautiful. Only Mr. Zhang, a cultural person, could speak meaningfully about what makes Chen Xing’s photos beautiful.
On the way, Chen Xing asked: "Has Song Shulan come back to class?"
"Not yet. She has to go home first and then come to school again. She has wasted so much time without going to class. I don't know if she can keep up with the progress after arriving at school."
"Are her grades good?"
"At a mid-level level, if you work harder, you can still get into the book."
Chen Xing was speechless. So Song Shulan could have published a book even if she worked hard?
Then how bad would I have to be to not even be able to go to high school?
If he didn't think back carefully, he would have almost forgotten what happened back then. Chen Xing's personality now is very different from when he was young. If you reduce his current age and compare him with his childhood self, it would be difficult to guess that they are the same person.
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Teacher Zhang suddenly said to a few chatting students: "Run up, run up, chat and do whatever you want to do here, aren't you hungry? If not, go back and memorize the text."
Several girls were startled and ran away quickly.
When the two walked into the cafeteria, the noise inside suddenly stopped, and everyone stopped chatting in unison.
Zhang Guimei wanted to help Chen Xing prepare meals, but Chen Xing quickly did it himself. He had just graduated from school and was quite proficient in preparing meals in the cafeteria, but their school did not have such strict rules.
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Sitting down in an empty space, Chen Xing said: "I can see that you have a high reputation in the school."
"Prestige is useless, I just hope they study hard."
The girls sitting around looked over frequently. As a boy of almost the same age as them, Chen Xing was so handsome and had a camera, which made them all curious.
Who doesn’t like to see handsome guys and beauties?
Zhang Guimei glanced at it and didn't stop her. After all, the girls didn't say anything either.
Chen Xinggang had just eaten, so he didn't pack much food. He mainly tasted the food in the cafeteria.
There are only a few dishes, just two dishes and a soup, but the taste is really good, better than most restaurants outside. Although the dishes are small, there are meat and vegetables, and the nutrition is balanced, which will not delay the students' physical growth.<
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Eat without talking, sleep without talking.
This is Zhang Guimei’s request for the students.
But this rule is not set for traditional politeness, but to make them think more about their studies. During this period, making friends, family and friendship are all secondary things, and nothing is more important than grades.<
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She said to Chen Xing: "No matter how hard and tiring it is, only three years is better than a lifetime of hard work and ignorance."
"I understand, Teacher Zhang, I have been thinking lately that I wish I had met you."
The school is not big, and there are even fewer places to take pictures.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the two of them were already sitting in Teacher Zhang's office. Teacher Zhang made Chen Xing a cup of tea brought by his students and said, "Many young people like to drink drinks now and don't want to drink tea."
Plant something with a bitter taste."
Chen Xing took a sip.
It's a bit bitter.
However, after suffering, there will be a sweetness. Perhaps this is the reason why many people like tea.
Chen Xing heard the students reading English again.
There are also people who read the text in Mandarin, but Chen Xing is not sensitive to Mandarin now, and his teacher still teaches entirely in Sichuan dialect, which doesn't matter, but the English teacher got the pronunciation of the words wrong, so he can still be a teacher
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Chen Xing said: "Aluminum, the English teacher said it is metal aluminum, but shouldn't this word be pronounced aluminum?"
Teacher Zhang looked at Chen Xing doubtfully and said, "You are good at English, and you are not very old. Have you ever considered taking the college entrance examination and going to university?"
"What?"
"The aluminum you read is the pronunciation and word of American English, and what we teach is British English. In fact, I am not very proficient in English. I can understand it, but I can't speak it at all. You seem to be much better than me.
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That’s right.
Chen Xing laughed twice.
He thought he had found a flaw in the English teacher, but it turned out that he had too little knowledge.
