My Return to Life

In the blink of an eye, November is already halfway through.

Thursday is a rare sunny day without the bleak autumn breeze.

The fallen leaves on the campus have been cleaned up in the assault sprint for several days, and it is difficult to see them.

The inspection of Tangli No. 8 Middle School by the superior unit finally arrived.

When Li Donghong stood on the podium with a serious emphasis on class discipline and other precautions, Fang Nian obviously felt that the students around him were relieved.

He was also relieved.

The six consecutive days of cleaning is finally over.

"I will focus on reminding everyone at the end!"

Li Donghong knocked on the podium.

"Today's inspection school is very important, there must be no mistakes!"

"Especially our third grade, and more importantly our 174 class, the inspecting leaders will definitely come and see!"

"For those who play mobile phones, p3, p4, and read novels, please pay attention today. If you are caught, don't blame me for being polite!"

"..."

Li Donghong said a lot of precautions while reading in the morning.

Remind everyone in the class to pay attention.

From the first class, all students in Class 174 can find that the teacher in class is obviously more serious than ever.

Even Zhu Jianbin, who lectured humorously, didn't have much smile in the first and second math classes.

Lectures are straightforward.

The running exercises after the second class were cancelled directly...

A group of classmates leaned on the railing, and Li Annan asked strangely, "Hey, Lao Fang, why don't you think there are open classes?"

"That is, it was determined before that it was an open language class, and I repeated it for several days."

"It's rare for the class teacher to give serious lectures."

Wang Cheng and Li Jun also followed, and then both looked towards Fang Nian.

Facing everyone's gaze, Fang Nian said, "I can't guess."

In fact, Fang Nian wanted to say that he didn't know what he had repeatedly said in the Chinese class these days.

He now has his mind buried in theory, and he has no intention of paying attention to subjects like Chinese.

It's not that Fang Nian brags, Li Donghong is really not good at teaching.

The third year of high school is better, and I will take a few classes in person.

In the second year of high school, because Tangli No. 8 Middle School promoted the so-called distance education, teachers can download the lecture videos from the middle school attached to the famous provincial-city Normal University according to the cooperative relationship, and then project them for students to watch.

As a result, Li Donghong basically never attended classes in person.

The effect of this form of ‘distance education’ is predictably poor, so that the Chinese performance of Class 174 is very lagging.

"The teachers are very nervous, and I don't know when they will come to inspect."

Li Annan sighed.

"I don't know, I think the class is too boring anyway."

"Although I don't need to clean it up, I don't dare to move in class for fear that someone will come in through the back door."

"..."

From teachers to students are quite nervous.

However, Fang Nian didn't care much, and reviewed according to his own plan.

This kind of inspection is mostly a formality.

The inspection level will not be too high. At most, it will be the deputy chief staff member or even the staff member directly.

It is nothing more than completing some necessary processes.

But the one who should be here is here. In the fourth class in the morning, the head teachers of all classes in the school have been notified.

Then immediately go to the class and tell all students to pay attention.

But throughout the fourth class, and even lunch time, no one came over here in the teaching building.

When eating in the cafeteria, Fang Nian guessed that it was just a cutscene just like those vaguely remembered inspections.

In the company of school leaders, hello, me, hello everyone...

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"...~!"

Soon after the fifth class, accompanied by a loud noise, the principal led a few people into the classroom of Class 174 through the back door.

"Ms. Li, I'm sorry to interrupt, let's listen to the get out of class."

Obviously, Li Donghong did not receive any notice, and was not mentally prepared.

He was even reviewing something insignificant in this lesson.

It's not an explanation of ancient poems that I have said many times before.

Li Donghong nodded solemnly, "Classmates, let's turn to the text..."

"..."

The class was a little messy.

Fang Nian also took out a Chinese document and put away the physics he was reviewing.

"Which classmate can talk about what Li Bai's phrase mainly expresses."

Li Donghong subconsciously followed the way he had taught it several times.

This sudden incident caught him a bit off guard and could only temporarily follow the previous procedure.

There should have been some foreshadowing before this, but Li Donghong omitted it.

Because it's too late.

Originally following the procedure, the monitor Li Xue should raise his hand to answer the question, but in Li Donghong's hope, no one raised his hand in the classroom.

Li Donghong was suddenly embarrassed.

Not only him, but the group of ‘uninvited guests’ including the principal of the Eighth Middle School were also embarrassed.

At this time, the principal of No. 8 Middle School wanted to talk.

Originally, I went through a good cutscene. At noon, everyone pushed the cup and changed. Hello, I’m hello, everyone.

As a result, the leaders of this group of inspections did not say politely after the meal, saying that they were going to randomly audit the teaching of the third grade.

The principal took them to class 174...

The slightest smile on Li Donghong's face narrowed, and she looked down at the stage. She wanted to lose her temper but couldn't make it, so she said dullly, "Since no one takes the initiative, then I'll call the name."

In the end, Li Donghong's gaze stopped at Fang Nian, the best Chinese class of 174.

"Fang Nian, you can answer."

Li Donghong can only pin his hopes on Fang Nian.

The previous preparations are useless for a while.

If it is a serious public class, whoever raises his hand and who answers, the teacher will arrange one by one.

It's a temporary random observer now, but they are all leaders...

Fang Nian was in a weird mood at this time. He didn't expect Li Donghong to put hope on him, because he had never listened to a Chinese class.

Li Donghong should be right.

Xin said, "Fortunately, this poem, I have watched the old professor's video explanation, and I dare to borrow it..."

Fang Nian stood up, smiled, and said calmly, ""Jiangjinjiu" will have two pronunciations in ancient times. When qiāng is pronounced, it means "please". "Junjinjiu" means please drink, so this It's a song to persuade you to drink."

"We all know that Li Bai not only knows how to drink, he will also persuade him to drink."

"He can persuade him to produce poems, let’s see how he persuades him, he said that you don’t see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never return; you don’t see Gaotang Mingjing’s sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk Mu Chengxue."

"Use two parallel sentences at the beginning..."

"These two sentences are saying that the river does not flow back, the time is gone, and it will be too late if you don't drink it!"

"..."

"The last two sentences are still persuading, after three cups of wine, I started to get excited, and said, drink, drink, I have money, everyone here, just drink."

"..."

"And Li Bai is particularly confident. Look at the bottom of it. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure. You will have to drink three hundred cups."

"...The word "meeting" was meant to be necessary in the Tang Dynasty. He said everyone here, if you don't drink, you can drink as much as you want, three hundred cups!"

"As soon as I opened my mouth, I frightened others and put down the cup."

"So Li Bai started to call his name and said Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, please drink and don't stop the cup."

"..."

"Finally Li Bai said again, son, you go take my five-flower horse to exchange for wine..."

"We can see that this is a poem about drinking, the atmosphere is surging, like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River!"

At first, after hearing Fang Nian say something about drinking, Li Donghong originally wanted to stop, but after listening to it, he felt wonderful and did not stop.

When Fang Nian finished speaking, the classroom immediately burst into applause.

Not only the classmates~www.ltnovel.com~ even the leaders who came to observe, including the principal of No. 8 Middle School, clapped their palms. Although their faces were still serious, they were obviously loose.

"Good point!" the principal said.

Then the group left class 174.

The headmaster’s voice came from afar, saying that this is our No. 8 Middle School...

...In short, it will not be the parties who are happy.

Fang Nian didn't think there was anything, but the class 174 students thought it was amazing.

I want to spread it all over the world.

So many people came to harass Fang Nian. Fortunately, the passion of the teenagers is not too high...

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Do not ask for a broken bowl.

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