After the end of the military training career, the school continued to use the system of militarized management. Every morning at 6 o'clock, gather in the playground on time for exercise. After the exercise, I returned to the classroom for morning self-study, and then started the class after eating.

The first session of the formal class was the class meeting, and the class teacher Zhang Fei gave us a lesson, and he gave us a general introduction to the characteristics of the school and the name of the substitute teacher. Every class in the next semester is a self-introduction and mutual understanding between teachers and students.

The bell rang, and the class bell rang, and the students quickly sat down in their places and began to wait for the teacher to appear. At this time, a red T-shirt and a white casual suit, the zipper was not closed, and the prematurely developed chest stood out. The lower body is a pair of black skinny jeans, with a white belt tied around the waist, extremely sexy, his eyes swept over everyone, and finally stayed on the male god Ye Xingchen for a moment. Sure enough, teachers are no exception, they all like good-looking boys, and they look eye-catching.

The teacher walked up to the podium and introduced himself gently. My name is Zhang Xinyu and I am your English teacher this semester. You can call me MrsZhang in the future. Teacher Zhang said gently.

As usual, the students introduced themselves one by one, and the first English class ended happily.

After class, Zhang Yanan had to drag me to the toilet together. Zhang Yanan said coquettishly: "Go, let's go together", I haven't replied, Sun Jinbo covered his mouth like a woman and said teasingly: "Do I want it with you?" I hurriedly said, "Get out, your uncle, do you still want face?" Sun Jinbo responded: "Here you go." ”

I only cared about talking to Sun Jinbo, and I had forgotten the existence of Zhang Yanan. Zhang Yanan pouted and left angrily. Then I went back to my seat and fell silent.

The bell rang and we all sat quietly in our seats. Waiting for the arrival of the new teacher, a minute later, a faint fragrance came from outside the classroom. We didn't see anyone, we smelled their fragrance first, and then we saw a female teacher wearing a white shirt and a black skirt on the bottom, walking lightly like us slowly. Walking to the podium, I formally introduced: Hello students, I am your Chinese teacher, my name is Ye Yilan, and I will lead the students into the world of literature in the future to explore the charm of Chinese culture.

Mr. Ye Yilan is very knowledgeable, he graduated from Peking University and came to our school directly after graduation. Wang Yuhao listened to what the head teacher said.

It takes wisdom to be new to children, dealing with a group of strange children, and trying to get them to like me as a new teacher. Teacher Ye Yilan thought in his heart.

The ancients said: "Kiss his teacher, believe in his way." "In the interaction with the students, we are based on integrity, take the school rules as the bottom line, treat each other honestly, communicate sincerely, and unconsciously, after a few classes, now the children have become one with me. In the Chinese class, the children followed my guidance to think positively and spoke enthusiastically. Occasional disagreements, they are immediately divided into two arrays, positive and negative, citing scriptures, arguing with each other, and often bursting out with insightful opinions. Dialogue reading, requiring the reading of feelings, children carefully figured out, carefully grasped, often for a word and sentence accent reading and arguments and red-faced, once the excellent reading wins, the classroom will spontaneously burst into thunderous applause.

There are so many young female teachers this year, and it is worth the trip to see such a beautiful woman when you first come to the school. Sun Jinbo looked at the beautiful teacher in front of him blankly, didn't speak for a long time, and laughed secretly.

Since the school had just started, the school uniforms had not yet been distributed, and the students were wearing their own casual clothes. The next morning, a girl in a pink dress appeared in front of the class. She is the school flower of our class - Li Mengqing. She wore black hair, and her hair smelled of shampoo, and she walked in through the door, brushed her hair lightly, smiled, and sat down in her seat very calmly.

Next, the boys gathered around like crazy, discussing the beauties in the class. One person and one statement: This girl is good-looking, and that girl is ugly. Suddenly, Sun Jinbo came out coldly, interrupting their conversation.

Sun Jinbo: "Damn, whether this is a school or a beauty pageant scene, a beautiful female teacher is so beautiful that she cries ghosts and gods, why are even the girls in the class so beautiful and moving." The boys all responded in unison: "Yes,, this doesn't let us ordinary people pass."

I'm also looking for a girlfriend who is as beautiful as a fairy. A boy said unconvinced. As soon as he finished saying this, Wu Majiao walked past this person, resisted him, and accidentally resisted his book to the ground. Wu Majiao hurriedly picked it up for him, saying sorry, sorry.

This classmate Wu was also unlucky today, and he knocked down the school's man of the hour, classmate Wang Qiang, who is known as a handsome ruffian.

Wu Majiao is about one meter six meters tall, weighs no more than sixty or seventy pounds at best, and her whole body is thin like a dead wooden stick. Dry, yellow thatch-like hair, with oily strands. The dark little face is crowded with facial features. From time to time, there are also fuchsia pimples that appear mischievously to greet people. The small, barely visible eyes look like they're asleep in the comics. A small garlic nose, a small mouth.

This image is very different from Wang Qiang. Wang Qiang said impatiently: "Is it scary to come out with a look?" Wake up in the morning without looking in the mirror? Do you look like a woman for yourself? ”

Wu Majiao stood up in a daze, bowed her head and apologized, the fear in her eyes became more and more intense. In my opinion, she acted extremely cowardly. I rushed forward: "Big guy Wang, everyone, little girl, thin-skinned, don't say that." ”

Wang Qiang looked at my face and said, "Disappear from my eyes immediately." "Wu ran away like a mouse meets a cat.

I'm actually quite disgusted with this kind of girl. It's not that others want to bully you, it's that you're weak and incompetent, don't know how to refute, and behave submissively, which deserves to be bullied. It seems that there must be something hateful about the wretched, and it is not false to preach.

After the turmoil, the classroom was quiet for a long time.

The next day, we met with the rest of the substitute teachers in each class. I introduced myself in several classes in a row. It felt like I was almost out of speech. When I met someone, he said, "What is my name?" "But what impressed me the most about these teachers was the history teacher, Zhang Feng, who whispered and was full of expectations for the new history teacher who taught us. Inadvertently, a middle-aged man with a book walks into the noisy classroom. Suddenly, the class was silent, and the students carefully looked at the new teacher, who was not good-looking—they saw that he was plainly dressed, wearing long sleeves, less than seven feet tall, and exuding the smell of earth. Under his broad and full forehead, he has a pair of eyes that are calm and peaceful, and his expression is calm and deep, like a historical writer.

"Students, I will give you a history lesson this semester." The teacher looked at us full of vitality and started the first class in non-standard Mandarin.

However, in the first class, Mr. Zhang Feng did not start the lecture like most teachers, nor did he rush to let the students introduce themselves. Instead, he asked everyone earnestly, "Think about it, what is the most important thing in life?" As soon as the teacher finished speaking, my classmates and I began to discuss with great interest. Some students say it's wealth, some say it's being an official, and some say it's talent...... There was a lot of discussion, and the opinions were not consistent. After listening to everyone's speeches, the teacher smiled and said: "The most important thing in life is morality, is quality, people do not stand without virtue, and the purpose of life is to improve life and self-improvement."

"Perfect life, improve yourself". Looking back now, I feel that these eight words are more and more philosophical, aren't the heroes and heroes of ancient and modern China and foreign countries all fighting for life? However, when we listened to the teacher's summary, we didn't seem to understand, but we just felt that the teacher was great.

After that, the teacher explained a lot of truths, and we were fascinated by what we listened! Before you know it, the first history lesson ends with the bell. However, the teacher's words were deeply engraved in my heart.

Nalan Xingde once said: If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. It can be seen from this that the relationship between people is not as good as when they first met, and all kinds of disharmony will occur with the passage of time. However, my relationship with my teacher was not like this, and my classmates and I sincerely admired his erudition and noble conduct.

The so-called, the teacher, preach and teach to solve doubts. Teacher Zhang Feng often preaches traditional culture to us and explains the truth of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. Every time I talked about these philosophies, the students always listened to them with relish. I was even more engrossed in it, and I learned a lot from listening to it.

The scene of the first meeting of teachers and students is mostly the same. The new teachers in the new semester also got to know each other. Next is my least favorite part of the class. I thought it would take me a week to get to know the new teacher in the class, but I did it all in two days.

Wang Yuhao: "You have to go to class in the morning and evening, start early, and let you adjust your state, isn't it?" ”

I thought to myself, "How can he understand what is going on in my heart?" I don't want to go to class at all. ”

Most of the scenes of teachers and students meeting for the first time are like this, but what changes will occur over time?