The campus moistened by the morning breeze and sunshine is full of youthful atmosphere, and countless boys and girls shuttle from all corners of the campus.

There are really a lot of students who have morning classes, and groups of students on the school road keep passing by Qiu Minghao's side, and almost every student who passes by his side has to look back at him a few times.

Tyumyho suddenly felt like he was in the spotlight.

For every glance that looked back at him, Qiu Minghao smiled politely back.

made a lot of girls scream a few times from time to time.

His class today is at 408, Block E, Teaching Building.

Today's classroom 408 is still sparsely populated with more than a dozen students as usual.

Although there are forty or fifty students in the initial selection course.

But slowly, many students stopped coming to class.

Tyumen Hao doesn't mind either, love doesn't come or not.

As usual, he quietly walked to the podium, turned on the computer, put down the projection, plugged in the USB flash drive, and prepared to start the lecture.

His classes are free from all meaningless red tape.

"Bang Bang Bang

Just when Qiu Minghao raised his head and was about to start speaking, suddenly there was a burst of warm applause, accompanied by screams and cheers, and suddenly rose up.

Tyumenho was taken aback.

I can't imagine that a dozen or so people can do such a good thing.

He looked at the more than a dozen pairs of youthful eyes under the podium, silent, quietly waiting for their cheers and cheers to stop.

The whole school building didn't know what was going on in 408 in Block E, and only heard thunderous applause and cheers for a long time.

Even the classrooms next door and upstairs and downstairs were affected.

Some upstairs students have even begun to slam on the floor to protest the frenzied riots in Room 408, and even worse, some students have begun to call the university registry to complain.

But the madness of 408 continues.

Someone took out a mobile phone to take a photo, and then posted a photo of Tyumen Hao on social media with various sensational texts.

Text and pictures are being reposted like crazy on campus.

Like a doomsday virus, it replicates itself and spreads itself, and it almost only takes a few minutes for Tyumenho's photos to spread all over the campus!

Of course, Tyumen himself is not yet aware of it.

He finally waited until all the students were quiet. Then he began to speak:

"Okay, if everyone can go to class in a normal mood, I'll start lecturing. ”

Tyumenho's voice was not loud, as usual.

For the current students, he is too lazy to spend a little more effort to please them.

"Good!"

More than a dozen students responded in unison.

But it startled Qiu Minghao, what's going on, have these bastards become so enthusiastic about literature class today?

"Thank you for the applause, although it is the first time in so many years that someone has applauded me, although the teacher doesn't know which tendon is wrong with you today, but in short, thank you, I will be your praise. ”

Qiu Minghao smiled softly.

There was another long-lasting round of applause in the classroom.

"Well, thank you again for the applause, and today we will continue with Chapter 9 of the Appreciation of Classical Literature. ”

Tyumen paused.

He was afraid that the students would applaud again, so he hurriedly continued.

"In the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty, there was a twenty-year-old young man who was very troubled. Why, because since he won the champion, the princes and nobles in Chang'an City have flocked to it, and the royal princess and rich daughter have been proposing, making Wang Majie's official residence in the capital overcrowded every day, and the traffic jam on the official road in front of the door. ”

"Of course, if that's all there is to it. The most boring thing is that all kinds of gossip and scandals in Chang'an City at that time also began to be very popular, and even some storytellers began to join in to add fuel and vinegar. Such as the story that the new champion and the first princess of the Tang royal family have to say, such as deciphering the road of Wang Maha's scientific expedition: you can obviously rely on your face, but you have to rely on your talent to take the unusual road........."

Throughout the lesson, almost all the students listened attentively.

It can be seen from their eyes that their seriousness is by no means pretending.

Even when it comes to the highlights, there will be violent applause at the right time.

Later, Qiu Minghao himself was infected, and his emotions were higher and higher, and he became more and more passionate.

Before I knew it, forty minutes and five minutes passed quietly.

After a class, I felt a little dry mouth.

"Teacher Qiu, what you said today is really amazing!"

A female classmate stood up and said to Tyumen Hao.

"Really, didn't the teacher speak well before?"

Qiu Minghao frowned and asked.

"Well, it used to be good, hehe, but it wasn't as good as it is today. ”

A classmate next to him giggled.

"Oh, really?"

Tyumen Hao also smiled.

He thought, maybe it was because when he sorted out the lesson plans of his predecessor yesterday, he reorganized his thinking and then changed to a new way, right?

Just like he once did a roadshow for the bigwigs of the major chaebols on Wall Street, the same content, in a different way, may receive a completely different effect.

He remembered that when Qiu Minghao gave a lecture in his memory, he was basically straight and unsmiling, so he thought that maybe he could talk about Wang Maha in another way.

After all, the historical Wang Maha is a vivid and legendary figure, and there are not only literature around him, but also the stories behind the literature, and only these stories behind them are the background that makes those poems more vivid and sensible, and students will have a deeper resonance.

And today, the effect is really outstanding.

But before Tyumenho's self-summary was completed, he suddenly found that more and more students were pouring into the classroom, because of the shortage of seats, and in the end, students even began to compete for seats!

"Excuse me, are you all classmates who have taken my class?"

Tyumen Hao strange.

"Yes, teacher!"

All the students spoke in unison.

"If I'm not mistaken, I only had 45 students in this class, right?"

Qiu Minghao's eyes swept around the classroom, it is estimated that there are at least seventy or eighty people now, thinking that when the classroom was assigned, he still thought it was too big, but now it is instantly full.

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

All of them opened a pair of clear eyes, looking at Tyumen Hao on the podium.

"Why is it that everyone loves my class so much today?"

Tyumen Hao said with a smile.

"Yes, teacher, didn't you find out the reason yourself?"

A bold girl suddenly spoke.

"The teacher knows, the teacher has changed the way of teaching today, is it more vivid than before?"

Tyumen Hao said with a smile.

"Hahaha, teacher, have you noticed that you are a hundred times more handsome today than before, you are simply as handsome as the skyline, okay?!"

It's still that girl, smiling boldly and fiercely, amazing, unabashed.

Tyumen Hao was speechless for a while.

"Teacher, you really look much more handsome today than those male stars on TV!"

A girl with a look.

"Could it be that the teacher has plastic surgery?"

Qiu Minghao shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, he really didn't understand, did the current students all look at their faces to learn?

"No, but the teacher's new image, the effect is comparable to plastic surgery, everyone is right?!"

The same girl from the beginning, got up and asked all the students.

"Yes, Teacher Qiu, you should have changed your image a long time ago, if you realized your appearance earlier, I guarantee that you will definitely have more than 5,000 students enrolled in the course!"

A boy suddenly stood up and said loudly.

"You would be exaggerating, five thousand people, do all the students come to my class?"

Qiu Minghao was also amused by this boy.

"Don't believe it, teacher, you can try, the person who chooses this course next year will definitely paralyze the school course selection system!"

The boy laughed too.

"Okay, teacher, wait and see!"

Tyumen Hao also smiled.

"Teacher, my name is Xiahou Zhi, you have to remember my name!"

The boy named Xiahou Zhi has a pair of eyes, clear and warm.

"Okay, the teacher remembers you, Xiahou Zhi. ”

Qiu Minghao looked at this handsome and cute boy with clear eyebrows and smiled.

"Thank you, teacher. ”

Xiahou Zhi sat down satisfied.

"Teacher, my name is Lin Wan'er!

"Teacher, my name is Xiao Yixun, don't forget my name!"

"Teacher, my name is Dong Qiangqiang, remember!"

"Teacher, my name is Yan Sufei, don't forget me!"

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