"Sneeze"

Since returning home with his degree, Fang Jing has been sneezing a lot these days. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

If he didn't feel fine and there were no signs of fever, he couldn't help but wonder if he was sick.

Fang Jing didn't expect that tens of thousands of Xiamen University students had been talking about him repeatedly.

But today, the sneeze hit very quickly, but Fang Jing's eyes were quick, and when he just felt it, he quickly pulled out a tissue on the table and covered his nose.

Otherwise, there may be a storm......

But he always had a feeling that he was quietly remembered.

Ding Ding Ding!

Fang Jing's mobile phone rang suddenly, and at the same time, his heart was also alarmed.

When I picked up the phone, it turned out to be a number from the office of Xiamen University.

Don't ask why you know that this is the number of Xiamen University, because today's mobile phones have already added the Yellow Pages function, which will be automatically displayed.

"The trouble is coming. ”

What the ancients said is really reasonable, even if it is nonsense, it is the truth that is perceived from history.

I have been sneezing for the past few days, and I have really been remembered.

After getting the degree from Xiamen University, Fang Jing felt that it was troublesome.

No way, his nature is to be lazy, and he is a severe lazy cancer patient.

What's more, this time is still the vacation time set by Fang Jing for himself.

But after all, he really didn't dare to refuse, so he could only pick up the phone.

The reason for this call is very simple, Xiamen University called him to class!

If he hadn't answered the phone, he would have forgotten that he was still a teacher, a guest lecturer at one of the country's top universities.

Xiamen University asked him to go to a few classes, which seemed to be very natural.

However, even Fang Jing felt inexplicably happy in his heart......

Everyone thinks he is a great genius, and only he knows his own level.

Not to mention half a bucket of water, not even half a bottle of water, I can't shake it if I want to.

If you really go to class, as long as he still has a little conscience, he will feel empty-hearted.

According to the reason, if Xiamen University wants to arrange guest lecturers to attend classes, it will at least explain in advance and be prepared.

This time there was a surprise attack, which put even more pressure on Fang Jing.

However, Xiamen University did not deliberately play this play, but it just so happened that a teacher in the Department of Fine Arts had the flu, and the teacher resources of the Department of Fine Arts were very tight, and the classes were crowded, and after thinking about it, I couldn't find a suitable substitute teacher.

No, soon the head of the Department of Fine Arts thought of a new guest lecturer at Xiamen University, who had not yet taken a class. What's more, he is still a master of Chinese painting, and there is no better candidate than this.

As soon as he applied for this request to the above, Principal Qiu simply approved it.

So Fang Jing had to obediently substitute for the class......

On the premise of refusing without a good reason, Fang Jing could only go to class.

However, as a teacher, in his opinion, character and morality are much more important than talent and knowledge.

Even if there is no real material, it is impossible to lack the teacher's morality.

So in this spirit, Fang Jing has already prepared a draft in his heart, and when the time comes, he only needs to give the students self-study in class.

There is no need to prepare any courseware, his basic skills are zero, and he must not be able to compare with any student in the class.

In this case, if you teach students by force, you are misleading, and you have no teacher morality.

"Yes, that's it. ”

Thinking of this, Fang Jing's thoughts were clear, and he became fearless about taking a few classes.

Anyway, the left and right are just paddling, giving the students a self-study class, and the teachers have done less of this kind of thing, not worse than him.

At noon the next day, Fang Jing's lunch was earlier than usual, and then he drove out to Xiamen University.

His class was scheduled for this afternoon, starting at two o'clock, for a total of three periods, and ending at half past four.

Headache......

Whether you are a teacher or a student, you have an old headache when you think about class.

I arrived at Xiamen University early and met with the directors and teachers of the Department of Fine Arts, and received their cordial greetings and concerns. Fang Jing's heart was a lot easier, and the teachers must have been able to estimate that this guy's teaching level was equal to no level, and they all told him to relax, not to be nervous, to play at will, and so on.

With the "Dragons Entering the Sea" on the table, Fang Jing's level of Chinese painting is undoubted, but the artistic level is not equal to the teaching level.

It is enough to be qualified for a master of Chinese painting to serve as a lecturer, but if this lecturer can bring out the level of a master of Chinese painting in the classroom, then we have to wait and see.

Fang Jing accepted the greetings of the teachers one by one, and there was no pressure in his heart.

Of course, the teachers didn't know that he had already made a plan in his mind to let his classmates study on their own.

Then Principal Qiu warmly invited Fang Jing to the principal's office to make tea, perhaps because he wanted to sit down and talk about art?

Before Fang Jing could sit on his ass in the principal's office, he hurriedly said goodbye.

Because if you drink two more sips of tea, you may be exposed, of course, it is better to run first. What's more, he has an inexplicable respect for the principal's office from the bottom of his heart, this place is by no means a good place, and it cannot be stayed for a long time.

After wandering around the art department for a while, Fang Jing realized that the course he was going to take today was called "Human Body Aesthetics".

This course, commonly known as ************* no wonder the teachers in the art department let Fang Jing relax, because this course obviously does not match Chinese painting, even if it is not taught well, it is not Fang Jing's fault.

And thinking of this course, Fang Jing's mind unconsciously thought of mannequins.

This is simply a model of legal driving.

When he thinks of these lovely people who have dedicated their lives to art, he is in awe.

Soon it was time for class, and as the first class of Fang Jing's teaching career, he deliberately arrived at the classroom ten minutes early.

This is already a lot early, because on the university campus, both teachers and students almost all step on the class and cherish their time very much.

The classroom arranged is the second floor of the Danqing Building of the Department of Fine Arts, and when I went to the classroom, I also saw the "Dragons Entering the Sea", which was hung there for people to see.

"Yes, the location is conspicuous enough, and the décor is stylish enough. Satisfied, he passed by his work, and when he reached the second floor, Fang Jing was surprised.

No way, the corridor is blocked.

The entire corridor was crowded with people.

Fang Jing thought that he was early enough, but he didn't expect everyone to be much earlier than him.

"Ahem, let's go. In this case, Fang Jing felt the need to show a sense of presence.

The student in front of him didn't look back, and replied angrily: "If you cough, go back to the dormitory to take medicine, squeeze what." ”

"Ahem. "Another wave of presence.

"What's the matter, I'm not convinced. I came two hours early, so why let you in. If you want to see Teacher Fang and listen to Teacher Fang's lectures, you have to come first and come later. ”

Maybe because this sentence is relatively long, the classmate in front of me is a little tired, and I think I need to stare at the classmate behind me who has no eyesight.

Turning his head, he was startled, and hurriedly jumped back and gave way to his position: "Teacher Fang is good, Teacher Fang Jing is good." ”

Fang Jing is here?

The originally crowded corridor was emptied.

"Hello Mr. Fang, please please. ”

"Please, we're just at the door. ”

"Everyone gave Teacher Fang a hand, Teacher Fang is going to class. ”

Fang Jingzhen felt that his classmates were stupid for him, and he could still get to class so far?

However, if you can make a way to the classroom, the students are already very face-saving.

But when he walked this road, he always felt a little like he was walking the red carpet, although Fang Jing did not walk the red carpet.