Chapter 9 High-speed rail? Live broadcast?
In the past, teaching a T-class was Mr. Xie’s nightmare.
And now, Master Xie suddenly missed his children very much before they were possessed by other bodies.
How good, how silly, how cute!
Not like these nowadays! So cunning and clever!!!
Especially that little girl named Zhu Lan, the questions she asked in every class were extremely tricky and weird, yet they seemed to make some sense.
Just study and read and memorize what is written in the book. Where does she get all these weird ideas?
I used to feel that classes were boring and unexciting, and they were not as interesting as practicing Qigong.
Taking a class now is almost draining his old bones!
He came to teach to support his family, but now, in order not to appear too stupid in front of his students, he even has to review the lessons he learned decades ago. He has been working so hard that the few hairs he has left are almost falling out.
How can a student force a teacher like this?
It’s unfair, so unfair!
Master Xie ran to Ouyang Ye and made a tearful accusation, saying that he really could not teach the students in Class D anymore and wanted to go home to farm.
"Master Supervisor, please be kind and have mercy on my old bones!"
Master Xie was crying and snotting.
"I'm almost sixty years old, I can't stand these guys tossing me around! They are so eager to learn..."
Ouyang Ye had a complicated expression. He was a little skeptical about what Master Xie said, but when he heard him mention Zhu Lan, he immediately remembered what happened at Guanfeng Pavilion that day.
Well, that little girl was indeed a little unexpected, but if we say that the entire T-class has changed its appearance...
He was also a little unconvinced.
Ouyang Ye consoled Master Xie with a few kind words and asked him to go with him to the Dingzi class to take a look.
As a result, Mr. Xie burst into tears and held on to the table leg, refusing to let go.
Those eyes thirsting for knowledge seemed to want to tear out every inch of knowledge from him!
He shuddered whenever he thought about it.
I won’t go, even if I die!
Ouyang Ye had no choice but to sigh and go and take a look himself.
It was just the end of the afternoon class. Ouyang Ye walked through the rows of classrooms. When the students who were originally playing and laughing saw him passing by, they suddenly became silent and quietly slipped back to their respective classrooms, fearing that they would be noticed by the terrifying dean.
Zhu Qingyan walked out of Class 2, Class C. Xue Mei and Zhao Wenyuan were waiting for her at the door.
The three of them ran into Ouyang Ye head-on. Xue Mei and Zhao Wenyuan were so scared that their smiles immediately disappeared. On the contrary, Zhu Qingyan smiled even more and took the initiative to greet him:
"Hello, Dean Ouyang!"
Xue Mei and Zhao Wenyuan glanced at each other quietly: Is this the confidence of a good student?
Ouyang Ye nodded slightly to her and continued walking towards the southwest of the academy.
Zhu Qingyan and the others looked at the direction he left, becoming more and more puzzled.
"Hey, if we go further over there, isn't there only the T-shaped class left?" Xue Mei asked.
"Maybe those idiots are causing trouble again!"
Zhao Wenyuan suddenly became excited. "I heard that Master Xie was so angry at them that he couldn't sleep for several nights. Dean Ouyang must have gone to deal with them. Let's go and take a look!"
Zhu Qingyan pretended not to be interested, but out of friendship for the sake of their good sisters, she reluctantly accompanied them to take a look.
It would be satisfying if Zhu Lan was expelled from the academy by Dean Ouyang himself!
So a few people pretended to be passing by and followed Ouyang Ye.
When students from other classes saw this, many of them followed to watch the fun with a gloating look since Ouyang Ye was not here to cause trouble for them.
Soon, a large group of people followed Ouyang Ye.
The door of Class T was closed tightly, and no one went in or out. It was totally unlike the lively classrooms of other classes after school.
Zhao Wenyuan sneered: "Master Xie was only sick from anger for half a day, and they dared to skip class. How bold!"
Xue Mei also chimed in, "Yes, I think they just don't want to attend class, and they're trying to piss off the teacher!"
Zhu Qingyan stole a glance at Ouyang Ye, who looked stern, and turned back to advise:
"Perhaps the juniors in Class T are reviewing their lessons in the study room! After all, it's quite a distance from the study room to here."
The implication is that they are too lazy and are unwilling to walk even a few steps.
"Senior Sister Qingyan is really kind-hearted. The Zhu Lan family bullied you, but you still spoke up for her."
"They both have the last name Zhu. Senior Sister Qingyan is so outstanding, but that Zhu Lan is just... ah."
Zhu Qingyan's eyes flashed with pride.
Ouyang Ye frowned slightly and walked towards Class T, his steps revealing a bit of anger.
Since the teacher is not here, he doesn't even come to the classroom. Do you have any sense of propriety?
All fined thirty
Ouyang Ye's footsteps suddenly stopped.
The tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and then slowly raised up.
Inside the Ding-shaped classroom, there came the sound of a passionate lecture?
Ouyang Ye took two steps closer to make sure that he was not hallucinating. There was indeed someone giving a lecture in that room, and it was a rather difficult-to-understand passage in the Analects.
The voice of the lecture was that of a girl. Ouyang Ye looked over through the gap in the back window of the classroom and was slightly startled.
Qiao Youyou was standing on the podium holding a textbook and explaining the meaning of a certain article to everyone. Her voice was high-pitched and she used body language as she jumped up and down, looking extremely energetic.
The students in Class T were either sitting or standing, and were occasionally amused by Qiao Youyou and laughed out loud.
Liang Zhou was still sitting with his legs crossed, but his eyes were fixed intently on the textbook.
Outside the classroom, there were students chattering behind him. Ouyang Ye looked at them unhappily and his voices suddenly became quieter.
Qiao Youyou's voice came from the classroom and everyone could hear it.
"I've finished my story, it's your turn, Lanlan!"
Zhu Lan walked up to the podium with a textbook in his hand, and passed by Qiao Youyou. The two of them high-fived each other.
Zhu Lan held the textbook and talked freely, his style was completely different from Qiao Youyou's.
Her language is humorous, and she can express even the most obscure content clearly in just a few sentences, sometimes citing extensively.
How could the demeanor of the man standing on the stage look like that of a ten-year-old child?
"The article I want to talk about is the fourth chapter of The Analects of Confucius: Li Ren. The benevolent are at peace with benevolence, and the wise are benefiting from benevolence. Our Anren County in Hunan Province is named after this place."
"I know Anren County. I passed by it last year when I took the high-speed rail!" Qiao Youyou said excitedly.
"Don't interrupt! Professor Zhu's class used to be live-streamed online for a fee, but now we can take the class for free. What a bargain!"
“That’s right!”
Outside the classroom, Zhao Wenyuan frowned and asked in a low voice:
"Senior Sister Qingyan, what are these things they are talking about, high-speed rail, live broadcast... what are they?"
Zhu Qingyan also frowned, could it be some jargon?
Xiang Wenyuan pushed aside the others, approached Zhu Qingyan and said, "You guys don't understand this? High-speed rail, high-speed rail, it's just the same kind of rail!"
"What about live broadcast?" Zhao Wenyuan asked.
Xiang Wenyuan scratched his head and slapped his thigh:
"A long, straight sowing tool, it must be made of high-speed iron!"
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