CHAPTER XXXI

"Three educators you know?"

"Confucius, Aristotle, Socrates, Plato......"

"Who do you admire the most?"

"No one worships. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"What are Plato's main writings?"

"Ideal Country"

"What is the main idea of the ideal state?"

"Utopia. ”

……

One question after another spit out from Song Huangyin's delicate red lips, and Ye Huan didn't raise his head and replied. Sometimes Song Huangyin still needs to think about it before she can ask questions. There are some things that have puzzled her for a long time. And Ye Huan can always give an answer. Although Song Huangyin can't fully agree with some words, he can't deny the truth.

At this moment, Song Huangyin can almost be described as shocked. Bullying men and women, and doing all kinds of evil, Yama has such profound knowledge. For the first time, Song Huangyin felt ashamed.

"The Eight Families of the Tang and Song Dynasties are ......"

Ye Huan paused, frowned, raised his head and asked Song Huangyin: "Is it boring or not...... boring?"

"This ......" Song Huangyin also laughed, and even the most profound questions could be answered casually. I can ask this kind of elementary school student question, and I really can't choose to say anything.

"Where did you learn all this?"

"Hidden Dragon Temple. ”

"Monks teach these in the temple?"

Ye Huan said: "My master, Master Lianhua, told me that there are only two things to practice, read thousands of books, and travel thousands of miles. I was forced to learn with a whip, and I couldn't do it without reading. So I did spend a lot of books, but I was not very knowledgeable. ”

"You are humble. ”

"I've always been humble. ”

Ye Huan smiled, stood up rarely, and poured a cup of tea for Song Huangyin. In an instant, Song Huangyin was grateful, and almost cried, and finally she got a rare little respect from Ye Huan.

Ye Huan said, "Now Principal Song can stay, right?"

Song Huangyin hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll think about it again, there are many problems in Wutong Middle School now, student discipline, and teacher ...... The college entrance examination will be held in two months, and if we have the lowest admission rate in the city this time, I am afraid that we will really not be able to recruit students. ”

"The phoenix is not a sycamore, since Principal Song is called this name, he is destined to speak out in Wutong Middle School. ”

Song Huangyin was stunned, it was rare for Ye Huan to know the allusion of Fengming Qishan and its sound. She handed over the documents in her hand and said, "You first find a way to solve these ten resigned teachers, if they leave, the entire senior year of high school will collapse, not to mention going to school, you can't do normal classes." ”

"Why did they leave, all because of me?"

"Part of it is because of you, and part of it is because of Yucai Counseling School. ”

"Yucai Counseling School?" Ye Huan frowned: "What is the origin?"

Song Huangyin said: "Yucai Counseling is a private institution specializing in tutoring college entrance examination candidates, and the boss is called Zhou Debiao, who is very powerful and is a businessman. ”

"Zhou Debiao?" Ye Huan frowned.

"How do you know?" Song Huang said.

"No, I haven't. Ye Huan said: "That's why I feel strange, if someone I know doesn't dare to come and dig my person, you continue." ”

Song Huangyin said: "Zhou Debiao is a very shrewd person, it is said that he has a wide range of doors, and he used to start as a building material. But for some reason, I have been eyeing the education market. He dug into the walls of various middle schools, organized capable teachers, and tutored senior high school students. Their training is also very effective, and the average student can improve their college entrance examination score by 50 to 100. So business is booming. Even our school has students where to take classes, Cai Luyuan also told students before leaving, if you want to improve your scores, you can go to Yucai Counseling to sign up. ”

"Tsk. Ye Huan's Danfeng eyes narrowed.

Song Huangyin said: "If you have a way to invite these ten teachers back, I will continue to serve as the principal and accompany you for a while." ”

Ye Huan thought for a while, and suddenly waved his hand and said, "That's it, what do you ask them to do, let's find the teacher again." ”

"There is nothing to invite teachers, it is impossible for people in the system to come to our private high school to teach, and the treatment cannot be compared at all. ”

Ye Huan smiled: "You have a wide range of people in the education field, make a list for me and select the best teacher in your mind." ”

"It can't be. Song Huangyin said: "Really good teachers are highly respected and have rich teaching experience. And we can't give us the treatment in the system at all. ”

Ye Huan said: "I'll think about it, if you make a list, according to what you said, the standard of high morality and rich teaching experience." Instead of ten teachers, I'll bring the best ten teachers in the city. ”

……

"Wang Qiang, drive. ”

The next morning, Ye Huan threw the Ferrari key to Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang ran over and saw Ye Huan and Song Huangyin standing together. He said, "Principal Ye, what kind of activity are we doing this time? I'll go change my clothes." ”

Since Fengyulou, Wang Qiang seems to regard himself as Ye Huan's first horseboy, deliberately gritted his teeth, and spent 1,000 yuan to buy a set of clothes, specifically to deal with things like Fengyulou.

"You don't need to change your clothes. This time is tight, and your security uniform is good. ”

Song Huangyin said: "I can drive, don't bother Wang Qiang." ”

Ye Huan shook his head and said, "You don't understand, this is called ...... Wang Qiang, what is this called?"

"Panache!" said Wang Qiang, who was driving in the front row.

"Yes, that's the pie. Ye Huan said with a smile.

It is very common for private high schools to dig each other's walls, and Song Huangyin has not done similar things. But as soon as others heard the name of Sycamore Middle School, they shook their heads. Song Huangyin came to the door ten times, and nine times it was closed.

In the car, Song Huangyin said: "The first person we invited is called Ye Desheng, who is sixty years old this year, and was originally a mathematics teacher in No. 1 Middle School, but now he is retired. ”

"This Ye Desheng is very powerful?" Ye Huan asked.

"Of course it's amazing. Song Huangyin said: "Forty years of teaching experience, that is really a fine character, any student glances in front of him, he can judge what kind of character." Teach according to your aptitude, and become a ghost. Longcheng's top students in the college entrance examination for several consecutive years were all from his disciples. After he retired, many schools scrambled to rehire, and it was really about to start, and he was finally snatched away by Zhou Debiao. She is now teaching mathematics at the Yucai Tutoring Center. ”

mentioned this, and touched Song Huangyin's sadness again. Back then, in order to invite Ye Desheng, it was really a small banquet on three days and a big banquet on five days, bowing his head and smiling to give gifts. To be honest, Song Huangyin has the mood to promise each other. But Ye Desheng didn't care about Song Huangyin at all.

Song Huangyin really cried in front of others, and sang a bitter trick.

But Ye Desheng didn't pay attention to this stubble at all, and just said earnestly: "Girl, I have seen your hard work, but I will never go to Wutong Middle School to teach in my lifetime, I can't afford to be late." ”