A day later, Yang Qingcheng and Zhao Yun began their teaching careers.

On this day, Zhao Yun went to the academy when the sun was just rising.

In the first two classes this morning, students will need to do their morning workouts.

Zhao Yun, as a martial arts teacher in Class A 5 and Class A 6, needs to lead the team to lead the students to exercise.

Yang Qingcheng only needs to conduct the first literary and artistic class in the third and fourth classes, except for today's first literary and artistic class, which is arranged in the morning, and then each grade will be taught every other day, and each two classes will be placed on the first and second classes in the afternoon.

And today's literature and art class, Yang Qingcheng feels that a simple course should be arranged.

When Yang Qingcheng came to the paddock classroom of the elementary college, he found that the classroom was not very large, and it was even more crowded because the four classes were taught together.

After the class bell rang, Yang Qingcheng walked to the podium, faced many students, and said, "Hello everyone, I am a new teacher, my surname is Chen. ”

Yang Qingcheng picked up the chalk on the lectern and wrote the words "Chen Qingyang" on the blackboard: "You can call me Teacher Chen in the future, of course, as an art teacher, I will use a few classes to do a test, mainly to test what artistic specialties or advantages students have." ”

At this time, the students below were all talking about it, because they were all children, and most of them thought it was very interesting.

"Be quiet and don't talk loudly in class. In today's first lesson, everyone will write down their names with pen and paper, and then describe what kind of person they are in one sentence. I'll give you ten minutes, and then I'll pass it from behind one by one. ”

After Yang Qingcheng finished speaking, the following discussion became louder.

"Okay, don't talk, now send out blank paper, one for each person, and after you get it, everyone will start writing!"

Yang Qingcheng took out a stack of palm-sized white papers from the lectern and sent them down one by one.

After receiving the blank paper, the students all picked up a pen and scribbled on the white paper.

After ten minutes, Yang Qingcheng asked everyone to pass the white paper.

After Yang Qingcheng took a thick stack of papers with the names of each student written on them, he said to everyone: "Okay, the blank paper has been handed over? ”

As a real person of Jindan, Yang Qingcheng's soul can see through this small classroom, no matter what it is, it is difficult to escape its perception, even the teachers who are peeping outside are in its perception.

At this time, two students who had not handed in the blank paper hesitated to hand in the blank paper.

After receiving the blank paper, looking at the introduction written on it, Yang Qingcheng really couldn't cry or laugh.

One of them is a fat man, he wrote his name on the paper is Du Ziji, and the introduction sentence reads: I am a little fat man who aspires to be a chef, but he can't eat enough every day, hungry and hardworking and kind.

The other is a lean black boy, his name is Huge Volume, and his introduction sentence reads: "My name is Huge Volume, I don't have a large amount at all, my dad must have taken the wrong name, I can't eat a bowl of rice every day, how can it be a large amount, I am a distressed Pang Xiaoliang." ”

Yang Qingcheng smiled after reading it, and then said to everyone: "Okay, now that the blank paper has been handed in, everyone will wait for the students whose names I call, please stand up and introduce yourself and some preferences and specialties." ”

"Okay, Mr. Chen. ”

When Yang Qingcheng heard the uneven answer, he didn't bother about it, and began the next roll call.

"Huge volume. ”

"To. The lean black boy stood up.

At this time, some of the students laughed "poof", which suddenly caused the whole class to laugh.

"Okay, don't laugh, the name is just a code name, parents get it, what's so funny. Yang Qingcheng looked at the black thin boy who was panicked by the laughter of his classmates, and hurriedly stopped everyone.

"Okay, Mr. Pang, please briefly introduce yourself. ”

After hearing that the teacher had cleared the siege, his mood calmed down a little and replied, "Chen...... Hello teacher, I, my name is a huge amount, my family lives in Zhenbei Chunhefang, my dad is a huge cow, I like to play the flute, play the conch and like to swim. ”

"Well, yes, yes, sit down. The classmate in the back, Du Ziji. ”

"To, teacher, my name is Du Ziji, I am in the 5th grade this year, and my home is in Guiyangfang, Donghu District. I like to eat all kinds of food, especially rain shortbread and braised pork. And hibiscus cake ......"

"Okay, classmate Du, it's okay, let's go down!"

"But I haven't finished talking yet, teacher?"

Everyone burst out laughing.

Du Ziji shouted: "What's so funny, I don't believe you don't like to eat, hum......"

"Okay, you don't have to report the name of the dim sum dish, I'm here to make a rule, the simpler the introduction of each person, the better, no more than a minute. Okay, the next one, Zheng Jie. ”

"To. A handsome little Zhengtai stood up and responded: "My name is Zheng Jie, I am in the fifth grade, and I like to draw." ”

"......" Yang Qingcheng.

"......" students and teachers.

I saw that as soon as Zheng Jie's three sentences at the beginning of my words were finished, he didn't say any more.

"Are you done with the introduction?" Yang Qingcheng waited for a few seconds, and then asked when he saw that he didn't introduce again.

"Yes, didn't the teacher say that the more concise the better?" Zheng Jie asked rhetorically.

"Uh, okay, then you sit down. Yang Qingcheng only felt a group of crows flying by the door of his head.

"Next, Huang Lili. ”

"To ,......"

"Next, Bai Zifan. ”

"To ,......"

......

After everyone has finished the introduction, the first lesson is basically introduced.

"Everybody be quiet. Yang Qingcheng saw that it was time for class to end, and everyone's thoughts flew outside.

"Now I'm going to talk about the content of the next class, the next class we're going to the paddock for class, everyone brings the futon for practicing martial arts and meditation to the paddock, okay, the class is over. ”

As soon as the students heard the end of the class, they all rushed outside.

After a quarter of an hour's rest, the class bell rang, and everyone went back to the dormitory or classroom to bring the futon to the paddock and wait for Teacher Chen's first real lesson to be taught.

When everyone was basically seated, Yang Qingcheng walked to the paddock with a piano case in his hand, only to see that there was already a piano table in the paddock at some point.

Yang Qingcheng put the piano box on the ground, opened the piano box, and inside was a guqin, took out the piano and placed it on the piano table, Yang Qingcheng sat down cross-legged on the futon behind the table, and then looked at the students opposite.

At this time, Zhao Yun also brought a futon and sat on the edge of Yang Qingcheng. Some teachers who had no class saw this scene and took the futon and sat aside.

Yang Qingcheng didn't care about the other teachers, and after seeing that the students were all here, he said: "When it comes to art, then we have to talk about the four categories of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and today we will talk about the first category, the qin." ”

"The piano is divided into five strings, seven strings, and ten strings. This is my lyre, and the timbre of the piano is quiet and quaint.

In ancient times, most of the people who played the piano were literati. They are not in skill and touching, but in mood and nature, so playing the piano must first calm one's mind, and listening to the piano is the same. Now I'm going to play a song and ask the students to listen quietly. ”

I saw Yang Qingcheng put his hands flat on the strings and closed his eyes, as if he was nurturing something, and there was silence in the paddock.

"Ding. When the first sound of the piano sounded, everyone's hearts seemed to be shaken by something, and listening to the sound of the piano seemed to make people feel like listening to ten thousand pines, and they were intoxicated, and they were deeply brought into a wonderful artistic conception by the sound of the piano.