Although the class is only an inspection class, and it is a new class added halfway, after all, it is a class taught by himself, so Qian Hao still attaches great importance to it.

On the day of the end of class, in the morning, he was dressed up well. Although I didn't apply this powder or that oil, I wore it very ordinary, a down jacket and thick pants. But he was in good spirits, like a young man on his first day at work.

Even when he went out, the cold wind in the middle of winter, he held his head high and was quite interested, like a plum blossom blooming in the snow.

When he came to the classroom, he was shocked, there were so many people, more than the first class. Not only that, the teachers of the Chinese Department actually came half, and Chen Su was impressively listed.

That's too exaggerated, isn't it?

In fact, the teachers didn't think of it, only Chen Su had this thought alive in his mind. He thought, in the first class, Qian Hao told a classic article.

This last lesson, I'm afraid, is the same.

Even if it's not as good as "University", I'm afraid it's a very good thing.

It was with this in mind that he secretly prepared pen and paper and wanted to audit another class.

I don't want to, there is a teacher with bright eyes and a thief's eyes to investigate his strange behavior. Then I asked him, knowing his thoughts, and I had such thoughts in my heart.

This is not an exaggeration, after "University", Qian Hao's fame grew. Especially in the Chinese department, it has the meaning of a young master.

As for the large number of students, this is normal. After all, in the last class, there are not a few people who come here, and those who usually skip class also come obediently.

Yes, every teacher, even Qian Hao, has students who skip class and don't listen to class.

It's just normal.

Qian Haochu was a little surprised when he came in, but he quickly recovered and said straight to the point: "Since they are all here, let's start the exam."

Most of the study classes are exams in the last class, and the questions are written by the teacher in class, and the students write them down by hand.

After Qian Hao finished speaking, he handed over the pile of blank paper used for the exam in his hand to Sun Xian and asked him to send it down. He himself picked up the white chalk and turned around to write the title on the blackboard.

The teachers in the back two rows were suddenly annoyed, and secretly said that they shouldn't come today. The final inspection class is not an exam, and what class is taught, it is all blamed on Mr. Chen's nonsense.

However, there were also teachers, such as Chen Su, who asked Sun Xian for an exam paper. Looking at him like that, it seems that he also has to "take an exam".

"Teacher Chen, do you have nothing to do when you are idle?"

"Poof, it's not interesting for you to write the questions written by the students?"

"Yo, it's fun, give me one too, and I'll write it for fun."

The teachers teased and talked for a while, and they all looked up at the blackboard, but some people took the opportunity to leave through the back door. It looks like a teacher, and it is clearly a student who skips class, which makes Chen Su and the others smile bitterly.

Chen Su and the others laughed twice, and then continued to look up at the blackboard. At first, they didn't think about it, but they were soon surprised.

Well? This poem, this title?

Not only were they surprised, but the students were equally surprised, and they all whispered about it.

"Talented teachers really know how to play!"

"I checked, but I didn't find it, it seems that this poem was written by Mr. Xiaoqian himself......"

"The teacher can play, this is to write his own poems for us to analyze?"

"Don't say it, who would dare to play like that? It's also a small money teacher. ”

"If you don't hold back your words, I just want to read poetry! Rub, don't get in the way of Mr. Qian, what's next? ”

"Teacher Xiaoqian has a new poem, woo, don't get in the way, I want to see it, I want to see it, I want to see it!"

When Chen Su and the others heard the students' discussions, they immediately became interested, looking forward to the part that Qian Hao blocked.

Qian Hao heard the discussion, a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, and he continued to write without adding points. However, there was a hint of evil in his heart.

Analysis, no, no, you guys are thinking too simply.

He spent a lot of time deliberately coming up with such a topic, how could it be a cliché analysis?

Qian Hao's heart was full of evil taste, but his hands didn't stop, and he wrote a poem in a moment.

"Poor Bai Xuequ, I haven't met a bosom friend.

Under the panic brigade, he stumbled on the seashore.

The stream trees contain the morning rain, and the mountain birds are in spring.

I have a scoop of wine to soothe the dust. ”

When he had finished writing, he stood aside and let everyone see the poem.

The students were looking forward to it at first, but after reading it, they were a little disappointed, feeling that this poem was not as good as Mr. Xiaoqian's previous works. However, the last sentence is quite flavorful.

However, the majority of students feel this way, and a small percentage do not. For example, Sun Xian, he read it a few times, and the more he read it, the more he felt that it had a taste, as if it was full of an indescribable feeling.

There is indeed a kind of affection, the students have no experience, most of them can't chew, but the teachers read it all at once.

They read it, savored it, and sighed softly. White snow song, ignorant sound, has always been like this. Looking hard and wasting youth, who is not?

It's just that a scoop of wine can really comfort the wind and dust?

How many wines, drunk, indulgents, and then don't they continue with their regular lives the next day? Comfort the wind and dust, how can there be any wine to comfort?

Qian Hao didn't see the change in the mood of Chen Su and the others, because they covered it up well, and Qian Hao didn't pay much attention to it.

Qian Hao waited for a few minutes, and when he saw that everyone was about the same, he said with a smile: "I saw that some classmates have already started writing, hehe, I didn't let you write the analysis."

Burst......

In a word, most of the students froze, their faces frozen, because they had already written several lines.

Daddy, didn't you always write analyses or essays before? What, this year is different?

Their complaints were useless, Qian Hao still smiled and said, "Actually, my homework is-"

Speaking of this, he paused, turned around and wrote two more lines of poetry: I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust.

Then, he continued to laugh: "These two sentences are changed from the last two sentences, and the difficulty has been reduced. Now, you start with these two sentences, well, write a poem. ”

"Ciao, Teacher Xiao Qian is really good at playing."

"The baby is wrong, and the baby will not choose this lesson next time."

"Mama, I want to go home!"

Qian Hao said it lightly, but it made most of the students lament. These students are here to mix credits, and they don't know what poetry is not. However, there are also students who are happy, such as Sun Xian and Chu Yao.

Qian Hao saw the sorrow, and the smile on his face was even stronger, and said: "My poem will definitely appear on the ancient poems, if you write it well, I will also recommend it to the ancient poems." Haha, you have to write well. ”

The lamenting students stopped lamenting, and became envious and jealous. They are also from the Chinese department, and naturally they also want to have their works published, but unfortunately when the opportunity comes, they can't seize it.

And the students who were already eager to try it, their eyes lit up, and they immediately thought hard and meditated. Such a good time to miss.

As for the teachers in the back row, they looked at each other, not knowing whether they should do it or not. If this is not written well, it will be a shame to be compared to the students?

Chen Su didn't think about it so much, he leaned down with his pen and meditated.

ps: There are still a few days to (^_^) restore the normal update