School starts at 8:30, and students usually arrive at 8:00 because there are still 20 minutes of morning reading.
As soon as Fang Jing entered the door, he became the focus of the whole class. Dozens of pairs of eyes were all staring at him. It was not because of how handsome he was, but because of his pure teenage heart.
"This kid is average-looking and not as handsome as me. Why doesn't anyone ask me to be on TV? It's unfair!"
“Brother, we’ve just had a few dishes, and you’re so drunk that you don’t even urinate and look in the mirror before going out. Even though you have a rake-like face and you have the nerve to say you’re handsome, do you want to lose face?
I would say that the new classmates are quite energetic, with good facial features, and they are not short either, but they are a bit darker."
"Wow! Grab this handsome boy, and no one of you will fight with me for a while." A girl with acne on her face had stars in her eyes.
"Poor country boys, whoever likes them wants them, we don't like them."
"That is, if you are good-looking, can you make a living? In the future, you will not be a bricklayer."
There was a lot of chatter, the students were whispering to each other, and the classroom was buzzing.
"Bang! Bang! Quiet!"
The head teacher, Zhang Yan, stood on the podium and knocked the eraser hard on the table. The sound immediately disappeared and the writing could be heard.
There are cameras filming, and their every word and deed will be broadcast on TV. In order to avoid any bad influence, the black-faced god said hello two days ago that anyone who dares to make him unhappy this week will be punished this semester.
Not happy either.
"Let me introduce to you, this is Fang Jing, a new student in our class. Everyone welcomes her with applause!"
The audience burst into cheers, and several boys' tables were banged. Zhang Yan looked at him with a killing look, and immediately buried his head in silence, not daring to make any mistakes.
"Haha! Don't be nervous, Fang Jing. You will all be classmates from now on. Come over and say a few words to let everyone get to know each other."
After clearing his throat, Fang Jing walked onto the stage and said, "Good morning, classmates. My name is Fang Jing. I am seventeen years old and I come from your province. Friends who have seen the Metamorphosis Meter should know what I am here for.
I would like to thank the program team for making me very lucky to be here and spend a week of happy life with you all.
I’m new here, so please forgive me if I’m offended in any way, thank you!”
Wow! The audience burst into applause at this moment, whether it was sincere or not.
"Fang Jing, tell me a few more words. Your self-introduction is too short. Tell me about your hobbies or living habits."
Zhang Yan did not let Fang Jing go. He smiled and asked him to talk more. In fact, this was also what the program team asked for.
Because Fang Jing’s introduction has no highlights at all and does not reflect the style of a mountain village child at all. What should we do at this time? Be different and cry miserably! As miserable as it is.
"Uh! Okay, let me say a few more words. My home is in the mountains and transportation is inconvenient. The nearest middle school is 40 kilometers away from our village.
I have to go home every week. Well, I have to walk. I have no choice. I am short of money, so if there is any 800-meter long-distance running in school, please come to me.
When I got home, I helped with the farm work. At the end of the day, my back was sore and I didn’t want to move when I was lying down. The noble sentiments like Li Mi’s ox horn hanging scroll are destined to miss me..."
He spoke eloquently for more than ten minutes, and the students in the audience became more and more sad as they listened, "There are no quiet years, but there are people who carry the burden for you." Several girls shed tears when they heard this sentence.
Not all students in the class come from wealthy families, some live in rural areas, and their conditions are not much better than Fangjing. They relied on hard work and countless days and nights to get the opportunity to study in this school.
"Ahem! It's almost done. If you have any ideas, let's go down and discuss them. Your English teacher has been standing there for a long time." Zhang Yan interrupted Fang Jing.
"Wang Qiang, you are the monitor, and you have to take care of your new classmates, do you understand?"
"Don't worry, teacher, it's all right!" Wang Qiang said ok with a smile. He comes from the three northeastern provinces and speaks pure Northeastern dialect to guide the class in the oral direction. We chatted with him for less than half an hour, and no one was off track.
Fang Jing was placed in the last row, not because he didn't have a seat, but because the camera wanted to capture him at any time. If he was in the front, the staff would block the view of other students.
"stand up!"
"Hello, teacher!"
"Now please turn the book to page forty-six."
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After a class, Jia Chun couldn't wait to turn around and chat with his new classmates.
"Hello, classmate, my name is Jia Chun. If you have anything you don't understand in the future, you can ask me."
"Hello, my name is Fang Jing."
"Hehe! I know you are from the countryside! But don't worry, I never look at whether he has money when making friends, because no matter how rich he is, he is not as rich as I am."
Fang Jing was stunned. When was the last time he heard such pretentious words?
"What a coincidence. Like you, I never look at whether the other person has money when making friends, because no matter how poor he is, he is not as poor as I am."
"Hahaha! You're such an interesting person. Don't leave for a while between classes. I'll treat you to snacks."
…
Fang Jing mingled with many classmates throughout the morning. Perhaps out of curiosity, everyone was very interested in his experience.
When he heard Fang Jing say that their village had only received electricity in the past few years, Jia Chun's eyes widened, as if he was seeing an alien.
But I heard that there is a river in their village with clear water and you can swim every summer. Jia Chun was envious again.
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There was music class in the afternoon. The music teacher who was often sick finally returned to class, and the students cheered.
Jia Chun kept thanking Fang Jing, saying that it was because of him. If this program had not been on TV, the music teacher might still be sick like the physical education teacher.
"What a jasmine flower."
"What a jasmine flower."
"The jasmine flowers are not as white as the snow when they bloom."
"I am willing to pick one and wear it."
"I'm afraid that others will laugh at me."
…
The music teacher was a woman in her thirties. The classroom fell silent as soon as she opened her mouth. Fang Jing recognized that it was a Suzhou folk song.
Among the many versions of Jasmine, this one is also his favorite, sung by the Black Ducks in their previous life.
After the song was sung, the teacher began to teach everyone to read aloud, mainly correcting their mispronunciation.
The lyrics of a song are correct and the pronunciation is very demanding. In fact, singing is also the best Mandarin teacher.
In his previous life, Fang Jing didn't speak Mandarin well, so he practiced it by listening to a lot of songs and singing, so that he eventually became a host, singing and calling Lao Tie Liuliu every day.
After reading it several times to make sure there were no wrong sounds, the teacher began to teach everyone how to sing it sentence by sentence. Unfortunately, as soon as he started to speak, he started to cry like a ghost and howled like a wolf, and it was impossible to listen to it.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, all aspects of development are developing, and the voice is also very rough. Only girls are better.
Hearing such a shocking voice, the music teacher smiled bitterly and shook his head. This scene reminded her that when she first entered the music school, the whole class also roared like this.
"Stop, stop, stop! Please let my ears go for a while. They're numb. Singing requires skills. Don't use your throat to make sounds. It's too ugly.
Now everyone follow me and do it together. Open your mouth and take a deep breath. Is it cool at the back of your mouth and under your tongue?
That's called the cool breeze point. When you pronounce your voice, try to pronounce it from that point. It will sound much better when you sing like this."