The bad boy Zheng Chengjun deliberately laughed and said sarcastically: "Teacher, don't you have a rusty brain, why do you mention that kind of old-fashioned thing?" There is no god in the world, the book says, but you are a teacher—"

His comrades chimed in.

"Engage in feudal remnants?"

"Teacher, you have to be careful when you speak."

There are also girls who look at the new teacher "Wen Fei" on the podium and worry about him. The students under the podium are full of prominent families, and even in the ivory tower, far from financial power, pure education is inevitably interfered with by such things.

Cheng Min pinched her tablemate Zheng Chengjun and muttered in a low voice, "Don't mess around." People are teachers. ”

"What's wrong with the teacher? The teacher is big? Jung Sung-jun laughed.

No one can ignore the effects of external pressure.

Zheng Chengjun is the nephew of a high-ranking provincial official, with a perverse personality, and he does a lot of things out of the ordinary, but they are not things that involve principles. If you want to blame and punish, you have to look at his uncle's face.

The students looked at their new teacher, Wen Fei, curious about his response to the provocation.

Brother Heng didn't know.

I don't bother to bother to know it.

It wanted to use violence, and when it thought that it was inappropriate, it had to find another way. Because it came here for two things, one is to contact Li Jiahan, and the other is to find some ideal people in its mind.

Brother Heng was in a hurry, and suddenly said, "Little spicy chicken, you come." ”

Then he logged out of his account and logged in.

Shi Daheng figured it out, and he was good at it if he wanted bad ideas, and he was also good at fighting and cooking, but he wanted it to make complex things beautiful, so he was cowardly.

Standing on the podium, he had a feeling of being in a different world. The immature faces at the bottom are alluded to in the memory, that is, the former self.

Simple, curious, courageous, full of fantasies about the future and indictments of injustice.

With nowhere to vent his passion, he can only be imprisoned in the small world of the desk, abiding by the life guidelines set by the society in advance, analogous to money, and gradually feeling the status changes brought by scores. So I understand the hardships and complexities of living in the world.

Eventually, we grow into human beings, and we are both adults.

Shi Daheng vaguely caught the aura of Brother Heng's thoughts. This lesson may not be given to the student, but to himself.

"Religion."

Instead of responding to Jung Sung-joon, he wrote two words on the blackboard.

He said, "If you understand what science is, please raise your hand." ”

More than forty students all raised their hands high, and Jung Sung-jun stared at Shi Daheng's face with a provocative look, especially high.

He continued: "Atheists, please raise your hand. ”

This time, two students did not raise their hands, and the classroom was still full of arms, like a forest.

Shi Daheng smiled lightly and said, "If you know what superstition is, please raise your hand." ”

Half of the forest fell.

Zheng Chengjun raised his hand hesitantly, fell down again, and then raised it again unwillingly. Cheng Min asked him at the same table: "You know so much." ”

He snorted and said no no.

Luo Taotao and Li Jiahan whispered: "What does Teacher Wen want to do?" So many quirky questions asked. ”

Li Jiahan thoughtfully: "Let's just continue to listen." ”

Shi Daheng looked around for a week and threw out the final question: "Who can talk about the difference between science and superstition?" You don't have to raise your hand, just answer directly from your seat. ”

Cheng Min said: "It is superstition to be sick and jump to the gods, and it is science to go to the hospital." ”

Zheng Chengjun couldn't wait to say: "Disciple rules are superstition, and equality is science!" ”

The students replied in a mixed manner, and Shi Daheng just shook his head.

Luo Taotao raised his hand: "Superstition is all fake, science is true!" ”

Shi Daheng still shook his head.

Zheng Chengjun was unhappy: "New teacher, then what do you say is the answer?" If you can't convince us all, aren't you a superstitious yourself? ”

Shi Daheng looked at Zheng Chengjun and said, "The difference between science and superstition is ...... I was wrong. ”

I was wrong?

Zheng Chengjun thought that Shi Tycoon was sarcastic at first, but he was suddenly stunned when he wanted to speak, he tasted the meaning behind these three words, raised his eyes and looked at Shi Tycoon, he was unwilling on the surface, and his heart was like a mirror, so he didn't continue to refute.

Shi Daheng gave the students plenty of time to discuss.

Brother Heng said urgently: "You said, we are going to conduct a teaching experiment. ”

Shi Daheng felt very strange and still said: "What I am about to teach you is a course called social politics. There's no syllabus, there's no schedule, and I don't want everyone to learn dead stuff. So...... I'm going to do a teaching experiment. It is not compulsory, it is voluntary, and if you don't want to participate, you can go to the study room or playground to rest. ”

Li Jiahan suddenly asked, "Teacher, what does this have to do with your question just now?" ”

Brother Heng logged into his account again.

It stared at Li Jiahan and said slowly: "We will use teaching experiments to let everyone understand the nature of religion, and then understand the principles of social and political science." Teaching experiment from now on, this student, what do you think are the characteristics of religion? ”

Li Jiahan's heart trembled when she was stared at by Brother Heng's sharp gaze, and she hesitated: "Is it discipline? ”

Brother Heng nodded in satisfaction.

"So from now on, we have founded a sect. I'm pretending to be a religious chief...... As a leader, you have to be respected, you have to be called 'leader', you can only speak if you are allowed, and you have to stand up when you speak, is it okay? ”

Where have students experienced such a new form of education?

Because everyone understood that Mr. Wen was just a teacher, and this was a unique teaching game that he discussed with everyone, he did not show resistance and rejection of Wen Fei's words, but was full of interest.

Zheng Chengjun was happy: "New teacher, you still know how to play-"

Brother Heng reminded with a smile: "Did you forget something?" ”

"Oh yes, you have to follow the rules. Leader, I want to be given a chance to speak! Zheng Chengjun smiled.

Brother Heng said, "Please stand and speak. ”

Zheng Chengjun played a scoundrel: "I sit more comfortably." ”

"When you make a game, you have to follow the rules. You are a small matter alone, don't spoil everyone's interest. Heng raised his hand and motioned for him to look around.

Zheng Chengjun saw the slightly disgusted and disgusted eyes of his classmates, and suddenly felt uncomfortable, he frowned and said, "Then I won't participate, voluntarily quit, can I go directly?" Don't give me a small report to the dean of education afterwards, and when I meet the teacher, I will say that you let me out. ”

"No problem." Brother Heng nodded: "Then now, please stand up and leave with Zheng Chengjun." ”

The three students left the classroom with Jung Sung-joon.

"The second rule is that your speech must be short and concise. I ask a question, and those who are allowed to do so are asked to stand up and answer. Now sit down. ”

He is not asking too much, it is just a change of form of some of the guidelines that students are used to.

The students sat down and were excited to see Mr. Wen's new tricks.

"What is the meaning of Hanger in Chinese?"

A flat-headed boy raised his hand, and with Brother Heng's consent, stood up and replied: "The hangers, the hooks, the people who hang things...... It also means hanging. I remember that Teacher Liu said that there was also an English name, and she mentioned a place called Hange Passage......"

Brother Heng softly interrupted the chattering flat-headed boy and said, "Don't think too much, be brief." ”

The flat-headed boy replied again: "Hangers, hooks, people who hang things." ”

It goes on to ask a few more simple questions.

At first, there was no confusion about the rules, but then the rules of standing up and speaking and being short and concise were tacitly observed. The bell rang suddenly.

"That's all for this lesson......"

A teacher suddenly rushed in at the door, with a panicked face: "Let all the students stay in their seats and don't move!" He looked up and bumped into Wen Fei.

"Are you...... No matter how much it is, this male teacher, you come with me quickly, you need help over there! ”

The students sat down in their seats and began to exchange words.

"What's going on?"