As soon as the bell stopped ringing, an old man with gray hair and a kind face slowly appeared at the classroom door.
The teacher was over fifty years old, but his bright eyes radiated wisdom. In his right arm, he held a thick stack of test papers tightly, while in his left hand, he firmly grasped a wooden triangle used for teaching.
The teacher walked briskly into the classroom. He came to the podium and gently put down what he was holding. His movements were calm and skillful. It was obvious that he was a teacher with rich teaching experience.
He was not tall, wore a pair of thick glasses for severe myopia, and had a slightly hunched body.
The most eye-catching thing is the bald head, which seems to have lost all vitality due to the rubbing of time, with only a few strands of hair left, stubbornly holding their ground.
From the moment he walked into the classroom, his classmates started talking about him in private.
"One look at him and you can tell he's a stinky old man."
"Maybe he just returned to the city."
"I think this teacher has some real talent, otherwise he wouldn't come to our class to give a lecture."
The teacher at the podium was slowly organizing the things he brought into the classroom, while the students' discussions at this time were like a swarm of bees buzzing into his ears.
However, his expression remained unchanged, as if none of this had anything to do with him. After finishing his speech, he calmly raised his head, his gaze sweeping calmly over each student, as if to say, "Are you finished?" The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a hint of a smile, making it impossible to fathom his true feelings.
At that moment, the students who had been whispering about something suddenly stopped talking when they noticed the teacher staring at them. They looked at the teacher nervously, their faces showing anxiety and embarrassment. The whole classroom suddenly became quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.
Some people even exchanged glances secretly, as if wondering why the teacher was looking at them like that.
The teacher's gaze seemed to have a penetrating power, making every student who was staring at him feel a tightness in their heart. The classroom was filled with an oppressive atmosphere, making it difficult to breathe.
Seeing that the students had quieted down, the teacher spoke slowly and calmly, "Dear students, hello everyone! First of all, please allow me to introduce myself. My last name is Qin, and my name is Xuezhi. From now on, you can call me Teacher Qin or Old Qin."
At this time, some students in the classroom were discussing privately: "He wants us to call him Lao Qin! Do you dare?"
Someone shook his head and said, "I dare not. After all, he is a teacher."
Teacher Qin knew that they were discussing the topic of address again. He smiled and said, "You can call me anything you want, even my name. My fellow villagers have been calling me that in recent years, and I'm used to it."
When he said this, everyone felt a mixture of emotions, some of them looking pensive, as if they were pondering something, while others lowered their heads, looking a little sad.
The whole classroom fell into a strange silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
At this moment, Teacher Qin's voice boomed. "Next, I'd like to talk to everyone about our class. I have to say, our class is truly unique! We have a wide age range, from young teenagers in their teens to mature adults in their thirties. It's a truly diverse group."
"Moreover, everyone's level of knowledge is different. Some students may have laid a solid foundation, while others may still be in the initial exploration stage. Therefore, in order to better understand everyone's learning situation and to carry out more targeted teaching work in the future, we are now going to conduct a baseline test."
"Through this exam, we can clearly see the current academic level of each student. So, let us work hard together and strive for excellent results! Afterwards, we will arrange the course content and teaching methods based on your actual results. I hope that every student will take this exam seriously and demonstrate their true abilities!"
As soon as Teacher Qin finished speaking, the students who had been sitting quietly in the audience suddenly burst into an uproar! They started chattering like disturbed birds.
Some frowned, their faces filled with worry, as if they had already foreseen the tragic end they were about to face. Others stared with wide eyes, disbelief on their faces, as if they couldn't believe the sudden bad news. Still others simply slumped over their desks, sighing listlessly and mumbling, "Classes haven't even started yet! Why are we already having an exam? How are we going to take it?"
Someone jokingly said: "Let's roast a big duck egg and take it home! It will improve our lives at noon..."
Those with a stronger foundation seemed relatively calm, though a hint of nervousness and uneasiness could be seen in the slightly tense corners of their mouths. The entire classroom was filled with a variety of complex emotions and sounds, like a chaotic symphony concert.
At this time, someone said, "That's it. I haven't held a book since I graduated from high school."
"Me too."
At this time, a classmate said, "Teacher, if we don't do well in this baseline test, will you not let us participate in the review?"
Teacher Qin handed out the test papers and said, "No, I just wanted to check your math skills so I can prepare my lesson plans."
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