The weather in your province is two months later than other places. Winter begins in November, and January and February are the coldest.
When Fang Jing was wandering outside the classroom before, he saw many students shaking their feet while attending class.
But this was just because others were cold. Looking at his thick jacket, Director Cao could only hold back the words "Put on more clothes."
Under the rostrum were several county reporters, holding cameras and snapping pictures. It was said that today's content was going to be broadcast on Chengdu TV station. Although many people had not watched this TV station, it did not hinder his authority.
"Good morning, classmates and teachers!"
"Whoosh whoosh!!!"
As soon as the principal finished speaking, there was a burst of thunderous applause.
"Although the weather is a bit cold, let's hold on. I will talk for a few minutes. First of all, everyone applauds to welcome your senior Fang Jing and our reporter friends."
The applause this time was even more enthusiastic. Many students' hands were red from the clapping. The brave ones called out Fang Jing's name. The class teacher in the front row glared at him and immediately buried his head and said nothing.
"We are about to face the final exam. Before that, we specially invited your graduating seniors to come back to cheer you up. I think it is necessary here..."
The principal still had the same temper. He spoke for several minutes and almost didn't make it into class. Just as he finished speaking, the vice-principal stood up with four or five pages of manuscript paper in his hand.
Even Fang Jing felt sleepy, not to mention the students below. They all started whispering to each other, and some even took out their mobile phones to secretly take pictures.
"Fang Jing, say a few words of encouragement to your juniors."
Half an hour later, it was finally Fang Jing's turn to speak.
"Well... First of all, I want to thank the school for its cultivation. Without the care of teachers and leaders, I might not be where I am today, and I wouldn't even be able to finish junior high school."
"My family was not in good condition. I was hungry every day and would go to the office to eat and drink. Thank you to the teachers for their tolerance and generosity."
"And the principal, when I didn't go to high school that year, he came to visit me at home and gave me financial support. I have always kept this feeling in my heart and I dare not forget it..."
When Yang Ning was in the company, she hired someone to train Fang Jing on how to treat others, dining etiquette and daily communication.
Among them, speaking in public is a top priority. What can be said and what cannot be said are all warned one by one.
Yang Ning even asked Xiao Wenjing to imitate a reporter and ask him questions, asking some tricky questions that could easily arouse criticism.
This caused Fang Jing to subconsciously get confused as soon as he opened his mouth. He had drafted the words he just said twice, otherwise the original intention would have been to thank the school leaders one by one for selling hot and sour noodles at the school gate.
After a while, seeing that the atmosphere was a bit loose and the students were all listless, Fang Jing changed his tone and said easily:
"Teacher Xu used to say that if you learn Chinese well, you can use it wherever you go. At that time, I didn't believe it. Isn't Chinese just about writing essays and memorizing texts? I ranked first in the exam every time. When I got home, I was digging soil and growing vegetables."
"Some time ago, I met a very knowledgeable person and told him this, and he laughed."
"Guess what he said?"
The students on the playground thought for a few seconds and then shook their heads. No one spoke, "How can we know if you don't say it? Besides, there are so many school leaders, who dares to say it?"
Fang Jing seemed to have known this outcome, and continued: "We were over there in Shacheng, and we had dinner together in the evening."
"He said, green ants have newly fermented wine, a small red clay stove, it is snowing in the evening, how can I have a drink? This situation and scene, this is Chinese language, and uneducated people will only say, come on, have another drink
."
"When literati see dusk and the sun sets in the west, they will say that the setting clouds and the solitary owl are flying together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. Instead of just saying that the scenery is so beautiful."
"When you see a beautiful woman, you will say that there is a beauty. You will never forget her. If you don't see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy. Instead of just saying, "Date?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Not only the students, but also several teachers on the stage were amused by Fang Jing's words.
"As expected of Teacher Xu, the students he teaches are just different." The teacher next to him joked.
Xu Li shook her head, "He used to teach himself, and I didn't teach him much."
At that time, Fang Jing had to earn living expenses and help take care of the family from time to time. He didn't have much time to study every day. He never opened a book after class.
He would memorize all the ancient poems and essays as soon as the textbooks were issued for each semester. The two lifetimes had not only enhanced his understanding, but also his memory. It took him only a few minutes to memorize one article, and it took him two or three hours to memorize it all.
In Chinese class, he read mathematics, English, and extracurricular books. Xu Li approached him several times about this matter, but Fang Jing gave up after reciting several texts to be tested.
Without him, those Xu Li haven't even started teaching yet.
“Dingle bell bell bell!!”
The bell rang, and before anyone knew it, the class was over. Fang Jing had already finished speaking, and the microphone was handed over to another leader.
Many students were stamping their feet because of the cold. Fang Jing also saw a few students who were wearing scant clothes and had runny noses and kept sniffing.
In the middle of winter, some students were still wearing cloth shoes. It looked like they were from nearby villages and towns, just like him back then.
"Director Cao, have the number of poor students in our school decreased in recent years?" Fang Jing turned around and asked softly.
"Yes! As the country develops, there are fewer poor households, but many surrounding rural areas are still very poor."
"How many schools are there?"
Director Cao thought for a few seconds and said in a deep voice: "About three hundred, accounting for one-fifth of the entire school."
No. 2 Middle School is the best junior high school in the county. Many children from wealthy families are crowded here. It is no exaggeration to say that three hundred poor people can squeeze in and have thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge.
Fang Jing said nothing, lowered his head to think for a while, and even took out his mobile phone to calculate.
Director Cao's eyes lit up, he vaguely thought of something, and his face was filled with relief.
"Do you think this will work? I will spend 600,000 yuan every year as poverty stipends for these 300 students. Each semester, as long as one person's grades reach 800 for the average, and 1,000 for the outstanding."
"There are as many people as there are people. If you don't have enough money, please contact me. If you have any leftover, you can keep it for the second semester."
"Okay!" Director Cao was overjoyed, "Fang Jing, I would like to thank you on behalf of these three hundred students."
Although Fang Jing said that he had to study above average to get 800, how bad could a student who can get into No. 2 Middle School be?
Especially students from disadvantaged families, although their family conditions are not good, their grades are definitely top-notch, and they work harder than ordinary children.
The standard customized by Fang Jing is like giving away money one by one, and almost everyone can get it.
"Director Cao, thank you for the award. This is what I should do."
A semester lasts for four months, and a thousand yuan is only 250 yuan per month on average. Whether this amount of money is too much or too little depends on who uses it.
Fang Jing is someone who has been here. When he ate in the school cafeteria, he ate for two and a half yuan a meal, and the meals were free. He never paid more than three hundred in a month.
It's not that he doesn't want to make more money. He's in the entertainment industry and there's no tomorrow. He might be out of business at some point and he won't have any money by then.
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