Duanmu Ci picked up a piece of chalk and wrote three words on the blackboard behind him with a "swish, swish, swish" sound: "My name is Duanmu Ci, you can call me Teacher Duanmu."
"His surname is Duanmu, what a cool surname."
"Teacher Duanmu... that sounds very classy, I want to call him that a few more times..."
Some of the boys were quite helpless. It was one thing for the teacher to be handsome, but even his surname was so eye-catching. How were they, the boys from the "Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li" families, supposed to survive?
Duanmu Ci hadn't expected that this surname would have such an unexpected effect. Perhaps it was because there were so many single-character surnames after the merging of surnames, making these students a bit naive. What he didn't know was that if an ugly person had this surname, countless girls would secretly think, "So ugly, what a waste of this surname."
After all, this is a world that judges by appearance...
Duanmu Ci took out a textbook, "Alright, today we'll talk about the Analects in the history of Chinese literature..."
"Teacher, where is your contact information?" A blonde, blue-eyed foreign female student suddenly interrupted Duanmu Ci.
"Huh?" Duanmu Ci was taken aback.
“Yes, Teacher Duanmu. Other teachers have to leave their QQ and phone numbers, otherwise how can they communicate with students in time if something happens? You can’t be an exception, right?” This was the Chinese female student chiming in.
Then a group of girls below started to jeer, clamoring for Duanmu Ci to reveal his contact information.
Duanmu Ci was at a loss for words. Not to mention the education he received in ancient times, even during his studies at Western universities such as Oxford and Cambridge in modern times, he had never seen such a scene. Could it be that female students in China have become so bold?
Duanmu Ci knew without a second thought that if his phone number were leaked, he would be bombarded with countless harassing calls and text messages, so it was absolutely crucial to keep it confidential. As for QQ… he could create a fake account to temporarily handle that…
Having made up his mind, Duanmu Ci coughed lightly, "Next time, I'll talk about it during the next class."
"cut……"
The students, feeling they were being treated perfunctorily, voiced their dissatisfaction.
Duanmu Ci slightly raised his eyelids. "Anyone who causes trouble again will be treated as having skipped class."
The classroom suddenly fell silent.
Teacher Duanmu nodded with satisfaction, feeling that everyone was "teachable." He then picked up his textbook and continued, "The Analects was compiled by Confucius's disciples and their disciples, mainly to record..."
This long class was divided into three periods, from 8:30 in the morning until 11:30 in the afternoon, a full three hours. With Duanmu Ci's melodious voice, all the students were extremely engrossed in their learning.
Wow, Teacher Duanmu isn't just handsome, he's also incredibly talented... some female students thought dreamily...
During this time, Professors Yan Zhigui and Xia Zongzhou also came together. They stood by the door and listened for a while, then smiled and nodded with satisfaction before leaving.
Duanmu Ci's teaching skills dispelled their last remaining concerns.
With his profound knowledge accumulated over two thousand years, Duanmu Ci provided the students with the most comprehensive and accessible explanations of the subject. Moreover, he was lecturing on the Analects, a field whose depth of understanding spanning two millennia is unparalleled; no one else in this field could rival his achievements.
These students are very lucky to have such a high-quality teaching staff.
The lunch break bell rang quickly in the corridor, and the students reluctantly snapped out of their reverie, surprisingly feeling a sense of "I really don't want get out of class to end." This was nothing short of a miracle for them, who were used to the laid-back life of university...
After tidying up the lesson plan on the podium, Duanmu Ci left the classroom first.
After he left, the students immediately surged out of the door like a burst dam.
"Teacher Duanmu—"
Someone was calling him. Duanmu Ci turned around and saw a girl holding a book. He asked, "What is it?"
The girl looked up at him, her eyes shining brightly, like the sunlight illuminating half of her face—
"Teacher, my name is Huo Xiaoyu."
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