back to being a teacher

Chapter 148 A Different Class Six
When I was dictating words the next day.

Zhang Fang found that every classmate had moved the books off their seats. There was only a dictation book on the table. Everyone looked confident...

This made Zhang Fang think that she was in the wrong class.

She glanced at the students in the class, then stepped back to look at the class cards.

"Is this class 6 of high school?"

Zhang Fang was a little hesitant. She felt that she was in the wrong class.

"Yes!"

The students in the classroom laughed.

Zhang Fang looked at the familiar faces in the classroom again, and then walked into the classroom.

"Yesterday we said we had to dictate words. Are you ready, students?"

"Ready!"

The students answered in unison.

"Ah Yureddy?"

Zhang Fang asked softly.

"Choke to death!"

The students spoke in unison again.

"aid!"

Zhang Fang read out the first word.

……

Zhang Fang, who was correcting words in the office, discovered for the first time that no one was wrong in the fifteen words?
Everyone writes very neatly, and the Chinese meaning of the word is also written at the back.

Even in the class after the dictation of words, everyone was very active. After class, people who endorsed the words were like Qing crossing the river, one after another.

Seeing Zhang Fang frowning, the teacher next to him smiled and said, "What's the matter, class [-]'s vocabulary is not going well this time?"

Zhang Fang shook his head: "It's not that I'm not doing well, it's that everyone is right!"

"That's all right? You're not cheating, right?!"

The teacher next to him was surprised.

"No, the students have all moved the books down. There is nothing on everyone's desk, and everyone is sitting there honestly, without even turning their heads!" Zhang Fang said softly.

"Really? When did Class [-] become so good?"

The other teacher also tilted his head when he heard the movement.

Zhang Fang shook his head and then exclaimed: "I don't know. Since yesterday afternoon, the students in their class have been like chicken blood. Everyone is very serious. No one deserted during the whole class. I was still a little nervous at that time." I couldn’t believe it, but I went down and checked the notes in the book!”

"Everyone's notes were done neatly, and what surprised me even more was that I had just assigned a text to memorize after class, and someone came to memorize it after the second class. Didn't you see it yesterday? Come on. Students looking for my endorsement..."

Several teachers nearby also remembered the scene yesterday. After every get out of class, someone came to Zhang Fang to endorse. Zhang Fang said that they were all from the same class, but they didn't believe it.

"How do you feel about class?"

one of the teachers asked.

"It's great. Everyone actively answers questions. The atmosphere in class is really great!"

Zhang Fang sighed.

Not only students want to meet good teachers, teachers also want to meet good students.

Which teacher didn't think about saving a wave of lost teenagers when he first joined the job?
But as time goes by, the hopelessness of those students and the indifference of their parents have caused many teachers to feel chilled...

You don’t want to study, do you?

Do you like to read or not!
You don’t want to take the exam, do you?

Do you like taking exams or not?
Like to sleep in class?Like speaking in class?If you like...you can do whatever you like. You are not my son. Why do you care so much?
So many teachers later started to practice Buddhism. After all, it is the teacher's responsibility to scold and scold if something goes wrong.

What's more, if students don't do well, parents will find trouble with teachers. If students don't want to study, parents will also find trouble with teachers.

The teacher has gradually become a doormat, and anyone can step on the teacher's head.

Gradually, many teachers began to go around, paying no attention to anything, leaving after class, checking the boxes of homework without even looking at it, and talking about themselves in class...

If you ask them about their original intention of becoming teachers, they will tell you that there is no original intention and they just need to protect themselves.

Next, not only Zhang Fang, but every teacher who went to class 6 (6) in high school found that the students in class [-] ([-]) seemed to be different people.

I am active in class, take notes carefully, and have perfect classroom discipline. No one is in a daze, slacks off, talks, or even clicks on anyone to answer what he just said.

Even Qin Meng found it a bit incredible. She felt that this was the classroom she dreamed of being a teacher. Every student listened carefully...

This made her think she was doing well in class, but she was laughed at by Fang Bai, and then Fang's waist was pinched purple again.

What can a good class atmosphere affect?
A good class atmosphere can affect everyone's learning status, even if this status is temporary.

Wu Zi looked at the classmates in the classroom with envy. Everyone was very motivated and the atmosphere was very good, but when he thought about it, his father would be back in a few days...

He couldn't stop sighing.

"Little fat man, why are you sighing?"

Fang Bai walked next to him and asked with a smile.

"Oh, teacher..."

Wu Zi didn't want to say more, but even if he didn't say much, Fang Bai knew what he meant.

As the days passed, his father was coming back.

"Today... let's go to your house and see if we can find some useful clues!"

Fang Bai thought for a while and said.

In fact, he has been thinking about it these days, but he has not found any good solution.

Wu Qiong is like a big mountain, which can make people breathless. There is nothing you can do against such a person!

"it is good!"

Wu Zi nodded.

Fang Bai had no classes in the afternoon, so he took Wu Zi and left the school.

The two of them took a taxi. Taxis at this time were not expensive, starting at only three yuan. You know, steamed dumplings now only cost three yuan a basket, and beef noodles only cost five yuan. A bowl with an egg only costs one yuan...

Fang Bai took Wu Zi directly to Wu Zi's home, the riverside villa area.

People who can buy a villa by the river at this time are either rich or expensive. It can be said that a villa here will cost many people all their money in a lifetime, or even more.

The transaction price of a villa here reached eight figures a year.

Fang Bai can only say that the rich will open the door for the rich, and the rich will come home.

The security guard at the gate seemed to know Wu Zi and did not stop him.

Wu Zi led Fang Bai into the villa very casually, directly fingerprinted, and then the door opened.

"Teacher Fang, you can just watch it. Anyway, it's like this. I don't have any hope anymore!"

Wu Zi changed into a pair of shoes, then took out a pair of slippers for Fang Bai, and lay down directly on the sofa at home.

This is Wu Zi’s home, but because her parents are often away from home, Wu Zi rarely comes back. Occasionally, a cleaner will come to clean it. Other than that, there is not even a nanny...

Fang Bai nodded and after putting on his shoes, "Can I go to your parents' room and take a look?"

"Teacher, you can look at it as you like, there's nothing valuable anyway!"

Wu Zi waved his hand.

(End of this chapter)