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Chapter 2 It's Your Time

Zhang Yong stepped on the bell as usual and came to the door of the classroom. Looking at the students quietly waiting for class, he stepped onto the podium with a cold face, put the lesson plan on the desk, and opened it.

Zhang Yong, 41 years old, is the Chinese teacher of this class and also the leader of the school's Chinese team. He has been practicing for 20 years, and his level is very high. The detailed summary is that he has read a lot of books, has a wide range of knowledge, long working hours and rich experience.

This year is the No.20 year of his work, and it is also the No.11 graduation class he took. According to his experience, it is time for students to stabilize themselves, expand their knowledge, and grasp the key points. During the college entrance examination, students will definitely improve to a certain extent. It may be five or six points, or three or four points. No matter whether they have experienced the college entrance examination or not, who can say that they don’t know, this sesame-sized score can suppress thousands of tens of thousands. Candidates can determine the fate of one or more people, and the college entrance examination does not change a penny.

And what he is going to talk about today is the part of ancient poetry, which is a compulsory part of the exam, accounting for [-] to [-] points. Although the score is not very large, it is not easy to get a few points.After all, this is a test of students' literary accumulation and their own understanding.

In this regard, Zhang Yong figured out a method by himself, which is to let the students write their own poems, imitating the ancients to write their own poems, so that they can better understand.

"When you mention poetry, everyone's first impression is Tang poetry. That's right, Tang has developed poetry to its peak..." Standing on the podium, Zhang Yong began to talk eloquently, waving his arms from time to time to cooperate.

After a paragraph, Zhang Yong picked up the water glass and was about to take a sip to moisten his slightly dry throat, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw a student who was buried in the window at the back, frowning and drinking. Sip of water.Zhang Yongxin thought: "It's this time, and I haven't listened carefully, what do I want to do. Why didn't I see him before, it seems that I was too involved in speaking."

If it was in the previous class, Zhang Yong would never interrupt his lecture. At most, he would tell the head teacher of this class to let the head teacher handle it after class. It was only during this period, and it happened to be the end of his lecture.I couldn't bear the problem of the teacher's discipline, so I said a few words.

In his impression, this student was called Lin Feng, who didn't live in the school, and was a music student with a specialty. His grades were not very good, and he sometimes missed classes to learn music.It's just that I didn't expect that it was hard to see him not studying hard in class, and he was uniquely buried in his head.Those who don’t know think it’s studying hard!

Zhang Yong was a little annoyed, but the habits he had developed over the years prevented him from getting angry on the spot. The adolescent boy was just trying to save face, if he was directly called up to criticize him, he might have a rebellious mentality.

Zhang Yong thought about it carefully, and his inspiration flickered, "I will give a few topics, everyone think about it, and I will ask some students to come up and write a few songs to show." The two words are bright moon, snow and bamboo.

Everyone looked at it and thought quickly. The whole class was in a state of contemplation, except for Lin Feng who was still buried in his head.

Zhang Yong frowned again, this kid didn't respond yet.Then he stepped off the podium and walked towards Lin Feng.

At this time, Lin Feng was concentrating on looking through historical works, not the textbooks issued by the school, but bought by Chen Wen as a story club, why not buy a story club?Because the story will be too small, and if it is discovered in class, it will be told to the class teacher, and if it is a historical work, the teacher will at most teach a lesson, and will not tell the class teacher, and will not pass it on to the parents.

Lin Feng studied this boring historical work with the attitude of having a deep understanding of the world. In this short half hour, his thinking spanned several centuries. Although he only understood the two aspects of politics and literature, he Such a speed, he still felt a little satisfied. After all, not everyone could have this speed, and it was not easy to cultivate it after studying on Earth for so many years.

Suddenly, he felt that someone came to him, and he was about to lift the book under his arm when he was taken away.

"Ok?"

"Ok?"

It was two voices, from Zhang Yong and Lin Feng respectively.

"History books? In Chinese class, you are actually reading history." Zhang Yong was very annoyed in his heart.

Lin Feng was fascinated by reading, when suddenly the book was gone and he was about to have a seizure, when he looked up, he saw Zhang Yong staring at him with his eyes open, he was busy and swallowed his words, this is not his office on earth.

Zhang Yong felt very unfortunate. In his opinion, it had been a long time since no one challenged his dignity as a teacher.However, due to his good moral quality, Zhang Yong did not lose his temper. Instead, he calmed down and said coldly: "This student, in Chinese class, you are reading history, so it is up to you whether you can read Chinese in history class." Do you think you are stable enough?"

He paused for a while before Lin Feng could speak, and continued: "You will be one of the classmates who answered later. If you don't answer well, you have to give me a [-]-word historical review, and I will check your history. If the answer is yes, then you can continue to read history in this class. Do you agree with me?"

When Lin Feng heard it, although he was not afraid of writing a review, it was not worth wasting time doing such meaningless things, so he nodded immediately, "Thank you teacher for giving me this opportunity, I will definitely make good use of it." Lin Feng could see that the teacher was very educated, Unlike some teachers on earth, they punish students physically and mentally.

Zhang Yong didn't speak, and walked back to the podium slowly, with no expression on his face, but he kept muttering in his heart, "Why is he so confident, has he tried this kind of poem before... Forget it, he answered it It's useless if it's not good."

After Zhang Yong left, Chen Wen on the side came over and said in a low voice, "Lin Feng, can you do it? Otherwise, I can search for you on the Internet. Although it is hard to find this kind of one, you can still find it." .”

Lin Feng was taken aback, joking.He said to himself: "No problem, isn't it just a poem?"

When Chen Wen heard it, he asked in confusion: "What poem? I'm talking about your thousand-character review. Wait, you don't really want to write poetry, do you? Don't be kidding, can you? Please, you are a music expert, not poetry. Special students. Those who can write poetry now are some top-level students."

Lin Feng waved his hands to cover up the embarrassment of being despised, "Don't worry, I'm not the old me anymore, just look at it."

Just as he was talking, Zhang Yong looked at the time on the podium and said, "It's almost time, everyone will come first."

There was silence.A phenomenon that has appeared in any world, any school, and any class.

"Who will? Be brave. This is an opportunity to practice. If you can write it, no matter whether it is good or bad, it means that you have activated the thinking of this poem, and you will receive the goods."

After a pause, Zhang Yong scanned the forty or fifty students in the class without giving up, agitating.It's quite a big trick.

It was still silent. At this time, most of the students had an idea in their hearts-silence is golden, and the first bird is shot.

It's not that I don't like learning, it's just that if limericks are laughed at, it's better not to go up.Students generally need to be [-]% confident.

No one made a sound, and the air in the classroom froze slightly.

The helpless Zhang Yong could only use the trick that all the teachers would make, click the general.Select the students with the best grades in the class to be role models, or to save the day.

"Student Liu Yue, come and try it, be bold." With a slight smile on his face, Zhang Yong called a person's name.

Liu Yue, class monitor and Chinese class representative.Zhang Yong is very optimistic about the seedlings.

There was a sound of the stool moving, Liu Yue lowered her head and said, "Teacher, I haven't thought it through yet." Her tone was very unwilling. It's not that she thought it through, but she just didn't think it was right, so she didn't say anything.

Looking at Liu Yue, Zhang Yong shook his head, thinking: "I'm still too proud. Only after writing, let people taste it, can we improve."

Then he moved his eyes, "Lin Feng, it's your turn."

The whole class turned their heads.

　Not easy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)