Out of consideration for complying with certain school rules, Duanmu Ci finally took off his beloved Zhongshan suit and put on a brry trench coat and a custom-made suit from Savile Row in London.
Britain, as expected of a long-established capitalist country, even has the best tailors. Paired with gleaming Oxford shoes, a thin black tie, and a Dunhill briefcase, Duanmu Ci underwent a glamorous transformation, becoming a sophisticated and stylish professional… Bu Tongxun, for one, thought her master's outfit was worthy of a fashion magazine street style photoshoot…
Today was Duanmu Ci's first class at Haishan University. A teacher who values setting a good example, he wanted to make a good impression on his students, so he made a point of grooming himself. It must be said that the air of the British Empire and Duanmu Ci's own demeanor were a perfect match; the London tailor's clothes had an unexpectedly enhanced effect on him.
In fact, it wasn't just Bu Tongxun who thought so; even a certain colleague thought so...
"Wow, Teacher Duanmu Ci, is this your full form? It seems I underestimated you!" Chu Xinsu held his head, looking annoyed. "What should I do? Those beautiful female students, like petals in early spring, will leave me—you shouldn't be this handsome."
"What an ill-timed birth! Why was Duanmu born when Xin Su was born?"
Duanmu Ci ignored the teacher who was accused of "moral depravity," took off his trench coat, sat down in his seat, and began to organize the lesson plans he needed for the day.
When Duanmu Ci opened the door, Su Wuyu glanced at him subconsciously and was momentarily stunned—it must be said that Teacher Duanmu's appearance was quite good.
The course Duanmu Ci will be teaching this semester is Selected Readings in Ancient Chinese Literature, arranged by Professor Yan Zhigui. In his opinion, this is a course very suitable for Duanmu Ci to teach, because he feels that Duanmu Ci has expertise in this area.
Looking at the time on his computer desktop, it was exactly 8:30. Duanmu Ci put his trench coat back on and headed to the large classroom.
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Because the School of Humanities was quite large, Duanmu Ci finally found the classroom with the help of a blushing female student.
As Duanmu Ci stepped into the classroom, the buzzing sound inside abruptly ceased. Duanmu Ci looked around and nodded with satisfaction—no wonder it's Haishan University, the discipline is quite good.
However, the silence was only temporary. Soon, the buzzing sound returned, but the content had changed...
"Wow! This semester's teacher is so handsome, much more handsome than last semester's!"
"Not just last semester, I've been studying for over ten years and I've never met such a handsome teacher!"
"I really want his contact information... Does anyone know it?" This was a straightforward foreign female student.
"I've made up my mind. From now on, I'll never skip class again, uh... I won't skip this class." This is a rich girl who's just trying to get a diploma.
Duanmu Ci stood at the podium, his expression somber, surveying the classroom full of students. This was a long class, two classes combined, so there were an unusually large number of students. Duanmu Ci slammed his book down heavily. "Quiet!"
The classroom fell completely silent...
Duanmu Ci coughed lightly, "Who is the class monitor? Come up and name them!"
He knew this while studying at Harvard: a certain reputation is a powerful tool for university professors to deal with students, roughly equivalent to a primary or secondary school teacher calling the parents...
Although Harvard is a prestigious foreign university, the principles of education, whether in China or abroad, should be universal...
The class monitors of the two classes took turns reading their class rosters from the podium. In the end, they discovered that out of 117 students who should have been present, 9 were absent. All the students were watching Duanmu Ci, wondering how he would handle the situation and trying to figure out what kind of teacher he was.
Duanmu Ci surveyed the classroom and said in a deep voice, "To be fair, this attendance rate is not bad for a university class, but that's all. Moreover, today is the first class of the semester, and some students are already indulging themselves. What will happen later? Therefore, this trend must not be allowed to continue! From now on, anyone who is absent from class three times without a valid reason will fail the final exam, without exception!"
The moment the hammer fell, the whole class erupted in uproar.
Failing a course can be just as damaging as getting your parents called in, especially for college students. Failing a course is a matter of life and death, directly affecting graduation, performance evaluations, scholarships, and a whole host of other things. There's bound to be one that hits your weak spot.
"Isn't the teacher's approach a bit against the rules?" A student stood up and retorted without hesitation. "A student's grades shouldn't just be based on whether they attend class. Ultimately, it's about their written skills. If a student's handwriting is excellent and their knowledge is impeccable, then what right do you, the teacher, have to fail them? Are you just venting your anger?"
The student spoke eloquently and with a strong sense of righteous indignation, seemingly a promising candidate for university debate. His words earned him considerable applause.
Duanmu Jin glanced at him and said, "What's the use of high academic achievement if a student doesn't respect their teacher? Before cultivating talent, one must first cultivate virtue. Without virtue, talent will not be cultivated. You say my actions are against the rules, but does that mean students not attending class is in accordance with the rules?"
“This…” The student looked troubled.
Duanmu Ci gestured for him to sit down, then continued, "The purpose of this rule is not to punish anyone, but simply to urge you to come to class on time. I don't consider myself ugly, and I'm not so bad that you would be disgusted by my face at first sight. It's okay to look at me a little longer."
The first two sentences were fine, but the last two sentences made the students below laugh. Everyone couldn't help but laugh, and some girls looked at Duanmu Ci's face, their faces red, and no one knew what they were thinking.
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