[Exclusive from Jinjiang] Talents are plentiful in Panyuan Town (supplemented on 9.24)

June 17, 7 a.m.

Xu Wenwen, dressed in a white T-shirt and black pants, stood in the corridor of the teaching building, looking at the dormitory students approaching one after another in the distance, his eyes revealing confusion.

After last night's dormitory inspection incident, she had already figured out what had happened from the short-haired female student.

So... did I really get into some kind of space gap? Like the inner world of Silent Mountain?

"Good morning, Teacher Xu."

"Good morning, teacher."

Students who entered the classroom one after another would sometimes greet Xu Wenwen who was standing in the corridor.

Although Teacher Xu was indeed face-blind, and these students all had the same hairstyle so it was hard to tell them apart, but based on their natural tone of greeting, Xu Wenwen crossed out the words "world inside the monster" written in his heart.

No matter how you look at it, these students are real.

Instead, the two-meter-tall dormitory teacher I met in the dormitory building before was the monster.

...This school is like a combination of monsters and normal people.

To Xu Wenwen's evaluation, this feeling is absurd and weird.

The cool breeze at seven in the morning blew against Xu Wenwen's face, causing him to shiver subconsciously.

In her hand was the cell phone that had made the only call last night. But now, it had become a brick again, and no matter how many times Xu Wenwen pressed the call button, it was useless.

Teacher Xu sighed as he faced the cool breeze, looking a little worried.

But soon after, the bell for the start of morning self-study rang in the sky above Misty Middle School. According to the arrangement of the real school, Xu Wenwen, as the head teacher, needed to patrol the class and manage class affairs.

Xu Wenwen stood in the corridor, resting his wrists on the cold railings, then took a deep breath, a hint of struggle in his eyes.

Never mind. Things will work out when the time comes.

Teacher Xu decided to prepare the lesson plan for the next class first - she happened to glimpse this strange middle school before the evening self-study last night, and it turned out that her history class was going to be early the next morning.

It's quite strange. After all, in reality, it is rare for high schools to have one or two periods in the morning that are history courses.

Even though Xu Wenwen's lectures are quite interesting, it is an academic course after all, so it is always boring and dull.

Just as she turned around and was about to walk towards the office, she ran into the dean she met yesterday.

"——Teacher Xu." The Dean of Studies had a smile on his face, the same smile as yesterday.

Xu Wenwen now no longer simply regards the other person as his real-life schoolmate, but at least he is not as strange as the two-meter monster in the dormitory building. So Xu Wenwen can still maintain a good attitude to face the dean of this misty middle school.

"Hello, Dean," she said. "I'm just about to go prepare for class. What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Prepare lessons?" The head teacher said kindly, "Prepare lessons is good, but Mr. Xu, as a teacher at Misty Middle School, you must not only have excellent subject knowledge, but also care more about students."

Xu asked: "Ah? Yes."

She was a little confused by this sudden topic.

The Dean of Studies walked closer with a smile, looked at the back door of Class 2-3, and then his tone paused.

"Teacher Xu, didn't you tell the students yesterday that they should stand up and read aloud during morning self-study today? Why is no one listening today?"

Stand up and read aloud?

Xu Wenwen thought about what happened yesterday.

"It seems to be the case," she nodded, speaking naturally, "but I think the students in our class are already very engaged, and standing up to read aloud might destroy their enthusiasm, so, Dean, it's okay if we don't stand up to read aloud, right?"

After hearing the first half of her sentence, the man was about to reveal a satisfied smile, but then he frowned when he heard the second half of Xu Wenwen's sentence.

"Teacher Xu," he emphasized, "We are all students of the school, how can you treat us differently? Students from other classes can stand up and read aloud, why can't students in your class?"

Xu asked:?

"No, dean, is there any necessary connection?" The history teacher, who had been teaching for three years in just one year, was puzzled. "I have just explained to you the reason why the students in our class don't stand up to read aloud, right?"

"Yes?"

Xu Wenwen looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, and then explained again in a gentle voice: "Director, this is the situation. Isn't it common for our school to have morning reading before going to the cafeteria for meals? Standing up and reading aloud early in the morning can easily cause some students to have low blood sugar, so it is not recommended to do so."

"And look at the reading atmosphere in our class."

Teacher Xu proudly tapped the glass at the back window of the classroom; the sound of his reading was clear and energetic.

"Hasn't the purpose of morning self-study and reading aloud been achieved? There's no need to be formalistic."

Dean of Studies: "Formalism? Teacher Xu, watch your words! How can this be formalism?"

The man in front of me started to puff out his beard and glare, but his facial expression remained on that hypocritical smile, which made the muscles in his entire face uncoordinated and full of humor.

Xu Wenwen swallowed the laughter that was about to burst out of his throat with great difficulty, coughed twice to adjust his state, and then said: "Dean, if this is not formalism, then what is it? What is the purpose of arranging morning self-study for students? It is to awaken the spirit of students who are still in a dazed stage when they just wake up in the morning."

"Now, the students in my Grade 2 and 3 class are already reading aloud, and they are in good spirits. Has the school achieved the goal of arranging morning self-study and laid a good foundation for the following teaching?"

"You require students who are already in good spirits to stand up and read aloud. Not to mention whether you have considered the students' current health conditions, forcing them to stand up and read aloud has already suppressed their enthusiasm for learning."

Teacher Xu simply couldn't understand this request (mainly because she had encountered this herself when she was a student). She said, "Director, do you know what formalism is? Formalism refers to a way of thinking and work style that only looks at the appearance of things without analyzing their essence. It violates the scientific principle that content determines form, form serves content, and content and form are unified."

"If you force students to do this, I don't understand." Teacher Xu put down his hands and shook his head. "Teaching is not only to impart subject knowledge to students, but also requires teachers to guide students to develop positively."

"Dean, instead of replacing solid implementation with grandiose forms and covering up contradictions and problems with a glamorous appearance, why don't you face up to your own teaching problems and observe the real needs of students? In addition to parents, we as teachers are the closest role models to them."

The essence of formalism is subjectivism and utilitarianism. The root cause is the misplaced concept of political performance and the lack of responsibility.

This is something Xu Wenwen could not see in the real grade director.

"What are you doing!" The dean of Misty Middle School blushed, "This is disregarding collectivism! You don't care about the collective at all! You lack a sense of collective honor!"

He rolled his eyes and added, "And the students in your class, you should also take care of them! Don't think about dropping out of school every time you encounter setbacks! They are already in their second year of high school now, can you please focus on studying!"

Xu Wenwen was completely confused by this accusation.

"Dean, let's not talk about the students in our class for now... Do you know what collective honor is?" Teacher Xu patiently explained, "Collective honor refers to a moral emotion of loving the collective, caring about the collective, consciously fulfilling obligations for the collective, making contributions, and striving for honor."

"The key is self-awareness, Director!" Teacher Xu said in shock, "Practicality aside, isn't this just a hooligan's moral kidnapping?"

The man in front of him was like a spinning top: "Teacher Xu!"

Teacher Xu was filled with grief and shouted at him: "Director!"

Having said that, Xu Wenwen stopped pretending and said coldly, "I think you know better than me what the purpose of forcing students to stand up and read aloud is. The class I teach,

She paused for a moment, then realized that this was not the Grade 2-3 class she taught in the real world, but Teacher Xu still said, "As long as it is my class, I will definitely make the students develop in all aspects of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor. You don't have to worry about this. I think other subject teachers and teaching staff will also work together with me to do their part for the healthy growth of students."

In the real world, Xu Wenwen had never encountered such a school leader, and he was a little excited the first time he confronted him.

But she was right about one thing.

Although she entered this school by mistake, the students were very nice and obedient, just like the Class 2-3 of High School that she taught in real life, which made her feel familiar, so she would also fulfill her responsibilities in this school.

The dean's face turned from red to blue, looking complicated.

He glared at Xu Wenwen hatefully, then turned around and left quickly without saying anything.

This is really...

Although I was lucky enough not to encounter such a school leader in reality, the teachers and leaders in the school are very good, teaching diligently and educating students diligently, but it does not mean that Xu Wenwen has no way to deal with such school leaders.

I never thought that one day I would imitate the jokes seen on the Internet.

Teacher Xu recalled the operation he had seen in the short video, chuckled, and then went to the office to prepare the lesson plan for the first class with satisfaction.

She turned around quickly and, as expected, caught the students looking back secretly.

Students from Class 2-3 of Senior High School:!

Students with similar hairstyles hurriedly turned their heads away and pretended nothing had happened and continued reading aloud.

Xu Wenwen stood at the back door for a while with a stiff face, then turned around and walked towards the direction of the office he remembered.

As soon as she turned around, the serious expression on her face quickly disappeared, revealing an expression that could not help laughing.

Before, she thought that apart from the campus buildings, there was nothing familiar here. Whether it was the people or the school rules, discipline, or atmosphere, none of them were what Xu Wenwen was familiar with.

But now it seems...

Her students are still her students.

The office of this foggy middle school was unexpectedly clean and tidy.

Xu Wenwen stood at the workstation that he remembered and looked around.

The place that used to be filled with test papers, exercise books, textbooks, reference books and lesson plans is now empty.

Her fingers pressed lightly on the cool tabletop, feeling lost.

I don't know what the teaching progress of Class 2 and 3 of this Misty Middle School is at the moment. It's June now, so they should have passed the midterm test, right?

Xu Wenwen, the newly appointed history teacher at Miwu Middle School, walked around the office several times but found nothing.

The place is so clean that it looks like a final cleanup at the end of the semester.

Teacher Xu couldn't find the history textbook he needed, nor could he find the corresponding homework and test papers for his students. Until the bell for the end of class rang above his head, and not long after that, the bell for the beginning of class rang again. Xu Wenwen had no choice but to go into battle empty-handed.

But it’s strange, did 45 minutes go by so quickly?

On the way to Class 3 of Grade 12, Xu Wenwen recalled herself standing in the corridor and watching the sun rising high into the sky as if at double speed. She shrugged.

Maybe it’s a characteristic of this misty middle school.

What is this class about?

Many historical stories flashed through Teacher Xu's mind, and he began to think about the theme of the first history class that Teacher Xu would teach to Class 3 of Grade 2 at Misty Middle School today, which would be very personal.

Although historical stories are indeed interesting and fun, Xu Wenwen is ultimately a teacher, and teachers always have to teach students something.

Before each class begins, even if you don’t have a lesson plan prepared, you need to find a theme for the class. Otherwise, students may listen to a story for 45 minutes, but in the end they may not be able to clearly explain what they understood.

Not even learning anything.

However, as soon as Teacher Xu took the first step into the classroom, he realized what he should talk about in this class.

She needs to talk to the new students in Class 12-13.

Although Teacher Xu was sure that this class was not one she had taught in real life, the eyes of these students revealed their familiarity with her.

Xu Wenwen stepped onto the podium and paused for a moment. Then he smiled and picked up a piece of chalk from the podium.

"Hello,"

The teacher's smile on the podium was as warm and dazzling as before, and she gave the introduction that the short-haired girl had heard countless times.

"My name is Xu Wenwen. Xu means to take things step by step, and Wen means the problem."

The female teacher turned around and wrote some elegant yet powerful characters on the blackboard with white chalk.

When she turned around again, she said, "I will also be your teacher and homeroom teacher for your subsequent history studies."

"If you have any questions, you can come and consult the teacher," she said happily in a tone familiar to girls with short hair, "the teacher will do his best to help you solve the problem."

The short-haired girl sat in the first row, looking at the cheerful expression of the female teacher in a trance. Then she quietly lowered her head, holding back the sourness in her nose and the heat in her eyes.

Then she raised her head, along with her classmates, and shouted, "Hello, Teacher Xu!"

——Welcome back, Teacher Xu.

There is another chapter later~