If Qiu Chenxi's teaching method is still soft, students will not take Qiu Chenxi seriously, and how can they follow Qiu Chenxi's arrangements.
"Ah?" Miao Liang was stunned: "Isn't it just teaching? Why is it so complicated? It's just like you training soldiers and talking about strategies. Isn't it too exaggerated?"
Zhai Yaohui shook his head: "In this world, if you really want to do something well, then there is no real simple thing."
"Then what should we do next? Let Qiu Chenxi stand on the podium for more than an hour of study time and waste everyone's time?" Miao Liang was dissatisfied.
Zhai Yaohui looked directly at the political commissar, who wiped his sweat, stood up and said, "It's rare that Comrade Qiu is willing to teach us. You know, Comrade Qiu is a college student who graduated from the capital. Everyone should seize this opportunity and learn more from Comrade Qiu. So I hope everyone can cooperate with Qiu Chenxi and absorb more knowledge like a sponge."
If it weren't for the Qiu family's face, the political commissar wanted to drive Qiu Chenxi off the podium and replace him with Qiao Nan.
If you don't have such a big head, why do you have to wear such a big hat? Isn't this asking for trouble?
"OK, everyone is shy, so I won't force you. As a member of this unit, I know a little bit about how enthusiastic everyone was about English yesterday. I listened to a lot of everyone's practice, but I didn't expect that everyone was reluctant to stand up and perform." Qiu Chenxi took a deep breath, trying to mobilize the atmosphere again and control the rhythm of the class: "Everyone remembers yesterday's learning content very clearly, so let's start today's class directly."
Qiu Chenxi took action, and the political commissar breathed a sigh of relief and was able to sit down.
Seeing the political commissar's reaction, Qiu Chenxi's nervous psychology was able to relax a little. Facing the huge blackboard, Qiu Chenxi was at a loss and almost looked at the blackboard with chalk in his hand.
After calmly organizing her thoughts and glancing at the lesson plan, Qiu Chenxi took the chalk and scribbled a few English words on the blackboard.
Qiu Chenxi's handwriting was not bad, especially when written on paper. However, for someone who was used to writing on paper, if he wrote directly on the blackboard without practice, the first few times, the words on the paper and on the blackboard would be exactly the same.
For this reason, writing on the blackboard became a very big test for Qiu Chenxi.
Qiu Chenxi had considered other situations, but writing on the blackboard was completely beyond her expectations.
When the first crooked stroke was on the blackboard, Qiu Chenxi blushed without listening to the laughter behind her. She wiped off the English letters on the blackboard as quickly as possible and prepared to rewrite it.
Unfortunately, the first time was ugly, and the second time was also not satisfactory.
"..."
Qian Yanyan was stunned for a moment, almost unable to react, how could this happen.
Qiu Chenxi is so old, but her handwriting is not as beautiful as that of the young teacher. Is he kidding her?
Not only Qian Yanyan had such thoughts, but others also couldn't believe that Qiu Chenxi's expression when writing on the blackboard would be so disappointing: "Comrade Qiu is a college graduate, right? I heard that Teacher Xiao Qiao is just a high school student. Could it be that Comrade Qiu's handwriting has deteriorated because he has been away from campus for too long? Comrade Qiu's handwriting on the blackboard cannot be compared with Teacher Xiao Qiao's."
With the discussion behind them, the difference between Qiao Nan and Qiu Chenxi was immediately apparent.
One is a comrade, and the other is a teacher. Just from the title, Qiu Chenxi is one level lower than Qiao Nan, even though he is the same as her.
Lin Yuankang's face was flushed, and he approached Qiao Nan: "Little disciple, what do you think of this situation? Do you want to share it with me, your master? It's boring to be happy alone. If you have something interesting, you should share it with everyone."
"Interesting?" Qiao Nan shook her head: "I don't think it's interesting. I just want to say that Qiu Chenxi didn't catch up with the good time." Another ten years later, by 2010, everyone will have IT, and almost every household will have one or even several computers. And almost all schools, from elementary schools to universities, can be equipped with a controller in each classroom. Just connect a notebook, use a projector to project, and play a PPT.
It doesn't matter whether Qiu Chenxi's blackboard writing is beautiful or ugly. Once the computer is put on, the font and layout are so beautiful that there will be no embarrassment today.
"A good time, what good time?" Lin Yuankang frowned in confusion.
"I mean, our great China is great. With the current development speed of China, I think in a few years, teachers may not have to write on the blackboard when teaching. There will be machines that can project. In this way, it can reduce the time wasted in the classroom. It makes students feel relaxed and happy when they attend classes."
"Will there be such a day?" Lin Yuankang was a little confused: "China will develop, there is no doubt about it, but is it possible for the day you are talking about?"
Classes will be so high-end? "
It will definitely be possible." It will not take ten years, it is estimated that in two years, when we enter the 21st century, universities will adopt this teaching model.
"Nan Nan, do you want to be an English teacher in the future?" But he hopes that his little apprentice can continue his business.
"No, I just talked about China's future development. I'm not interested in being a teacher. If you hadn't asked me to come this time, would I have taken this job?" Qiao Nan denied it. Living in the Qiao family, she already had enough to worry about. If she became a teacher, she would have to worry about more and more.
If possible, she would try her best to avoid such a great industry as teaching that requires hard work and painstaking efforts.
"That's good." Lin Yuankang was relieved.
"What's good?" Qiao Nan didn't understand.
"Nothing, keep listening. It's very rude for others to teach in the classroom and we talk about our own things below. Nan Nan, as your teacher, I must correct you. Don't do this in the future." Lin Yuankang straightened his head and looked directly at the blackboard, looking at the blackboard writing that Qiu Chenxi wrote later.
Qiao Nan was criticized by Lin Yuankang for no reason. It was so unfair.
It was her master who brought up the topic this time. She just said a few words in reply. How could she be considered the impolite and disrespectful person?
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