Class nine.
After sleeping soundly in the last math class, the students finally woke up with the ringing of the bell.
Yawning, I flipped through the schedule out of boredom to see if the next class was suitable for playing Three Kingdoms Kill.
If they had a very 'kind' teacher like the biology teacher, they would have spent their time playing Three Kingdoms Kill.
After all, if you sleep too long every day, you will occasionally have a physical headache.
But the moment they opened the class schedule, all sleepiness disappeared instantly!
"I Minato?! History class?!"
"What? The next period is Mr. Yan's class?"
“So fast?!”
"We have history class on Tuesday?!"
The students still didn't quite believe it, but when they confirmed it again, their mentality instantly lifted.
"Wuhu, take off! Finally, I can have a serious class!"
"Hey, what do you think, how will Teacher Yan teach this lesson?"
"Who knows? Anyway, I won't feel sleepy anymore!"
"Today is Tuesday, right? I remember, and then I remembered that last week there was a class with Teacher Ren the next day, which was Thursday. It seems that it was always in the morning."
"Well, we have to prepare well after these two classes, so as not to be too hasty and fail to learn anything well." Wang Bo, who had just gotten up, nodded in agreement.
All the students smiled knowingly, rushed out of the classroom during the ten-minute break, and sobered themselves up with cold water.
Then they sat in their seats neatly, looking forward to the bell ringing.
...
Compared with Class 9 who were slow to react, netizens who were eager to watch the fun had already prepared various snacks and were waiting in Class 9's live broadcast room.
Previously, few netizens stayed in Class 9’s live broadcast room for a long time because the students were either chatting or sleeping. At most, they would come in to take a look and then leave.
But now, the number of people in the live broadcast room has soared to 700,000, and is still increasing.
They all wanted to know what actions Ren Yan would take to respond to the completely different comments on the Internet.
"I bet fifty cents! Teacher Ren must be a little scared this time. The last time he gave a serious class, public opinion was overwhelming. No mortal can resist it!"
"You are wrong, my friend. After two days of observation, I think Mr. Ren is a rare genius. How could he change his mind just because of public opinion? For this reason, I am willing to use the art of flying backwards as a bet!"
"Mad, can you guys please talk properly? I think Teacher Ren may not even know about this.
I have been very busy these past few days. I haven’t used any of the three national-level apps, Ren Lao Shi, Wei Dou Kuai, etc. I am just like an antique.”
"What the hell, an old antique, would an old antique have such fun with his students?"
"I just came to see Teacher Ren causing trouble..."
"Come and see what's going on +1"
"I still want to know whether Mr. Ren will release the copyright of Three Kingdoms Killing. After all, I really want to play this..."
...
The live broadcast room of Class Nine was extremely lively, and everyone in the director's room was concentrating.
"At present, the most controversial teacher on the Internet, Ren Yanren, is about to start his latest history class. So how will he teach this history class next? Let's lock on "The Strongest Teacher" together."
The host He Bing was talking in the director's room, and the director cooperated by switching the screen to Class Nine.
Although there are other contestants also taking classes at the moment, they are far less discussed than Ren Yan, so the program team has determined the focus of this period very early, and everything will revolve around this new history class.
Soon, ten minutes passed and the class bell rang.
When the bell rang, Ren Yan walked into Class 9:
"Hello, little bastards." Ren Yan was the first to greet them.
The students of Class 9 responded with laughter: "Hello, Teacher Ren!"
"Hello, big bastard!"
Ren Yan pressed her hands nonchalantly, signaling the students to be quiet for a moment:
"We haven't seen each other for a week. Let me ask you first, how much do you know about the history of the Three Kingdoms?"
"Guan, Zhang, Zhao, Ma, Huang, Sun, Liu, Cao, Yuan, and Lu, we already know these historical figures very well!"
"Well, we've also read a lot about the lives of Guo Jia and Zhou Yu!"
A student answered immediately.
"Yes, yes, yes. And their skills. Yingzi is so useful!"
Some students were not willing to be outdone.
After the students answered for a while, Ren Yan nodded.
"Well, it looks like you guys have been playing a lot of Three Kingdoms recently!"
"That's right, teacher!" Wang Bo stood up proudly, "And recently not only history, but also our art and art appreciation have made great progress. If you don't believe me, just look!"
As he said that, he turned around and showed Ren Yan the portrait on the school uniform:
"How is it, Mr. Ren? The painting is very good, isn't it? Although some of them were bought by me, there are still a few that I painted myself."
The corners of Ren Yan's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself, these unlucky kids, are they really not afraid of being beaten?
Spend money, buy paintings, and paint them on school uniforms?!
Are the thinking patterns of today's children so strange?
Didn't he know that clothes need to be washed? Didn't he know how much washing powder would be wasted on his pair of famous calligraphy and paintings?
Ren Yan felt a little pain: "It can be seen that you are all really thick-skinned..."
Then I carefully re-examined Wang Bo's school uniform. Although the starting point was a bit confusing, I have to say that the quality of this painting is still quite high.
It made him appreciate it a little.
However, there was a portrait of Diao Chan in clothes among them, which made Ren Yan lick his teeth.
"How should I put it? Your painting of Diao Chan is very postmodernist in style. One portrait destroys the overall beauty. This is definitely not something that ordinary people can do."
Then he looked at Wang Bo earnestly:
"It's a good painting. Don't paint it again in the future."
Wang Bo's face instantly fell: "Is that what you think? I'll have someone revise it after this class..."
Ren Yan clapped his hands and stopped dwelling on this topic. He glanced at the students and said, "So, you basically spent this week playing Three Kingdoms, drawing, and looking up the information of the characters. You don't have a clear understanding of the specific time period that happened?"
The monitor spread his hands and said, "Teacher Ren, you know us well. If we can read for more than three minutes without falling asleep, we lose."
Ren Yan rolled her eyes at him and said, "You guys are pretty proud of yourself, right?"
The other party touched his neck embarrassedly: "I'm not that good..."
"Go to hell." Ren Yan cursed with a smile, and the whole class started laughing too.
They felt that the previous sense of ease in class had returned to Class Nine.
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