"Dear Huang Can, didn't I let you read it? What's wrong? ”

Qian Sen was not interested in the content of Lin Yiyi's essay at all.

Hmph, can a little kid make that kind of composition? It's a fantasy!

To write a style and depth of thought similar to Mr. Li Heng, it takes time to hone, and it is not something that can be imitated by any little kid!

Bewilders!

That's right, Qian Sen admitted that he was making things difficult, but aren't you Lin Yiyi very capable?

I want to see how good you can be in front of me, an outstanding Chinese teacher and doctor of Chinese!

Qian Sen already had a whole set of methods to deal with Lin Yiyi in his stomach, the purpose was to remove her from this class, or even from this school!

"Teacher Qian, are you sure I want to read it out?"

"Read! What can't be read? This is our class leader's composition, everyone should study hard! ”

Huang Can smiled bitterly and looked at Qian Sen with a confident face.

Then he couldn't hold back a smile and began to read: "The layout of the school in Lu City is different from other places: there is a large podium in the shape of a curved ruler for each class, and the cabinet is prepared with lime pens, so you can study at any time. Those who study leave school in the afternoon and evening, and spend 400 copper coins to make up for a class, which was more than 20 days ago, and now it will rise to 500 ......yuan per class."

What is it?

Chanson was a little surprised when he heard the sentence in the early part of the slightly vernacular text.

Is this really Lin Yiyi's composition? Why is the style so similar to Mr. Li Heng, and the writing is so sophisticated!

Lu City? School? Study?

Qian Sen began to savor the composition, and before he knew it, he was addicted to it.

"Since I was fifteen years old, I have been working as a student in the Tianhua School at the entrance of the town, and the principal said that I have too little knowledge, and I am afraid that I will not be able to wait for excellent teachers, so I will do some chores in the house.......

"Qian Yiji is the only teacher who stands and lectures and has the title of teacher. He is of average stature; pale complexion, often with some scars between wrinkles; A pair of bottomless lenses. Although it was a long shirt, it was dirty and torn, and it seemed that it had not been mended or washed for more than ten years. When he speaks to his students, he is always full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, which makes people half-understandable. Because his surname is Qian, others took a nickname for him from the half-understood words of 'Shangda Qian Yiji' on the red paper, and called him Qian Yiji. ”

"Poof!"

In the reading voice of Huang Can trying to hold back his laughter.

When the students were shocked by Lin Yiyi's literary skills, they also heard the voices of the so-called early vernacular.

Lessons? Qian Yiji? Haha, isn't that talking about our Chanson teacher?

Teacher? Outstanding titles? Outstanding teachers? Haha, doesn't this mean that Chanson is making up classes outside?

"As soon as Qian Yiji arrived at the house, all his fellow teachers looked at him and laughed, and some shouted, 'Qian Yiji, you have a new scar on your face!' They deliberately shouted again, 'You must have molested the student again and been beaten by your mother-in-law!' Qian Yiji opened his eyes wide and said, 'Why do you slander people's innocence out of thin air...... ''What innocence?' The day before yesterday, I saw you molesting your own students and being hung and beaten by your wife. Qian Yiji's face turned red, and the green tendons on his forehead bloomed, and he argued, "Teaching can't be considered a tune...... Dalliance! …… Can the business of a scholar be considered a flirtation? The succession was difficult to understand, what 'gentleman is solid', what is 'the same thing', and so on, which caused everyone to laugh: the house was filled with happy air inside and outside. ”

"Poof!"

"Hahahaha! What a talent! So that's it! ”

Liu Hao, who was sitting under the podium and was about to watch a good show, heard this composition, and immediately thought of Master Lu's "Kong Yiji" in his previous life!

Haha, Yiyi is really a genius!

Don't you like this style of writing? Well, that's all for you now!

"Molestation? Teaching? This is not a satire on Mr. Qian some time ago....."

"Haha, who's to say it's not! It's so funny, the little angel's pen and writing skills are too strong! ”

"That's right, don't we Teacher Qian just like "Rotten Confucian"? Okay now, this article is ironic enough, right? Enough depth of thought, right? Retro enough, right? ”

All the students smiled and looked at Qian Sen, who was standing on the side of the podium.

At this moment, Qian Sen was still immersed in the artistic conception of Lin Yiyi's article just now, but how could he not know what Lin Yiyi's article was referring to?

The angry Qian Sen's eyes were already angry, like a hideous and ugly ghost, and his body began to tremble slightly with anger!

"Qian Yiji drank half a bowl of wine, and his flushed face gradually recovered, and the others asked again, 'Qian Yiji, do you really know how to teach?' Qian Yiji looked at the person who asked him, showing a disdainful look. Then they said, "Why can't you even get half of the education committee?" Qian Yiji immediately showed a depressed and uneasy appearance, his face was covered with a layer of gray, and he said something in his mouth; This time, it's all about people and so on, and some don't understand. At this time, everyone also burst into laughter: the air was full of joy inside and outside the house. ”

Board?

This is something that all students and teachers know, and Chanson has long coveted the position of the education committee.

Before, it was because Tianhua City needed such an excellent teacher as a façade, so he continued to work as a teacher and made a promise, but who knew that others would later refuse on the grounds that they were too old and should be considered carefully?

"Qian Yiji is such a happy person, but without him, others will live like this. One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the principal was slowly summing up, taking off the chalkboard, and suddenly said, 'Qian Yiji hasn't been here for a long time. I still owe a debt to nineteen outstanding students! I also felt that he had not been here for a long time. One of the people who was sorting out the courseware said, 'How did he come?' …… He broke his leg. The headmaster said, 'Oh! ''He's still a wave.'' This time, it was he who fainted and went to the house. His mother-in-law, can she let her wave? ''What happened?'' ''How?'' First wrote a defense, then a beating, fought for most of the night, and then discounted the leg. ''And then?'' ''Later I discounted my leg. ''What about the discount?'' ''How?'' …… Who knows? Xu is dead. The headmaster didn't ask anymore, but slowly settled his account. ”

"Hahahaha!"

"It's so hilarious!"

"Bang!"

Hit until midnight? Discounted legs!

Hearing this, all the students know that this bridge is describing the real case of Chanson some time ago.

Molesting a schoolgirl while tutoring at home, I was caught by my wife and beaten hard!

Because Liu Hao, who was too violent, directly overturned the bench and sat on the ground, still frantically pointing at Qian Sen, who was full of iron, and laughed wildly.

How much I wanted to point at this damn old guy and laugh at him, because of his old man's respect for Qian Sen, he didn't have a chance. Now it's good to go!

Haha, I'm laughing to death!

"Poof!"

Liu Xiaodan and Luo Qianqian, who were on the side, couldn't help but smile and covered their mouths with textbooks.

"After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind is cooler and cooler day by day, look at the early winter; I've been on fire all day, and I have to put on a padded jacket............. 'Qian Yiji?' You owe nineteen outstanding students! Qian Yiji replied with a depressed back, "This ...... Pay it off next time. This time it's in stock. The headmaster, as usual, smiled and said to him, 'Qian Yiji, you are molesting the students again!' But this time he was not very discerning, and just said, 'Don't make fun of it!' ''Teasing? If it weren't for the waves, how could you break your legs? Qian Yiji whispered, 'Fall, fall, fall...... his eyes were very similar to begging the principal not to mention it again. At this time, a few teachers had gathered, and they both laughed with the principal. ”

Since then, I haven't seen Qian Yiji for a long time. At the end of the year, the principal took off the chalkboard and said, 'Qian Yiji still owes nineteen excellent!' In the Dragon Boat Festival of the second year, he said, "Qian Yiji still owes nineteen students!" I didn't say anything about it until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I didn't see him at the end of the year. I haven't seen it until now—Qian Yiji has indeed been arrested. Written in the winter of 1918"

"Hahahaha, what a talent!"

"It's hilarious!"

Huang Can, who put down the text, was already flushed with laughter.

"Poof! Ha ha! ”

He looked at the classmates under the podium, and Qian Sen who was in a cold sweat in front of him, staring at the floor with his eyes, and couldn't help laughing!

"That's... That Mr. Qian! I... Puff... We also... Do you still want to submit this article to the school magazine? ”

Qian Sen, who was already in deep anger, waited viciously for Lin Yiyi under the podium.

He knew that this time he had hit the iron plate!

From a literary point of view and title, this damn Lin Yiyi has indeed done it perfectly, even reaching the peak!

But this content is really aimed at yourself!

And it's an impeccable satirical essay written in your favorite early vernacular!

What have you become? Unscrupulous teachers who molest students?

"Money? Teacher Qian? ”

Huang Can asked Qian Sen again, but found that the latter was still standing there with a pale face.

"Me! I! ”

"Poof!"

Qian Sen, who was already under pressure, fell to the ground in an instant when he was asked like this.

"Huh? Mr. Qian, are you alright? ”

"Does this article still need to be submitted to the school magazine?"