It's almost time.

In a few minutes, the open class will officially begin!

The teachers and students in their seats and in the aisles were noisy, and many of them were talking about Fiona telling stories in front of so many people in public classes.

"Huh!"

"Telling a story in an open class, it's a shame that she can come up with such a stupid thing!"

"That is, the college hired you as a Chinese teacher, just to let you teach and educate people, which is to let you tell stories? Whoever it is, anyone can tell it, and you are not needed at all! ”

"I can't say that, in fact, some stories are also very educational, and it's okay to tell these stories in a public class, but the question is, does Wushuang Kenji have that kind of good story?"

"She can tell a good story about a piece of! A swordsman, it is estimated that all he talks about swordsmanship is knowledge, not to mention that those elementary school students can't understand it, if it's us, we may not be able to understand it! ”

"I see, Fiona is going to mess up the open class this time!"

"She deserves it, if she doesn't have such great skills, she shouldn't do this job!"

The War College is no better than Demacia, in Demacia, when it comes to her peerless sword queen, maybe some people give a thumbs up, knowing that she originally mentioned the slogan "people are in the tower", but even if they have heard of it, almost no one knows that this slogan is related to the sword queen, not to mention, at first glance, when I hear this sentence "people are in the tower", I don't feel anything, because it must be put in the scene where people defend the tower with their lives, so that it can play the greatest charm! It will make people feel the blood boiling!

Therefore, most people are not optimistic about the performance of Musou Kenji in this open class!

The bell rings!

The open class has officially begun!

All eyes on you!

Fiona stood on the podium, looking at the dense crowd under the stage, but there was no pressure, and she smiled confidently, "Today, I want to take the opportunity of the open class to tell you some fairy tales, I hope you can listen to these fairy tales at the same time, you can also be inspired!" ”

Fairy tales?

What is it?

There were also several vice principals sitting in the classroom, and their expressions were a little different for a moment when they heard the new word fairy tale, which they had never heard before.

Ye Yan, who was sitting behind the vice principal, looked at Fiona, who was indifferent on the stage, and raised her eyebrows, could this Fiona really be ready?

But it looks like there is only an unknown book on the desk, which is why she looks so confident?

The other teachers, on the other hand, scoffed at Fiona's words.

The classroom instantly became a little chaotic.

A lot of people are looking down and whispering.

"Have you heard of this fairy tale?"

"No, who has ever heard of fairy tales, it is estimated that this sword girl deliberately made up the word fairy tale in order to make everyone mistakenly think that she is very knowledgeable!"

"Is this still an estimate? Definitely! ”

"Don't be busy talking about it yet, this sword girl is going to start telling a story!"

"Huh...... Just listen to her story and see what flowers she can tell! ”

Although these people are very optimistic about the fairy tale that Fiona is going to tell next, none of them get up and leave, they just want to see Fiona's joke that she can't get off the stage!

Only Galen and Zhao Xin were in good spirits one by one, and when Jian Ji said that he was in the tower, he directly made their whole person Spartan!

This time it's right!

In the open class, Jian Ji will still be a blockbuster! These people don't believe it, so let's see!

Fiona opened "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales", swiped it slightly, and began to tell, "The story begins a long, long time ago: it was very cold, it was snowing, and it was almost dark. It is the last day of the year - Chinese New Year's Eve. On this cold and dark night, a well-behaved little girl walked barefoot down the street...... A pair of small feet are frozen red and blue. She had a lot of matches in her old apron and a handful in her hand...... She sat down in the corner of a house, curled up in a ball. She felt colder. She didn't dare to go home, because she didn't sell a match, she didn't earn a single money, and her father would definitely beat her. Besides, it's as cold at home as it is on the street. They only had a roof above them, and although the biggest cracks had been plugged with grass and rags, the wind could still pour in. One of her little hands was almost frozen! ”

What she is telling now with affection is a fairy tale that she has always been very touched by, called "The Little Match Girl", which portrayed the image of a tragic little girl in just a few hundred words at the beginning!

Think of the little match girl who braved the biting cold wind and wandered the cold streets while everyone else was celebrating Christmas with the whole family.

This is simply a miserable word with a capital letter!

Scene.

Many people, especially those who are ignorant of the world, have red eyes!

They are all stimulated by the tragic fate of the little match girl! Some couldn't help it, and even secretly wiped their tears!

However, those teachers who were not optimistic about Fiona at first were confused!

No way!

Telling such a tragic story, what kind of play is this! Don't bring it like this!

As for the leaders who didn't care about it at first, their expressions were a little different, to be precise, they became more interested!

This Fiona has a good ability to render the atmosphere!

Fiona, who was now immersed in the grief of the little match girl, continued to play affectionately, "Her little hands were almost frozen. Ah, even a small match is good for her! Would she dare to take one out of the handful of matches and burn it on the wall to warm her little hands? She finally pulled one out. Phew! The match is lit, and the flame is rising! She put her little hands on the flames. What a warm, bright flame, like a little candle. It's a strange fire! The little girl felt as if she was sitting in front of a big stove, with its shiny copper feet and handles, burning vigorously and warmly, how comfortable! Hey, what's going on? She had just stretched out her feet to warm them up, when the match went out and the stove was gone. She sat there with only a burnt matchstick in her hand. ”

When a match was lit, the little girl shivered and saw the big stove!

This is a very happy and beautiful thing!

However, as soon as the match was extinguished, these beautiful illusions burst like foam, leaving only a burnt matchstick!

Many students couldn't hold back the sadness in their hearts when they heard this!

Wow wow cry!

Many teachers are on the sidelines to persuade them, but to no avail!

And those who are not optimistic about Fiona even more angry after seeing this scene!

What is this Fiona doing?

Students are the children of teachers, and it is too late to love them! Why make them cry! I've never seen a teacher as ruthless as you!

However, many leaders were shocked again, because they all saw that the way was coming, and this fairy tale told by Fiona aroused the sympathy of the students!

This is commendable!

Ordinary teachers really can't do it to her level!