"You, the classmate by the window. Ye Feng pointed to a classmate below.

This is a junior sister, and she is very good at studying, even if she is a top student in the entire Haida University, she is a head taller than Senior Dou. This senior sister is even more loved by the teachers, and the students in the classroom also know her, but this senior sister may be too good at studying, and always likes to ask the teacher some special professional questions, and many teachers are even stumped by this senior sister, so the teachers also love and hate her.

"It's Senior Sister Sun. ”

"This time the problem is estimated to have depth. ”

"Khan, why did Professor Ye order her, isn't this asking for hardship?"

"Yes, Senior Sister Sun is a well-known super student in Haida, and even some teachers sometimes have to ask Senior Sister Sun for advice. ”

The classmates said everything, and the sister-in-law was also a little worried, frowning at the phone and saying to her sister: "Now my brother-in-law is in trouble." ”

Su Ning over there listened to her sister's words, and her heart suddenly lifted, and she looked at Ye Feng a little nervously.

Even Dean Zhao looked back at this senior sister and smiled with satisfaction, obviously she knew this senior sister and liked such a student very much, and it was estimated that she was also the focus of the department.

Senior Sister Sun took prose appreciation, and after standing up, she pushed her thick glasses with an expressionless face, and said unceremoniously: "Professor Ye, your achievements in mathematics, poetry, and fiction are convincing to students, but after all, human energy is limited, and I don't think you are necessarily qualified to teach in prose." ”

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding students were in an uproar.

"Sure enough, it's my senior sister Sun in society, domineering!"

"There's no need to be so serious, right?"

Su Ling also muttered in a low voice, "Senior Sister Sun, this is too direct." ”

Su Ning on the other end was also slightly worried, but didn't say anything.

But Ye Feng felt a little interesting, "Oh, you mean I can't teach you?"

Senior Sister Sun nodded without giving any face, "Students in your other fields can only look up, but in terms of prose, students are suspicious." How can a teacher be a good teacher if his knowledge is not good enough to convince his students?"

This is a bit sharp.

However, it is true. If you don't have a little ink in your belly, then why do you teach your students? What can you teach your students?

"Senior Sister Sun, isn't this saving a little face for Professor Ye!"

"This hat is a bit big!"

"She has a grudge against your brother-in-law, right?" Qi Qing said embarrassedly.

Su Ling was a little unhappy but said helplessly: "What's the matter, Senior Sister Sun is such a person, there is no way!"

Dean Zhao didn't speak, just sat quietly.

Principal Wu frowned and stopped, "Little Sun, how can you talk to Professor Ye?"

Maybe it was because the principal was angry, Senior Sister Sun said lightly: "Then I won't say it, Professor Ye is sorry, the student is reckless, you just treat it as a student and didn't say anything." ”

Ye Feng was not angry, waved his hand at Principal Wu, and said with a smile: "Since I said it at the beginning, you can ask anything, there is nothing reckless or reckless." ”

Principal Wu glanced at Senior Sister Sun, turned his head and nodded at Ye Feng, since Ye Feng said so, then he had nothing to say, he was also a little curious, and wanted to see how Ye Feng answered.

Ye Feng was not angry, but asked with interest: "This classmate, how do you know that I don't understand prose?"

Senior Sister Sun said seriously: "No, you misunderstood, I never said that you don't understand prose." ”

Well?

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, but after a while, he smiled.

He now understood what was going on.

This classmate turned out to be teaching him!

What they just said is that if you don't know prose, then you are not qualified to teach prose appreciation, and the other way around, if you want to teach, then you have to let your classmates know that you understand prose!

Heh, kind of interesting.

The students also reacted.

"Khan, it turns out that Senior Sister Sun wants Professor Ye to show off his prose skills!"

"Xueba is amazing!"

"But Professor Ye doesn't seem to have any works on prose. ”

"It doesn't seem to be. ”

Ye Feng smiled and said, "You just asked me how to be a good teacher, right?"

"Forehead ......"

Senior Sister Sun didn't know what to say, she obviously didn't ask this question.

The other students also laughed when they saw Ye Feng like this.

"Professor Ye is amazing!"

"It's really shameless to change the topic (Su Ling's murderous gaze hits)...... Uh, no, it's invincible. ”

"I didn't expect Professor Ye to be so black-bellied! haha!"

Principal Wu looked at Ye Feng approvingly, yes, you have to do this! The questions that can't be answered can be completely broken through from the side! Not bad!

And Zhao Huangming and the other classrooms in the department showed a trace of contempt in their eyes, there is really no problem with answering this way, but doesn't this mean that he has exposed his shortcomings in prose?

Zhao Huangming thought about it, do you want to talk to the principal for a while, don't let Ye Feng teach prose appreciation, so that Ye Feng will feel better, and it will not delay the students.

Ignoring what everyone thought, Ye Feng turned around and wrote a big word "division" on the blackboard with a pen.

Under the incomprehensible gaze of everyone, Ye Feng turned around, looked at all the people in the audience, and whispered: "Ancient scholars must have teachers." ”

Well?

Ye Feng opened his mouth with this sentence, which immediately stunned countless people.

A lot of people think they're hearing wrong.

However, Ye Feng ignored those, and said calmly while holding on to the podium: "Master, so preaching and receiving karma to solve doubts." ”

All of a sudden, everyone could hear it clearly!

Classical Chinese!

It's an ancient text again!

Well?

Why do you say again?

That's right!

Their Professor Ye used ancient Chinese to scold Professor Liu angrily!

Right!

What the hell Professor Ye scolded the street yesterday is his prose!

And it's ancient prose!

Maybe everyone's attention yesterday was on Ye Feng scolding the five old professors from other people, but they didn't pay much attention to how Ye Feng scolded.

However, now Ye Feng's mouth is ancient prose again, and the classmates who went to the scene yesterday immediately remembered it.

Who said Professor Ye didn't have prose works?

That article that wrote Maxima is prose!

Everyone raised the spirit, Professor Ye used an ancient text yesterday to scold the five senior professors of the Chinese Department without any power to return the word, and finally left the scene in shame, what great work will Professor Ye have today? Moreover, this is an improvisation on the spot?

Even Dean Zhao and several professors of the Chinese Department pricked up their ears and listened seriously.

They are not these hairy children, they know that they are all professional in literature. As for the two sentences at the beginning of Ye Feng, they directly shocked their spirits!

Especially the sentence "Teacher, so preaching and receiving karma to solve doubts", directly explains the question of what a teacher is!

I saw Ye Feng exhale, and slowly and melodiously whispered: "People are not born to know, how can they be free from confusion? ……”

"Before I was born, I heard the Tao before me, and I learned from it;" Ye Feng glanced at Senior Sister Sun with a smile, and said: "After being born to me, he also heard the Tao before me, and I learned from him." My teacher is also the Tao, and the husband knows that he was born in the order of his years, so there is no noble and low, no long and no less, the Tao exists, and the teacher exists. ”

No matter how old you are, as long as you know more than me, you are my teacher!

But, do you know how much I have?

Senior Sister Sun sat down silently, and the rest of the students pulled the corners of their mouths, and sighed in their hearts: This Professor Ye is really not easy to mess with!

Ye Feng smiled lightly, and suddenly his voice was raised a little, and he looked very stern: "Whew! The way of the teacher is not passed on for a long time! It is also difficult to be confused by the desire of others! The saints of the ancients are also far away, and they still ask questions from their teachers; and the saints under them are also far away, and they are ashamed to learn from their teachers." Therefore, the holy is holy, and the foolish is foolish. This is why a saint is holy and a fool is stupid?"

Ye Feng's eyes swept back and forth at the classmates in the class, and the classmates who were swept by Ye Feng lowered their heads one after another, and no one dared to look at Ye Feng.

Embarrassed teacher?

Exam teacher?

Oh, didn't you just look at yourself a few times in the bottom of your heart, and wanted to see if this teacher was qualified to teach you?

Be!

There's nothing wrong with that!

But is it really the right thing to do?

You must know that every person has his own strengths and has something worth learning from.

What's more, a teacher.

"Sage Master of Impermanence. Confucius taught Tanzi, Chang Hong, Shi Xiang, and Lao Dan. The disciple of Tanzi is not as virtuous as Confucius. Confucius said: If you are a threesome, you must have my teacher. Ye Feng looked at everyone and said lightly: "Therefore, the disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher, the teacher does not have to be better than the disciple, there is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry, that's it." ”

The sentence has not been changed, but two paragraphs have been deleted by Ye Feng.

After Ye Feng finished reciting, the classroom was already silent.

Whether it was Dean Zhao or several other professors, they were all frowning and pondering.

Ye Feng's article really gave them a great shock.

Whether it is from the literary level or from the ideological level.

What is Teacher?

How do you become a teacher, or even a good teacher?

thought that Ye Feng was changing the topic, but at this moment, everyone knew that Ye Feng didn't care about Senior Sister Sun's questioning at all. He really just wanted to show everyone his understanding of the way of the teacher.

By the way, tell everyone that he understands prose.

At this time, Senior Sister Sun stood up and bowed deeply to Ye Feng, "Professor Ye, thank you!"

"You're welcome. Ye Feng smiled.

"...... Uproar"

There was another thunderous applause, which I don't know how many times this meeting was applauded. The other classes that are taught on one floor should be curious to death.

What's this doing in the next class?

Do you have a party?

However, Ye Feng was not complacent because of this, he pressed his hand very calmly, and said, "Do you still have any questions?"

This time, almost the entire class raised their hands.

"I, I, I. ”

"Call me. ”

"This one. Ye Feng ordered one casually.

This is a relatively well-behaved junior, he got up excitedly, looked at Ye Feng with admiration and said: "Professor Ye, you, you know so much knowledge, you are a great mathematician, or a poet, a novelist, and even you have a lot of research on songs, people always say that there is no end to learning, but I think you are the one closest to the other side, you, can you tell us, where is the end of knowledge?"

Xu was so excited, this junior brother trembled a little when he spoke.

The classroom was quiet again.

The end of knowledge?

If there is really an end to knowledge, then, as this classmate said, Ye Feng is the one closest to the other side.

Ye Feng thought for three seconds and smiled lightly.

Turn around and take the pen.

On both sides of the big word "division" on the blackboard, such a sentence was written.

"The sea of learning is endless,"

"The top of the book mountain is man-made peak. ”

In the classroom, everyone, including Principal Wu and Dean Zhao, all stared blankly at the sentence on the blackboard and the person who wrote it.