Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Teacher Hates Iron and Steel

No matter how Yan Bianzhao's learning has not grown, Teacher Shu still does not give up on him, she knows very well that Yan Bianzhao has not mastered the knowledge he imparts in class, and wants to provide him one-on-one, face-to-face, and hand-in-hand counseling in his spare time.

The school is a day school, teachers and students go home in the morning, noon and evening, and Teacher Shu rarely has free time.

Shu is a private teacher, and she has the responsibility to help outside, and there are housework to do at home, so she has to pinch her fingers to finish the work in the middle of noon and evening. Even so, Mr. Shu still wanted to squeeze out time to tutor him.

She asked Yan Bianzhao to arrive at school before 2 o'clock at noon every day, half an hour before class, which was a good time. But every time she stood on tiptoe at the school gate, she couldn't see Yan Bianzhao's figure.

Yan Bian came and told Teacher Shu that her brother saw her at the gate from a distance, and she hurriedly shrank and hid under the high cliff. When he pulls him, he pulls up the pedal stake, don't try to pull it. Where can Yan Bianxi find him when he takes the teacher to find him?

Teacher Shu went to Yan Bianzhao's home to visit and discussed with Yan Yongnong whether he could send Yan Bianzhao to school from 7 to 8 o'clock in the evening, that is, during the period when she was working late, and she would tutor him while preparing for class, but Yan Yongnong disagreed, he said that the child has short yang energy, and what should I do if the night is full of black ghosts?

Teacher Shu proposed that she send the teacher to her door on Wednesday night and Sunday afternoon, because the school does not require class on Wednesday night, she said sincerely: "If the school does not stipulate that the school will work late, I will come to him every night to make up for it and help him eat and digest the day's homework." ”

Yan Yongnong was very moved, he said: "Teacher Shu, I know that you are so good to our children, you have tried your best to help them, and I really want my son to read well." It's just that we don't worry about letting you climb mountains and mountains at night, back and forth. You come for a day on Sunday, but you have to promise me to be an au pair with you, and I'll go to your house to do farm work. ”

"No, no, the labor in the fields is coolie, and I can't trade a light burden for a heavy burden to exploit you. ”

"Do your best, you do your best, I do my best, it's a win-win situation. Maybe I'll get your benefit, you teach my son so hard, he reads on the road, reads well, this can't be bought. ”

Teacher Shu and Yan Yongnong were in full swing in a friendly and pleasant atmosphere to plan Yan Bianzhao's future, Yan Bianzhao hid in another room and listened to the wall, listening to his anxious heart, complaining and gritting his teeth, and jumping like thunder: "I changed my method all day long to calculate me, and I also worked together to deal with me, make up, make up for the head, make up the egg, I let you make up for it, even if I lose." ”

Sunday came, and when Yan Yongnong's hind foot went out of the door, Teacher Shu's front foot did not arrive, Yan Bianzhao fled.

Teacher Shu sat in the hall of Yan Bianzhao's house, waiting left and right, and couldn't wait for Yan Bianzhao, so he got up inside and outside the house and shouted that Yan Bianzhao intended to hide. It seems that such a good opportunity to make up the class is yellow, and Teacher Shu has no choice but to hand over the tile across the wall to teach Yan Bianxi the content to be made up, and then let Yan Bianxi transfer it to Yan Bianzhao.

This knowledge will be and will soon be integrated for Yan Bianxi, but she doesn't know how to teach, and she can only learn but not teach. So Mr. Shu told Yan Bianxi about the teaching method of this content, and then asked Yan Bianxi to tell him, and repeated training until he was satisfied.

Teacher Shu left Yan Bianzhao came back, and when she saw Yan Bianzhao enter the door, Yan Bianxi was very happy, she was anxious to get over the addiction of being a teacher.

"Brother, where are you staying all morning? Teacher Shu has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"What are you waiting for me?" Yan Bianzhao asked knowingly.

"It's not to make up for you. ”

"I didn't make it up, so I let her come for nothing to see what she was doing. ”

"He didn't come in vain, she told me everything she was going to talk about, and told me to tell you again. ”

"You want to be a teacher, you want to be a teacher?" Yan Bianzhao looked surprised.

"It's not like I've never been a teacher, and the teacher often asks me to read with everyone in the morning reading class!"

"That's reading the old class, and now it's teaching the new class, and I don't believe you can talk about it. ”

"It's a new lesson for you, it's an old lesson for me, and the teacher taught me to teach like her, and asked me to tell her over and over again, and she said that I was better than ever, and that I would be a good teacher in the future. Yan Bianxi said proudly.

"Pull your mouth, you can be a teacher, I won't eat for ten days. Yan Bianzhao looked disdainful.

"Okay, I'll tell you about it now. The 't' is like an umbrella handle, pronounced 'special', and the 'f' is like a cane, pronounced 'Buddha'. First----. ”

"I teach it wrong, these two letters want to say that like an umbrella handle is like an umbrella handle, like a cane, and the umbrella is like a cane, and the umbrella is not like a stick when it is put away and holds the ground, and the stick pointing to the sky is not like an umbrella handle, but it is just a matter of upside down and shun, and you call them the same thing indiscriminately. ”

"I'm not wrong, that's what the teacher taught me, and that's what I told the teacher. ”

"Wrong is wrong. Yan Bianzhao raised his voice.

"That's right. Yan Bianxi also sharpened his voice.

"Wrong, wrong--------。 ”

"That's right, that's right-----。 ”

The two are called. At this time, Yan Yongnong came back, and when he saw them arguing, he asked, "Why are you talking like this?"

"She said that she wanted to be my teacher to give me a lecture, but she made a mistake and had to fight to the death. Yan Bianzhao preemptively said.

"It would have been right. Yan Bianxi whispered that she knew that she would not be good with her father.

"You still have to be hard-mouthed, not shy, and you don't want to be a teacher without the fetal skin on your head. You can be a teacher, and the dogs have big bowls of flowers to eat. Sure enough, Yan Yongnong trained Yan Bianxi with a black face, and took Yan Bianzhao to eat.

On Monday morning, Ms. Shu came to the school early, standing on the side of the school gate, looking forward to the distance, she was eager to check Yan Bianzhao's study yesterday. Seeing the figures of Yan Bianzhao's brothers and sisters appearing on the stone road, she greeted them, and took out the cards that had been prepared long ago to let Yan Bianzhao identify them, and naturally Yan Bianzhao couldn't answer a lot.

Teacher Shu asked Yan Bianxi: "Yan Bianxi, didn't you do the things I gave you?"

"I taught but he didn't listen, saying that I was teaching all the wrong things, and he wouldn't let me teach, and my father scolded me at him. Yan Bianxi was very aggrieved.

"Oh, you look down on her, think she can't teach well, then I'll teach, and then you stay after school at noon and evening, and I will stop working {dead man's work} to make up for you until you have learned everything. Teacher Shu said to Yan Bianzhao.

In the days to come, as long as the school bell rang, Teacher Shu didn't have time to pack up the teaching aids and stood in front of Yan Bianzhao's desk to block him. Yan Bianzhao left the classroom quickly, because he was fully prepared for school before the class bell rang, so he didn't care about Teacher Shu's words. As long as he leaves the classroom door, he will become a duck woman in Dongting Lake, and no one can catch up.

I don't know how dedicated Mr. Shu is to teaching him!. She gave all the content she had taught to Yan Bian Zhao to reinvent the furnace, and then she had to test whether he had mastered it. For example, after she talked about math problems, she asked Yan Bianzhao to tell her in turn.

When Mr. Shu gave Yan Bianzhao a lecture, he lectured endlessly, lesson after lesson, and lecture after lecture. I can't pour out all my stomach to him. It seems that Yan Bianzhao is one of her children, as if he is reading for her.

When Yan Bianzhao answered a question correctly and got a question right, she was happy and happy, if he couldn't memorize what he should have memorized, and if he couldn't do what he should do, she would be angry, and there was nothing more angry than this.

At this time, she was angry, yelling at Yan Bianzhao, knocking her fingers on the book, slapping her face on the table, and kicking her feet on the ground, just hate to beat Yan Bianzhao's bitterness. Teacher Shu also knew that Yan Yongnong wanted to take good care of his son, and teaching his son to read was second.

If he beat his son because of the culture of teaching his son, even if he taught his son to get double hundred, he would not be reasonable. Teacher Shu didn't care whether Yan Yongnong appreciated it or not, and sometimes he couldn't help but punish Yan Bianzhao for standing, punished him for kneeling, and whipped his buttocks.

I really hate that iron can't become steel!

Even the teacher's one-on-one tutoring of Yan Bian Zhao could not have a good effect, because he was completely passive in learning, and he was forced and pressed. He was very disgusted with the teacher, so he didn't want to listen to what the teacher said, or even didn't listen to it.

Yan Bianzhao also has one of the biggest drawbacks is that it is slow, which is the effect of his father's teaching. During the meal, Yan Yongnong asked him to chew slowly and say something to 'prevent choking when eating', every time he was late before and after meals; when he walked, he asked him to move lightly and slowly and say 'walk and let go of falling', and every time he got out of school, he was swinging his dragon tail.

Every action in his life is in slow motion.

The teacher supervised him to do the questions in front of him, and he slowly repaired the tip of the pen and applied the ink for a while. The teacher said that it didn't work for him to beat him, and that he had completely become a cow that couldn't be whipped with three whips.