"I'll review this trigonometric problem with you all again, and then you can try to do the homework on your own after class."
Chen Yanke took the chalk, turned around and quickly wrote down a question she had recorded on the lesson plan on the blackboard.
As the get out of class was about to end, the students became restless and agitated.
They didn't listen carefully to what Chen Yanke said.
Every time someone walked past the window, they couldn't help but look up.
Only a few people continued to listen to the class with undivided attention, their fingers holding pens and performing calculations on the draft paper simultaneously.
After copying the questions, Chen Yanke turned around and looked at the students sitting below the podium, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were shrewd, his back was straight, and he exuded majesty without being angry.
At this moment, the students didn't know what her expression meant.
The better the temper of a person is and the less likely he is to get angry, the more terrifying he is when he gets angry.
Just one look is enough to make someone invisible.
Finally, when everyone felt that the atmosphere was gradually becoming dead silent and looked up, Chen Yanke spoke.
"Recently, I've noticed that several of my classmates have submitted assignments that are clearly very similar, even with the same mistakes."
"I won't tell you who it is."
"I don't know if it's a coincidence or something else."
The words were just a brief mention and not made clear.
There was no emotion in his tone, it was so flat, as if he was just chatting about family matters.
She turned a page of the textbook spread out on the podium and flattened it down with her wrist.
"I hope this won't happen again when the homework is handed in tomorrow."
Everyone was silent.
A few of them looked at each other with red ears, and then lowered their heads.
Young people of this age will show any emotion on their faces and cannot hide their guilty conscience.
Chen Yanke glanced at the students indifferently.
"The get out of class is almost over, so I won't go into the new lesson. If you have time when you get home, you can preview it. If not, forget it."
"I want to say a few more words today."
She closed the textbook and looked at the students below the podium.
Several years ago, she was one of those sitting below.
At that time, she was devoted to her studies, and many of her classmates privately said that she was a little old-fashioned and a cold beauty.
And now, she stood here as a teacher, and her mood became different.
"Everyone who comes to No. 1 Middle School is excellent. Learning doesn't just depend on others urging and reminding you. It's like an old ox that only moves forward when it's whipped."
“There is no shortcut to learning. You can only rely on your own initiative.”
"Those who want to learn will naturally study hard, and those who don't want to learn will be useless no matter how much you persuade them."
She has always been easy to talk to, and has the temperament of a well-educated and well-mannered type. She rarely nags her students with words like "no copying homework" or "don't whisper in class."
She felt that they were not kindergarten children and did not need anyone to teach them these things.
Perhaps this is one of the reasons why students like her.
When the school started, the students were all very well behaved and this kind of phenomenon did not occur at all.
After the midterm exam, I don’t know if it was because I gradually became lax or for some other reason, but several of the homework assignments I collected had similar problems.
Math homework is different from other homework. For other homework, you can copy and correct two answers, but there is only one answer to math homework, and the process is slightly different depending on each person's thinking.
She is the class teacher and has the responsibility to remind the students.
After all, those who can get into No. 1 Middle School have good grades.
However, there are also students who were top students in junior high school, but could only be at the bottom of the class after coming to No. 1 Middle School. They were under too much pressure and studied too hard, so they gradually became lazy and became indifferent. This situation is very common in No. 1 Middle School.
The doors and windows were closed, and the heater had been on all morning, so the classroom was a bit stuffy.
What's even more depressing is the atmosphere.
Her words made the students sit up straight.
Chen Yanke knew that what she said was useful and would not be ignored.
Just then, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.
The classroom was unusually quiet instead of bustling with activity right away, with only the sounds of students from other classes making noises coming from outside the window.
Whenever I pass by, I would take a curious look inside, perhaps wondering why this class is so quiet after class.
"Okay, let's end the get out of class. If you have any questions, come up and ask."
Chen Yanke packed up her books and prepared to leave. As soon as she left the classroom, several students followed her out of the classroom.
I think it's time to apologize for something similar.
After a while, the classroom became lively again.
Cong Nian breathed a sigh of relief.
There was even a thin layer of sweat on my back.
The atmosphere just now was too depressing, and she subconsciously became nervous too.
She had never seen Chen Yanke so serious before.
In my impression, Chen Yanke has been both a teacher and a friend since the day she entered school.
Fortunately, she usually did her homework carefully, otherwise she would have felt guilty and wanted to cry just now.
The temperature of the hand warmer in her hand was a little lower than in the morning. She changed her hand to hold it, and the sweat from her palm soaked the outer shell.
Yu Xinghe, who was sitting in the front row, stood up and seemed to be holding something in his hand.
"Nian Nian, I'm going to visit Class 5, Grade 2."
Turning around and knocking on Cong Nian's desk, Yu Xinghe shook the notebook in his hand.
Class 5, Grade 12, is just a code name among them.
Cong Nian nodded obediently and said okay.
I don’t know why He He doesn’t want to call Senior Fang Xun by his name, but instead uses “Class 5, Grade 2” instead.
This was something Fang Xun asked Jiang Nanqiao to bring to her a few days ago. After she finished reading it, she planned to return it during the break.
Apart from the longer break between classes, there was only a ten-minute break between each class, so she couldn't afford to waste any time. After saying something to Cong Nian, she quickly walked towards the classroom door.
So much so that she didn't notice that something seemed wrong with the latter.
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