The news about Zhang Zhong's opening of classes spread quickly in Jiangyang University. Wang Xi was not prepared to make a big splash, so he only posted a piece of news about the elective courses on the official website.
Wang Xi was a little worried when he saw no one signed up at the beginning. He thought that if no one signed up later, he would announce it on the official Weibo, at least until the classroom is full.
Considering that it was Zhang Zhong's first time teaching, a small classroom was arranged. The type of small classroom that could only accommodate up to 80 people was limited to 44 people.
However, Wang Xi knew that elective courses were different from lectures. The classroom was in the teaching building and no ticket was required to enter. The students had long legs and no one could stop them if they wanted to see it.
In fact, Wang Xi's prediction was not wrong. In the afternoon of the next day, before the class started, the classroom was already full of people. Except for the seats, there was no room left. The door and aisles were crowded with students.
Wang Xi arrived early in order to prevent any accidents. He took a roster and called the names one by one. He first let those who signed up for the course enter the classroom and sit down, and then let a group of people in in order.
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When Zhang Zhong arrived, there was a burst of cheers in the classroom, but order was maintained fairly well.
Taking the roster from Wang Xi, Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm afraid there are more than forty-four people."
"The students are very enthusiastic, and it is impossible for us to drive them away." Wang Xi said with a smile.
Zhang Dian nodded: "Well, pay attention to safety."
He looked down and thought that in the first class, there were more curious people, so they came to watch, and next time there wouldn't be so many people.
Zhang Zhong raised his hand to signal, and the originally noisy classroom became quiet.
"Although it is an elective course, everyone should have noticed that this course does not have a name, so the lecture content will be relatively casual. Basically, I will lecture on whatever comes to my mind. Therefore, please do not have too high expectations.
What kind of life lessons can you get from me? Okay, let’s talk about literature in the first class. Before the lecture, I would like to ask everyone here who is a student in the School of Liberal Arts."
Two students raised their hands, and Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Okay, you two can go out now. It's hard to lie to those who know what they're doing."
The two students who raised their hands suddenly froze and didn't know what to do. The other students were a little confused. Did they drive the students out?
Zhang Zhong smiled again and said, "Of course I'm joking."
Hearing Zhang Zhong's words, the audience burst into laughter. Although they had seen Zhang Zhong's humor in the last speech, they had never thought that Zhang Zhong was also very good at such things as being clever.
After joking and livening up the classroom atmosphere a little, Zhang Zhong said, "I want to talk to you about literature and life first. So, what is literature? In my understanding, literature is an art that uses language and writing as the medium.
As far as it is an art, it has something in common with music, pictures, sculptures and anything called art: the author must have a unique perception of life, and this perception must have a unique expression. This perception is similar to
Expression, that is, content and form, must be integrated and integrated into a living and harmonious whole, which can make..."
Zhang Zhong was talking eloquently on the podium, and the two students from the School of Literature were scratching their heads as they listened, thinking that the lesson the teacher in this photo was talking about seemed to be deeper than the lesson taught by their literature teacher. What was going on?
After talking for a while, Zhang Zhong stopped his lecture and asked the students below, "Is my lecture a little tight?"
Most of what he said comes from Zhu Guangqian's talk about literature. The wording is very compact and the language is very concise. It is not comparable to ordinary teaching plans.
That's why he was worried that the non-literature majors below him wouldn't be able to chew.
Seeing their confused expressions, Zhang Zhong knew the answer, and then said, "Okay, then I will sort out the previous content for you."
The so-called combing is to add some nonsense to the words just said to make it easier for students to understand.
In fact, when Wang Xi approached him to give lectures at first, he refused, but after thinking about it, he agreed because he felt that in addition to works such as novels and poems, he could also teach him some academic things on earth.
Students listen.
He has read a lot and has a good memory. Although he cannot repeat everything verbatim, he can still talk about it in general.
Even if nothing else is taught, Zhu Guangqian's talk about literature alone would be enough for Zhang Zhong to talk about for a long time. If the courses were arranged more sparsely, he might not be able to finish them in a few semesters.
For example, what he just said about "Literature and Life" will probably take several class hours to finish. There is also "verbal" after that. If it is not extended, it can be finished in one or two classes, but if it is extended a little, it may take more than one class period.
Double it several times.
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After the whole class was over, Zhang Zhong only talked about half of "Literature and Life". He didn't talk about the main text for a long time, and spent the rest of the time explaining, such as expression and form. He spent a lot of time just talking about these two words.
Because it is a public elective course, none of the people here are majoring in literature. If the people sitting below were all majoring in literature, Zhang Zhong should be able to relax a little more.
"Okay, get out of class is over."
After Zhang Zhong said that get out of class was over, the students remained motionless. He nodded to Wang Xi, who had been sitting in front, and then walked out of the classroom.
Wang Xi also followed immediately.
"Teacher Zhang, you were so humble before. This literature class is not easy." Wang Xi couldn't help but admired as he walked beside Zhang Zhong.
He was both excited and surprised, because he had never thought that Zhang Zhong had such profound attainments in academic research.
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "I just have a good memory, it's nothing."
What he meant was that he was just borrowing from Master Zhu Guangqian's achievements, which really didn't count. But Wang Xi got it wrong and sighed, "Teacher Zhang is very knowledgeable and knowledgeable. It's admirable. I see you can't stop talking during class."
I didn’t bring any lesson plans with me, which is not something ordinary people can do.”
"Teacher Wang is too praised."
Zhang Zhong chatted with Wang Xi for a while, looked at the time, and said, "Teacher Wang, I have some things to do, so I will go back first."
"Oh, okay, Teacher Zhang, you go back first." Wang Xi nodded repeatedly, then thought of something and said, "Then what are our arrangements for the next class?"
"Let's see first. If we have time, we can still have a class this week."
Zhang Zhong now feels that it is good to come to class when he has nothing to do. He often hangs out with young people, and his own mentality can become younger. However, he cannot just attend class, after all, he still has a lot of things to do.