After whispering reminders to their friends, everyone sat upright.
This is the right state.
Looking at the pairs of eyes eager for knowledge in the audience, Ding Kailing smiled, lightly lifted her woolen coat that almost reached the floor, and walked onto the podium.
"Okay, everyone," Ding Kailing put down her textbook, clapped her hands gently, and walked slowly and elegantly to the right side of the podium, "What day is it today?"
The crowd chanted, "Saturday."
Zheng Yifan took out his ears, glanced at the female teacher next to Wang Xinyi, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to chat?"
Fang Di smiled and said, "This is a routine. Slowly, you will get used to it."
Habit? Zheng Yifan put his hands in his pockets and leaned back. They just needed to get used to it. He didn't care.
"Oh, it's already Saturday." Ding Kailing glanced around with a look of realization, "I thought it was Friday."
"I thought it was Monday." Someone in the classroom immediately booed, causing a burst of laughter.
Zheng Yifan turned around and recognized Su Lei! Sitting at the back of Xiaoyu's row.
"I thought it was still Monday, and I wanted to take the Chinese teacher's class every day." "Me too, me too." "Me too." The classroom instantly became excited.
pjing!
Zheng Yifan glanced at the students who were like frying pans, then looked sideways at Fang Di, "Do you like this teacher very much?"
"Of course." Fang Di laughed softly, "I don't just like it."
"Huh?" Zheng Yifan laughed, "What do you mean?"
"The idol of boys and the role model of girls." Fang Di said with a smile.
Such an elegant and beautiful female teacher who likes to chat, she hopes to have a dozen!
It's a pity that there are only four, and two are temporarily seconded!
"We are not tired at all." A strange voice suddenly appeared in the boiling voice.
Zheng Yifan looked back and saw this person, Du Xiaofeng!
He was there yesterday, and I heard from Principal Cao that he was a kid with a background!
Why is my IQ so off-line?!
Zheng Yifan turned around and saw Fang Di taking out a sketchbook from the drawer, spreading it on the table, and taking out some pencils from the drawer.
Hmm? Is she ready to draw?
Feeling Zheng Yifan's gaze, Fang Di took a pencil and tried it on the notebook. He turned his head and looked at Zheng Yifan, "What's wrong?"
"What are you..." Zheng Yifan glanced at the sketchbook.
"Yeah." Fang Di nodded, which is what you saw, "Huahua."
Is this okay? Zheng Yifan glanced at the podium. The distance was too close, less than three meters.
He looked at the beautiful teacher standing next to Wang Xinyi. The man looked around with a smile, but when he glanced at the rows behind him, he looked away again.
His handsomeness was ignored for the first time!
No, this is the third time.
Zheng Yifan glanced to the left of the classroom. Xiao Yu was lowering his head, not knowing what he was writing.
Good student, not bad!
Zheng Yifan glanced at the little plague god in front of the beautiful teacher, huh?
He didn't see his face, only the back of his head turned sideways.
"The little plague god," Zheng Yifan paused and tapped Fang Di's desk, "Are you so casual in class?"
"Yeah." Fang Di responded, changed a pencil, and continued to draw.
Learned a lot.
This No. 2 painter and the little plague god who showed the back of his head to the teacher are more promising than him!
How disrespectful to the beautiful teacher!
He no longer wants to attend class, but he will still look at the teacher in class to show respect.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a few pairs of eyes looking at him secretly on the left.
Zheng Yifan raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled slightly. Well, he should just quietly be a handsome man.
He looked at Fang Di, then looked sideways at the two girls in the front row. They looked at the textbooks spread out in front of them meekly.
"Hiss," Zheng Yifan took a breath of cold air. It's so cold. Why is the front door not closed?
"Classmate," Zheng Yifan called softly, "the classmate in front of me."
Huh? Is your hearing so dull?
Zheng Yifan glanced at the beautiful teacher who walked next to Wang Xiaoxiao, stood up, quickly closed the door gently, and returned to his seat.
"Where are the rest of you," Ding Kailing said with a smile, glancing at the tall boy who left his seat, "Are you tired?"
Students, "..."
Tired? Of course you are. But you are not tired from chatting.
After saying "I'm not tired", the classroom burst into laughter again.
"Okay, since we're not tired, let's chat for a while and gossip." Ding Kailing retreated to Wang Xinyi's side again and glanced at Zheng Yifan's position, "Hey, our class has added a new member?"
Zheng Yifan curled his lips, turned his head and looked at Fang Di's painting.
I just noticed him now.
Huh? What did the teacher say, gossip?
Zheng Yifan turned his head and glanced at the beautiful teacher. Is there any teacher who talks openly about gossip?
He couldn't have gone to the wrong classroom, right? In the second year of high school (grade 5), the Chinese language that ranked first in the grade group came out like this.
The eyes of all the students also shifted in an instant.
Well, new member!
I don’t know how many new classes I can take!
"Okay," Ding Kailing smiled and saw the surprise flashing in Zheng Yifan's eyes, "Let's gossip for a while and then get to know the new transfer student."
Everyone, "Transfer student?"
That's a transfer student, okay?
Zheng Yifan, "..."
Transfer student? He is obviously just an auditor, okay!
Wait, what did the teacher say? Bagua first? Bagua, what hexagram! Isn’t gossip the same thing as knowing him?!
"Did you elect a new class committee member yesterday?" Ding Kailing turned around gracefully, and her large woolen windbreaker spun out into a circle of beautiful texture, and then slowly fell down.
"Yes." Someone responded immediately.
"Recreation committee member, who is it?"
Ding Kailing smiled, looked around, and stopped next to Wang Xinyi's seat.
"Wang Xinyi." "It's Wang Xinyi." "Xinyi's singing platform." Someone immediately started to boo.
"It's me." Wang Xinyi stood up and looked at Ding Kailing with a cute and innocent look on her face.
"Yeah." Ding Kailing responded and looked at Wang Xinyi, "How many songs by Liqun Deng do you know?"
"I..." Wang Xinyi's words were snatched away before she could say them out.
"Teacher Ding, Wang Xinyi can sing any song."
"Yes, yes, Xinyi's song ordering station is about to begin, everyone." Su Lei shouted at the top of his voice, "Teacher Ding, please order some songs."
"Oh!" Ding Kailing smiled and looked at Wang Xinyi, "Is that okay? Yuemanxilou, okay?"
"Yeah." Wang Xinyi nodded and hummed softly:
"Autumn with the fragrance of red lotus root and the lingering jade mat / Lightly undressing Luo Shang and boarding the orchid boat alone / Who in the clouds sends a brocade book / When the wild goose comes back, the moon is full in the west tower / The flowers are floating and the water is flowing..."
Wang Xiaoxiao then gently reconciled.
Ding Kailing glanced around the classroom and saw many students gently echoing, "If you know how to sing, let's sing together."
"A kind of longing for two people and sorrow/This feeling can't be eliminated/It's only on my brows, but it's on my heart/But it's on my heart..."
Zheng Yifan looked at a classroom of narcissistic people and turned his head.
This is aesthetic, and he is also drunk.
The two little ones with louder voices can still sing in tune. Are the others singing?
He was clearly reciting words!
In the sound of reciting each word, the honest voice of his silly brother was particularly obvious.
Is this a class?
Zheng Yifan twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his hands to rest on the table, and rubbed his temples very seriously:
From this moment on, he began to hate the word gossip.
"Okay. Good singing." Ding Kailing clapped her hands, "Wang Xinyi, please sit down, thank you for your hard work."
"You sing so well." "It's so nice." "Wow, you can sing too." "Who can't sing?" The people in the classroom instantly became excited again, complimenting each other and narcissistically.
"This song is..." Ding Kailing stopped mid-sentence and looked around, as if waiting for a response.
"Li Qingzhao's words." Everyone responded.
"Well, very good," Ding Kailing said with a smile, "What is the full name of this poem?"
"'A cut of red plum blossoms, fragrant lotus root and residual jade mat in autumn.'" Everyone laughed.
"I've learned it a long time ago." "I almost forgot." "Just reviewing it."
Zheng Yifan glanced at the book in front of him. Isn't the book he wants to study today "The Rain, the Bell, the Chilling Cicada" by Liu Yong?
Could it be that this beautiful teacher took the wrong textbook?
"Okay, let's review some knowledge about Li Qingzhao." Ding Kailing laughed.
The classroom was filled with excitement: "Female poet of the Song Dynasty." "Representative of the Wanyue Ci School." "Known as the most talented woman throughout the ages." "No. Yi An Jushi, author of "The Collected Works of Yi An Jushi"." "Husband Zhao Mingcheng."
"Hahaha." "Father Li Gefei."
"Is there anything else?" Ding Kailing said with a smile, turned around and walked towards the podium.
"Yes, we once learned her words, which represent..."
"Well, not bad, what else is there?" Ding Kailing walked forward slowly and elegantly, lightly lifted her woolen coat, and walked onto the podium.
All living beings, "..."
Do we still need to gossip about Li Qingzhao’s love history?
"In order to be known as the 'Queen of Ci Country', she once 'possessed more Ci in the south of the Yangtze River and more literary works in the North'." A voice came, clear and unhurried, overpowering the whispers.
Who is it? We all know this!
Zheng Yifan looked at the sound and was slightly startled.
"She said that she dreamed of Chang'an in vain and recognized the road to Chang'an; she said that this year, everywhere in the world, Xiao Xiao's temples are blooming; she said that one should be a hero in life and a hero in death; she pioneered the patriotic creation of female writers,
She left a shining example of female patriotism for future generations."
The classroom instantly became quiet, and only the clear and unhurried voice could be heard in the classroom.
"The style of poetry is graceful and graceful, and there are many poets, including Liu Yong."
After He Shiling finished speaking, she turned her head away from the window again. The sky was very cloudy and it was probably going to rain.
"That's very good." Ding Kailing smiled, "You continue to enjoy the scenery, and we will continue."
Zheng Yifan, "..."
Continue to enjoy the scenery? This is approved, you are disrespectful!
“With regard to Li Qingzhao’s literary common sense, emotion in his works, and appreciation of images, we will review it here for the time being.”
Ding Kailing smiled, raised her delicate hand slightly, gently picked up a piece of chalk, and looked around the classroom.
"Next, please open the textbook to page ten. What you are going to study today is"
"Liu Yong's "Yulin Ling"." All the beings responded.
"Okay." Ding Kailing turned around gracefully and wrote the words "Yulin Ling Liu Yong" on the blackboard.
The words are just like the people! Zheng Yifan looked at the bold and vigorous handwriting on the blackboard and couldn't help but take a second look at Ding Kailing. It was indeed Yun Ling's Black Peony!
It’s been seven or eighty-nine minutes of class, and we’ve just gotten to the point!
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