Zhang Yong, as always, stepped on the bell and came to the door of the classroom, looked at the students who were quietly waiting for class, stepped on the podium with a cold face, put the lesson plan on the lectern, and opened it.

Zhang Yong, 41 years old this year, is the Chinese teacher of this class and the head of the school's Chinese group, and has been working in the industry for 20 years.

This year is the twenty-first year of his work, and it is also the eleventh graduating class he bringed, according to his experience, it is the time for students to stabilize themselves, expand their knowledge, and grasp the key points, and they can seize this period of time, the college entrance examination is that students will definitely have a certain improvement, it may be five or six points, or it may be three or four points, whether it is a person who has experienced the college entrance examination or not, who can say that he does not know, this sesame seed size score can suppress tens of thousands of candidates, can determine the fate of one or even more people, and the college entrance examination will not change a penny.

And what he wants to talk about today is the part of ancient poetry, which is a compulsory content of the exam, accounting for eight to ten points, although the score is not very large, but these copies are by no means easy to get. After all, this is a great test of students' literary accumulation and their own comprehension ability.

In this regard, Zhang Yong has figured out a set of methods by himself, which is to let students write their own poems and follow the example of the ancients to write their own poems, so that they can better understand.

"When it comes to poetry, everyone's first impression is Tang poetry, and yes, Tang has developed poetry to the peak." Standing on the podium, Zhang Yong talked endlessly, and waved his arms from time to time to cooperate.

After finishing a paragraph, Zhang Yong picked up the water cup and was about to take a sip, but he saw that in the back window, a student was burying his head in the position of not knowing what he was doing, frowning and taking a sip of water. Zhang Yong thought to himself: "It's all this time, and if you don't listen carefully, what do you want to do." I hadn't seen him before, it seems that I was too engrossed. ”

If it was in the previous class, Zhang Yong would not interrupt his lecture, at most tell his homeroom teacher to let his homeroom teacher deal with it after class, but it was only during this period, and it happened that the paragraph he was talking about was over. The teacher's discipline can't be held back.

In his impression, this student's name is Lin Feng, he does not live in school, he is a music student, his grades have not been very good, and sometimes he misses class to learn music. It's just that I didn't expect to see him still studying seriously in class, and he buried his head in his own style. If you don't know, you think it's hard reading!

Zhang Yong was a little depressed, but the habit he had developed over the years made him not mad on the spot, and the adolescent teenager was just the time to save face, if he directly called him up and criticized him, he would have a rebellious mentality.

Zhang Yong thought in his heart, and an idea flashed, "I'll give you a few topics, let's think about it, and then I'll call a few classmates to come up and make a few songs and show them." As he spoke, a few words were written on the blackboard, namely bright moon, snow, and bamboo.

When everyone saw it, they hurriedly thought about it, and the whole class was in a state of contemplation, except for Lin Feng, who was still burying his head.

Zhang Yong frowned again, this kid didn't even react. Strode off the podium and walked towards Lin Feng.

At this time, Lin Feng was concentrating on reading historical works, not the textbooks issued by the school, but the one that Chen Wen bought as a story, why didn't he buy the story? Because the story will be too small, and if it is found in class, it will be told to the class teacher, and if it is a historical work, the teacher will not tell the class teacher at most, and it will not be passed on to the parents.

Lin Feng studied this very boring historical work with an in-depth understanding of the world, his thinking spanned several centuries in the past half an hour, although he only understood politics and literature, but so quickly, he also felt a little satisfaction in his heart, after all, this kind of speed is not something that anyone can have.

Suddenly, he felt someone walk up to him, and he was about to look up and the book under his arm was snatched away.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

It was two, one from Zhang Yong and one from Lin Feng.

"History books? In Chinese class, you're actually looking at history. Zhang Yong was very annoyed in his heart.

Lin Feng was fascinated by it, and suddenly the book was gone, and he was about to have a seizure, but when he looked up, he saw Zhang Yong staring at him with his eyes open, and he swallowed the words that came to his mouth, this is not his office on Earth.

Zhang Yong felt very unfortunate, in his opinion, after so many years, no one had challenged his dignity as a teacher for a long time. However, the good moral quality made Zhang Yong not angry, but calmed down and said coldly: "This classmate, in Chinese class, you are reading history, so in history class, do you read Chinese, or do you think I can't speak well, or you know." ”

After a pause, he didn't wait for Lin Feng to speak, and continued: "Wait a while, count you as one of the few students who answer, if the answer is not good, you have to hand over a thousand-word review to me, if the answer comes up, then you can continue to read the history book in this class." Do you agree with me? ”

When Lin Feng heard this, although he was not afraid to write a review, it was not worth wasting time to do such a meaningless thing, so he immediately nodded, "Thank you teacher for giving me this opportunity, I will definitely take advantage of it." Lin Feng could see that this teacher was very literate, unlike some teachers on the planet, who physically punished students at every turn and mentally destroyed them.

Zhang Yong didn't speak, and walked back to the podium slowly, with no expression on his face, but he kept muttering in his heart, "Why is he so confident, has he answered this question before, forget it, it's useless to answer it badly." ”

After Zhang Yong left, Chen Wen on the side came over, "Lin Feng, are you okay?" Otherwise, I'll look it up for you on the Internet. ”

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, joking, and said confidently: "No problem, isn't it just a poem?" ”

When Chen Wen heard this, he was puzzled: "What poem?" I'm talking about your thousand-word review. Wait, you don't really want to write poetry, do you? No kidding, okay? Please, you're a music specialist, not a poetry specialty. ”

Lin Feng waved his hand to hide the embarrassment of being despised, "Don't worry, I'm not the same person I used to be, you see." ”

As he was talking, Zhang Yong looked at the time on the podium and said, "When the time comes, who will come first." ”

There was silence. It happens in any world, in any school, in any class.

"Who would? Be brave, it's a chance to exercise. ”

After a pause, Zhang Yong never gave up and glanced at the forty or fifty students in the class, agitating. It's quite a bit of a big fool.

It was still silent, and at this time, most of the students had a thought in their hearts - silence is golden, and the gun shoots the first bird.

No one spoke, and the air in the classroom froze a little.

Zhang Yong, who is helpless, can only use all the teachers to make a trick and point the general. Choose the best students in the class to be role models, or save the day.

"Liu Yue, you come and try it, bold performance." Zhang Yong had a smile on his face and named a person.

Liu Yue, class leader and representative of the Chinese class. Zhang Yong is very optimistic about the seedlings.

There was a sound of the stool moving, and Liu Yue lowered her head and said, "Teacher, I haven't thought about it yet." The tone was very unwilling, she didn't think about it, but she didn't think it was good, so she simply didn't say it.

Looking at Liu Yue, Zhang Yong shook his head and said in his heart: "I'm still too proud." ”

Then he shifted his gaze, "Lin Feng, it's your turn." ”

The whole class turned their heads.