back to being a teacher

Chapter 81 My grandfather is married
Second Love Snow coming to him can only be regarded as an episode in life.

It cannot have much impact on Fang Bai's teaching life.

Time flies and it’s the end of September.

According to the custom of high schools in Hunan Province, monthly examinations are conducted every month in high schools. This is to keep track of students' learning progress and facilitate teachers to adjust their teaching.

For the class teacher, every monthly exam is a competition. The class with good scores can not only bring honors to the class, but also bring bonuses to the class teacher...

The class that Fang Bai leads is just an ordinary class, not a top class.

Of course, the selection of ordinary classes will only be compared with ordinary classes.

"In this class, your class teacher is going to teach you how to write essays..."

As soon as class started, Qin Meng stood aside.

Because the monthly exam will be held in two days, every teacher will take one or two classes to sharpen their skills in the past two days.

"Oh, Teacher Fang is coming to teach us how to write compositions?"

"Teacher Qin, wouldn't you be unemployed then?"

"Teacher Fang can even teach composition?"

"What's so strange about this, Mr. Fang's ghost writing is so good, the composition is definitely not a problem!"

"Why don't Teacher Fang teach us how to write novels?"

"I think it works..."

The students below were talking one after another.

Not long after, Fang Bai walked in.

Then the classroom suddenly became quiet.

After Fang Bai's month-long training, this group of students already knew when to discuss and when not to discuss.

In short, it’s just a sentence: when the teacher speaks, I shut up; when the teacher shuts up, I speak!
"Okay, what about this class? Because I heard Teacher Qin say that he wants to teach you how to write essays. In order to make Teacher Qin less tired, this class... is just me!" Fang Bai didn't care. Spreading dog food and saying...

The people below all rolled their eyes, openly showing affection, and to make Teacher Qin less tired, why didn't you say that you would help Teacher Qin in all future classes? !

"Okay, okay, without further ado, let's get into today's main lesson!"

Fang Bai tapped the blackboard a few times with a ruler.

At this time, Qin Meng also moved a stool behind and sat down.

She is a new teacher and occasionally listens to other people's classes. Everyone's teaching methods are different, and each teacher's teaching method and teaching content are worth learning.

"What is our purpose in writing essays?"

Fang Bai first asked a very sharp question.

"Are you writing what you want to write?"

Then he questioned each student.

Most of the students nodded, others shook their heads.

"Wrong, you just write what you want to write. This is pure nonsense. Our goal is to get high scores!"

"For a 48-point essay, the marking teacher gave me 50 points. I was very satisfied. He gave me [-] points. I wish the marking teacher a long life. If he gave me more than [-] points, I would burn incense for the marking teacher when I got home..."

Fang Bai's flattering words made the whole class laugh.

"What is our purpose?"

Fang Bai asked again.

"Get a high score!"

The whole class answered in unison.

"That's right, get high scores!"

"But have you ever thought about how to get high scores?"

"Reveal your true feelings and come up with your own topic?"

"Don't talk nonsense. When I was in junior high school, I wrote about my grandfather's marriage. I was so happy. Then my class teacher beat me up and gave me zero points. After I got home, my dad saw my essay, along with my mother's Give me a mixed doubles game..."

"Later, my grandfather asked my father to catch me, and the crutches were broken."

Fang Bai's opening was like a stand-up comedy, which made the whole class laugh like crazy. Even Qin Meng, who was sitting in the back, couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing.

Lin Baiyun, who was recording videos with equipment, almost laughed under the table...

"I feel very sad. My grandfather is getting married and I am not happy. Am I still crying?"

Fang Bai sighed seriously.

His way of telling cross talk aroused the mood of the whole class. "Sigh... So you think it's useful to show your true feelings?"

Fang Bai sighed and asked again.

"It's useless!"

The whole class answered loudly.

"It's still somewhat useful..."

Fang Bai shook his hand, and then wrote the words "My Father" on the blackboard.

"For example, this topic, of course, is more commonly seen in primary and secondary schools. After high school, it is difficult to write about this topic again!"

"but!"

"If you were asked to write about this topic, how would you write it?"

Fang Bai asked, crossing his arms and looking at the students below with a smile.

"Forehead……"

At this time, many students were lost in thought.

"I guess most of the students have thought about writing about the death of their father?"

Fang Bai raised his eyebrows and looked at the classmates sitting below with a smirk.

At this time, many students' faces turned red.

They did think so...

"According to unreliable information, it was not made up by the teacher anyway. During the college entrance examination in a certain year, the topic was "My Father", and according to the marking teacher at that time, he could see a picture of his father in about every ten test papers. He's dead. Every fifth test paper you can see a picture of his father being disabled..."

As soon as these words came out, most of the students in the classroom laughed.

"What else does his father carry him on the mountain road, and leave all the food he can't bear to eat in order to save money..."

"In short, nearly 20.00% of the people here ended up writing about how they missed their father."

Fang Bai knocked on the blackboard, making the laughter in the classroom disappear without a trace.

"There is nothing wrong with showing your true feelings, but do you know that if you write like this, what will be the consequences?"

The students shook their heads.

"Aesthetic fatigue!"

Fang Bai said four words firmly.

"My father passed away and I miss my father very much. Is this wrong?"

The students shook their heads.

"I love my father, so I show my true feelings. I made it up... No, I almost cried when I wrote it. The marking teacher won't give me high marks?"

They shook their heads and laughed again.

"Clap clap clap!"

Fang Bai tapped the ruler on the blackboard a few times: "So the question is, why did the marking teacher give me forty points when my writing was so touching and affectionate?"

"Am I digressing? No!"

"Did I write poorly? No!"

"why?"

Fang Bai used self-questioning and self-answering methods to keep the students' attention.

They know that what Teacher Fang teaches is all practical stuff...

"Aesthetic fatigue!"

Fang Bai emphasized these words again.

"There are 40 people taking the college entrance examination in Hunan Province. Whatever you can imagine, others can also imagine. No matter how good you are in editing, there will always be similar essays. Even if you are making it up, others have actually experienced it!"

"Just like this question, no matter how well you write, no matter how great your writing is, even if every sentence you write is true and every sentence reveals your true feelings, what do you think the marking teacher will think when they see your composition?"

Fang Bai pointed at "My Father" on the black list with his ruler.

"Besides, your compositions are not that good!"

"Under such circumstances, it is basically impossible to get high scores. 42 points is the basic score of the college entrance examination. A score higher than this is considered an excellent composition, and a score lower than this is a failure..."

　I feel like this author really wants me to study hard...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)