Yan Gou failed miserably

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The squad leader is serious: "I see, we will definitely go to bed early and get up early in the future, study hard, and establish a good image for the students."

Li Jianghao, who has never had a sense of existence, also expressed his attitude: "Yeah!"

The remaining two also wanted to make a statement, but the head teacher waved his hand: "It's useless to just talk, let's see how you perform in the future, and go back, it's really cold outside."

He Ci almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard this, he pinched Si Xian's arm fiercely, and then held back his smile, Si Xian: Meow meow?

Every dormitory more or less has a night when all the staff can't sleep. Their dormitory experienced this phenomenon yesterday.

At this time, classmate He Ci, the little prince of ghost stories, appeared on the stage, and did a lot of work for everyone, and various horror stories emerged one after another.

Si Xian was expressionless, and his plan to watch a horror movie with He Ci this week was cut in half.

This lecture couldn't be stopped, and it was only after eleven o'clock that everyone realized that it was already late at night, and they were ready to rest.

Back to today, the students in the classroom are no longer surprised by these four people, and the Chibi Fu in front of them is not cute anymore.

In the afternoon, the head teacher had a meeting, so he handed over the important task of explaining the papers to He Ci, a lively student.

In class, amidst the bewildered expressions of everyone, He Ci took the paper and walked up to the podium, smiling: "Well, old class cough cough, the Chinese teacher has a meeting today. So, I will give these two lessons. Let’s talk about the Chinese paper from the test the day before yesterday.”

As soon as the voice fell, many boys below began to boo: "Mr. Xiao He is very handsome——"

"Teacher He's first question, I don't know how to—"

"Teacher Xiao Ci is so handsome—"

……

The gap between the girls and the boys was very obvious at this time. Many girls took out the papers and notes very seriously, just like when the head teacher was there.

Of course, the boys didn't mean anything malicious, it's because He Ci is very popular in the class, so many people like to make fun of it.

He Cibai glanced at the booing boys behind him: "Nonsense, it's up to you! Well, let's read the first article first. Is there anything you don't know about these three choices?"

"My first choice is no. I feel that both b and c are right, and d also makes sense. A can be said after thinking about it carefully." Yang Yalong, who was sitting in the front row, was the first to raise his hand, fearing that no one would say anything.

Well, it's all bullshit.

He Ci nodded: "Then let me explain to everyone."

This question is actually not difficult, but the options are very confusing, and it is easy to fall into the pit if you are not careful.

In a few words, Teacher Xiao He unraveled the confusing language trap, which made many people who did the right thing feel suddenly enlightened.

Then they talked one by one.

He Ci was still a little nervous at first, but as soon as he gave a lecture, the knowledge points in his mind kept pouring out, and his confidence became more and more powerful. Later, he even had the momentum and calmness of a class teacher.

Among the students below, there were quite a few people who had a disapproving attitude, but they listened to it without knowing it, as if the one standing in front was He Weidong and Bendong.

Next, Li Xiangge stared intently at He Ci on the podium, with a trace of indistinct emotion flashing across his eyes.

The best occasion for a boy to show off his charm is when he scolds Fang Qiu on the podium and talks in a mediocre manner.

When it comes to the appreciation of ancient poetry, He Ci, who is getting better and better, was a little tired, coughed twice, and paused.

No. [-] classmate Bu Yanfei saw this, and passed the warm hot water over.

Teacher He took a few sips from the water glass and said, "Look at his enlightenment, at least you have to go to Tsinghua University—"

roaring with laughter...

The boys booed: Shhh——

After taking a sip of water, Teacher He looked down at the students who were staring at him one by one, feeling emotional.

You can see it so clearly!

The small actions of myself and Si Xian seemed to be hidden in the past, presumably in the eyes of the teacher, it was clear, but I just didn't bother to say it.

At this time Li Xiangge raised his hand, He Ci was a little surprised: "You said..."

"Teacher, the second question about that ancient poem is that I don't know how to appreciate it, please explain it to me."

This teacher made He Ci feel comfortable physically and mentally, and it also made the eyes of many male students a lot more playful.Of course, Si Xian was not included.

Teacher Xiao He picked up the chalk and disassembled the ancient poem on the test paper bit by bit, from rhetorical techniques to expressive techniques, as well as the background of the poet at that time and so on.

"Understood, in fact, appreciation doesn't care about these types, such as expressing one's ambitions, profile description, frontal description, direct expression of one's heart, raising objects, exaggeration, imaginary brushwork, combination of fiction and reality, direct expression of emotion, indirect expression of emotion, combination of movement and stillness... ..." He Ci eloquently listed a lot.

Next, Li Xiangge nodded slightly, and wrote a lot of beautiful words in the notebook.

Si Xian didn't move a single word in his notebook, and from the beginning of the lecture to the present, his eyes have not moved away from the podium.

There are gangsters, like cuts are like consultations, like cuts like grinding.

He has never been so deeply aware of that jade-like man in front as he is now, that he belongs to him.

The homeroom teacher came. Actually, he had been looking in the window for a while, but he didn't expect the atmosphere in the class to be so good.

Seeing that the Lord is coming, He Ci was about to step down, but He Weidong quickly stopped him: "Go on, now I am classmate He, and you are Teacher He."

There was another burst of laughter in the class.

"Good guy, Xiaoci has succeeded in seeking power and usurping the throne!" Dabu whispered bb.

After teasing for a while, He Weidong randomly found a seat in the back and sat down, sat down properly, and really became a student.

He Ci felt like he was playing big swords in front of Guan Gong, and he was shy: "Hey, then, let's continue."

……

After dissecting the composition in detail, He Ci heaved a sigh of relief, a paper was finally finished.It takes a quarter and a half.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation. Now I am classmate He. Now let the real teacher He take the stage."

There was a tsunami of applause, and no one else took the lead.

Mr. Zhen He came up and sighed again and again: "It is true that the waves from the back push the waves from the front, and beat the front waves to death on the beach."

He was a little embarrassed about what he said, and he asked his deskmate in a low voice: "Si Xian, what I said is okay—"

Si Xian did not hesitate: "Perfect"

"Well, it's actually okay... I'm still a little nervous—"

This is a lie!It seems humble, but in fact the tail behind is almost up to the sky, just waiting for other people's praise to come a little more violently.

Si Xian, who has seen through everything a long time ago: "Youdida great job. (You did a great job!)"