Chapter 55 Today’s Problems, Today’s Solutions
On the way back to school, Huang Xiu said with great joy: "This is too coincidental. To be honest, apart from the moonlight in front of my bed that looks like frost on the ground and the hard work of every grain of rice on the plate, I can only think of the drought and wind in March when there is no rain, and the wheat seedlings that do not bloom and turn yellow and die."
She can't recite the poems in the textbook fluently.
Tan Chengshi asked her: "How did you learn this sentence?"
He didn't know before that Bai Juyi also had this poem "Duling Sou".
Huang Xiu explained: "When I was in primary school, my cousin read this poem in an extracurricular book and used it to tease me, saying that my name means that wheat seedlings will wither and die if they don't bloom. She said my name was unlucky. I was so angry that I burst into tears. My parents coaxed me for several days before I calmed down."
The school driver laughed out loud: "What place did you get in the competition?"
Huang Xiu raised two fingers and said, "Second, we are second among eight schools. Isn't that amazing?"
They won a battle for which they were unprepared.
"Great! Awesome!" The driver nodded politely.
Huang Xiu answered the last ten questions correctly, which immediately brought up the total score and almost surpassed No. 6 Middle School, which had been firmly in first place.
However, No. 6 Middle School had accumulated more points in the early stages, and it was still five points more than No. 1 Middle School.
Tan Chengshi is the kind of person who wants to be the best in everything. Although his current results have exceeded his expectations, he still thinks that if he can answer one or two more questions correctly, they will be able to get first place!
"I will definitely work harder in the next semi-final."
Yan Shouzhen patted his shoulder and said, "Relax, we can just compare casually later. You still need to hurry up and review your lessons, because the college entrance examination will be in half a year."
As an acting class teacher, you must also fulfill the responsibilities of a class teacher.
He has to let students know what is more important at the moment.
Huang Xiu was still thinking about the game just now.
"Oh my god, my hand must have had a mind of its own. It grabbed the flag and raised it up. When the referee asked me to answer, my heart was pounding."
Tan Chengshi recalled that scene and felt particularly nervous. "Do you know how I felt when I saw you holding the flag?"
Huang Xiu smiled and asked, "How do you feel?"
Tan Chengshi sighed softly: "I thought you were an undercover sent by another school!"
"Hahahaha..." Huang Xiu's hearty laughter filled the small van and was extremely contagious.
Tang Xueli leaned lazily on the back of her chair, occasionally smiling along with them, but rarely speaking.
Just like when he came, Yan Shouzhen was still sitting next to her, "Are you tired?"
Tang Xueli shook her head, "Not tired."
"Then let me explain the physics problem to you!" Yan Shouzhen said as he took out a draft paper.
Tang Xueli: "..."
Yan Shouzhen looked at her and said, "Don't want to listen now?"
That’s not the case, but I didn’t expect Yan Shouzhen to be so particular about every second.
"Go ahead." Tang Xueli sat up straighter.
"You're talking about a method that can give you the answer, but it's a bit far-fetched and a bit clumsy."
Yan Shouzhen took out a pencil and prepared to write and talk at the same time.
Tang Xueli looked at his right hand, which had just been bandaged before he got in the car, and said, "Just tell me directly. No need to write."
"No, it's hard to explain this question without writing and drawing." Yan Shouzhen shook his right hand, "This injury is nothing, it's just a bruise of soft tissue and a little skin abrasion. It hurts a lot, but it doesn't affect the use of it."
Tang Xueli: "..."
"Don't leave today's problems until tomorrow." Yan Shouzhen said seriously.
"Yeah." Tang Xueli said calmly: "You are right."
Whoever owns the hand knows the situation better. Anyway, it's not her hand. The other party has insisted so much, and if she refuses, she will seem ungrateful and overly pretentious.
Yan Shouzhen talked about three ways of solving the problem in one breath.
"This last method is beyond the scope, you just need to have a general understanding of it."
Tang Xueli hummed softly, still digesting what Yan Shouzhen had just said.
"The first method is an evolved and upgraded version of your previous idea. Go back and compare the differences between them."
When Yan Shouzhen talks about such difficult problems, he won't explain every detail to you, but will leave you some space for thinking and pondering.
This is more conducive to progress.
After returning to school, Yan Shouzhen was stopped by the dean of studies, and the students returned to the classroom first.
"What happened to your hand?"
Could it be that he got into a fight with someone after losing the game?
Yan Shouzhen said in a relaxed tone: "The driver braked suddenly and hit my hand, which scratched my skin a little. It's a minor injury, not serious."
"Well, it's okay as long as it's not serious." The Dean asked, "Did you advance?"
Yan Shouzhen nodded: "In."
"Not bad." The dean nodded in mock satisfaction, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, "Our school has never been eliminated in the preliminary round."
"Director, you told me before that this is just a small competition, and we just need to go through the motions and deal with it."
Only after I went there did I realize that it was nothing but a small competition. It was a big event. People from other schools all wore uniform clothes, and there were two or three teachers and seven or eight or nine contestants.
Yan Shouzhen gave the dean a meaningful smile and said, "You are so confident in me and my classmates. Aren't you afraid that we will be unprepared and bring shame to No. 1 Middle School?"
"Hey, every student in your class is good. They can win in any competition." The dean of studies felt guilty and didn't dare to look Yan Shouzhen in the eye. He lit a cigarette and took two puffs.
Yan Shouzhen didn't leave, he knew the other party had something else to say.
After smoking half a cigarette, the dean asked Yan Shouzhen, "Aren't you planning to finish teaching the physics class this semester and then leave?"
Yan Shouzhen didn't smoke, and he didn't like the smell of smoke, so he moved a few steps upwind.
"That was my plan, but Cui Weishan is in trouble, and Class 1 can't be without a Chinese teacher and a head teacher. I can't just give up halfway!"
The dean frowned and asked, "So you want to take this class to graduation?"
Yan Shouzhen: “Yes.”
"What about the daily newspaper? Can you not go back to work?"
After Cui Weishan got into trouble, he learned about Yan Shouzhen's background and was really shocked.
"Just suspend him first." Yan Shouzhen didn't explain too much.
"Okay, I get it." The dean stamped out his cigarette butt, "Keep up the good work in the semifinals."
Yan Shouzhen teased, "Just compare casually, the most important thing for high school students is the college entrance examination."
The dean paused and looked at Yan Shouzhen with a scrutinizing gaze.
"I have developed a teacher-student relationship with these students and want to send them all to college."
Yan Shouzhen paused and smiled softly, "Otherwise, I won't do anything. Just relax. I will definitely leave in July."
The dean looked at Yan Shouzhen deeply, then turned and left.
It was class time and the streets were empty.
Yan Shouzhen walked slowly, humming a tune casually, the lyrics of which were improvised:
If you do something wrong, you will be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door~
Ghost knocking on the door, scary~
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