As soon as Bao Xu finished speaking, Meng Ya immediately answered:

"That's right, Teacher Ye is young after all, and his comprehensive strength is not good. What's more, there is also an element of chance that he can win Du Jiancheng, and this alone allows him to improve his ranking by two hundred, which is very unfair to other teachers. ”

This remark has attracted the approval of many teachers.

There are many places to consider in the ranking, and if Ye Nanfeng is allowed to skip the level just because of one thing, other teachers will definitely feel unfair.

"Well, since the two teachers think it's unfair, let's re-evaluate. The dean didn't say much, and followed the process.

When encountering this kind of thing, the way to re-evaluate is very simple.

Bao Xu and Meng Ya are not convinced, they only need to prove that they are better than Ye Nanfeng, and they can replace Ye Nanfeng's ranking.

"Teacher Ye, you should also go to the front. The dean found Ye Nanfeng in the crowd and said.

Ye Nanfeng was a little helpless, so he could only walk to the center of the square: "Dean, what do I need to do?"

"Teacher Bao and Teacher Meng have agreed with your teaching ability, but have doubts about your personal comprehensive ability. Dean Zhengse said, "Next, they will compete with you, if you can keep winning, you can keep your ranking." ”

Ye Nanfeng shrugged his shoulders and asked Bao Xu and Meng Ya: "What exactly do you mean by 'comprehensive ability'?"

It refers to nothing more than cultivation, morality, culture, and appearance. Bao Xu said proudly.

These four points are a bit like the "moral, intellectual, and physical beauty" on the earth. Ye Nanfeng couldn't help laughing: "Then with all due respect, you are inferior to me in every aspect, why do you have the courage to question my ranking?"

"What?"

Bao Xu and Meng Ya's faces turned green at that time.

The other teachers were also shocked.

Although Ye Nanfeng has performed well recently, Bao Xu and Meng Ya are also veteran teachers in the academy, and they are excellent in all aspects.

If they are really considered comprehensively, their rankings should not be lower than Ye Nanfeng.

However, no one thought that Ye Nanfeng would be so straightforward and not give the two of them face at all.

"Teacher Ye, you have such a big breath!" Meng Ya pulled her face full of fat powder and said angrily.

Ye Nanfeng chuckled lightly and said, "Is there anything wrong with what I said? In terms of appearance, although I am not very handsome, I am not comparable to old men and women like you two." ”

Meng Ya, who was angry, gritted her teeth, but she couldn't refute it.

Indeed, in terms of appearance alone, Ye Nanfeng is young and dignified, although he is not handsome and earth-shattering, he can be regarded as upper-middle.

And Meng Ya, a woman who is close to middle age, is indeed incomparable.

"You, you...... This alone is enough to prove that your character is problematic, so how can you be qualified to be a senior teacher?" Bao Xu righteously accused.

Ye Nanfeng didn't panic at all, and sneered at each other: "Talking about morality, you two save it, if you have good morality, you won't belittle me in public." Respect, that's mutual. You don't want your own face anymore, and I'll give you back your face?"

Hearing these words, Bao Xu and Meng Ya's chests trembled.

But they can't find an entry point for rebuttal.

But no, what they did before was tantamount to humiliating Ye Nanfeng. In this way, everyone should not talk about any virtues.

How can a truly virtuous person be like a shrew here?

"Okay, okay, even if you can say it, then let's talk about culture and cultivation, these two points, you are not as good as others is not as good as others, it depends on how you quibble!" Bao Xu swallowed his anger and said again.

"Hehe, how do you compete? Ye Nanfeng didn't care.

Competing for culture and cultivation, he will not take these straw bag teachers in his eyes.

"The tone is not small, then I will not be polite. Meng Ya preemptively said, "The competition for cultural ability is very simple, everyone composes poems on the spot, and let the dean judge, who is better at writing poems, who is naturally better." ”

The dean nodded in agreement, and said, "Then it's simple, we are all people engaged in education, so let's write a poem with the theme of 'classroom'." ”

"Good!"

Bao Xu and Meng Ya agreed.

They have lived for half their lives, and they are not only proficient in cultivation, but also like to read poetry and books, and they are still very confident in this regard.

When the two were contemplating, they found that Ye Nanfeng had already spoken.

"I've figured it out, I'll do it first. Ye Nanfeng ignored the eyes of others, pretended to be contemplative, and chanted a poem in a loud voice:

The four spring breezes are prepared, and several autumn rains wash the gap.

Black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and moon, and chalk writes spring and autumn without words.

The silk spits out the spring and is not old, and the candle tears become gray and the autumn is thicker.

Three thousand peach and plum gardens are sown in spring, and fruits are full of fruit in autumn.

At the end of the poem, everyone in the entire square fell into a brief silence.

Even the dean was careful to reminisce, and his old eyes were slightly red, obviously moved by this poem.

Other teachers are no exception, they devote themselves to the cause of education, and they can understand the artistic conception and feelings in the poems too well.

"This poem, woo, is so well written, it has been written to my heart. ”

"I'm a little embarrassed, I'm so sorry for the teaching profession compared to the teacher in the poem. ”

"I didn't expect that Mr. Ye would be able to make such a wonderful poem with his mouth. ”

Many teachers were excited, and their eyes when they looked at Ye Nanfeng softened.

The praise of the teacher in the poem touched and satisfied them.

Ye Nanfeng was not shocked, and said with a smile: "You have praised it falsely, I think, as a teacher, who doesn't have the mood in the poem?"

This poem was written by a Chinese teacher on the earth, called "Ode to the Teacher", Ye Nanfeng had seen it before, and he also used it by the way at this time, which can be regarded as spreading good poetry in another world.

When his words fell, many people were extremely ashamed.

In the poem, teachers are likened to gardeners, diligently cultivating students, hoping that their students will get ahead in the future. He also compares teachers to spring silkworms and wax torches, implying that teachers are selfless and dedicated, willing to burn their own lives and dedicate themselves to education......

This kind of moral is too beautiful.

However, how many people actually do this?

For a time, 300 teachers were either emotional, weeping, or ashamed.

"Bao Xu, Meng Ya, two teachers, have you thought about it?" the dean came back to his senses and looked at the two doubters.

Bao Xu and Meng Ya's cheeks twitched, and they were speechless.

They were still in the process of conceiving it, and Ye Nanfeng chanted this popular poem.

At this time, they didn't think about it, and their minds were directly empty.

Even if they were given a month, they wouldn't be able to write such a good poem......

"It seems that the two of you have admitted defeat?" said the dean meaningfully.

"Wait a minute! It's not like admitting defeat, let's just count him passing the test in culture, morality, and appearance, but in terms of cultivation, it's hard to say. Meng Ya pulled her throat and said.

However, before she could finish her words, she suddenly felt a violent tremor of air hit her.

Whew!

Ye Nanfeng suddenly fanned his hands together.

Two sounds of breaking the air came, and Meng Ya and Bao Xu's bodies flew out directly like cannonballs.

Bang!

The two flew out of the crowd and crashed into the ground with a muffled sound.

"Now, if you cultivate this level, you two don't have to compare. Ye Nanfeng still looked indifferent, as if he had done something insignificant.