Chapter 47: Little fist hits your chest

It seemed that because Li Fanqi's "joke" just now broke the awkward atmosphere, and then a few scattered hands finally raised.

Fang Ran's smile on his face became stronger, and he called a few students to get up and add this question.

"good!"

"After learning about the author Li Taibai, let's enter the study of this text."

"Everyone opens the eighty-ninth side of the textbook."

...

Fang Ran breathed a sigh of relief. The class passed half as peacefully as usual.

As Fang Ran’s first lesson in this world, he did not ask how good he could be. It was enough to not make mistakes.

After completing another small difficulty in the class, Fang Ran recalled the lesson preparation information in the lesson plan and said to the students below:

"We have analyzed the artistic techniques of the poem "Xia Ke Xing"!"

“…”

"In the history of poetry, there is a relatively special existence, that is, poetry that comments on poetry..."

"And this kind of poetry is also called 'On Poetry'."

"The poem "The Legend of the Gods" is called the courage of the heroes of the ages, and naturally there are many comments on poetry..."

"Next, I want to know, can anyone give a few examples?"

Fang Ran said, looking at the classmates in the classroom.

But no one seems to be willing to answer this question, and Fang Ran also admits that this question is indeed a bit difficult.

But in fact, Fang Ran was just preparing to raise the topic, and he would naturally explain it later.

only……

Just as Fang Ran's eyes turned and turned, he found a small figure dozing off while lying down.

It's Zheng Xiaoxiao.

Fang Ran frowned, came to her side, knocked on the table, and said:

"Zheng Xiaoxiao, let's give you a few examples!"

Zheng Xiaoxiao was shocked, stood up in a hurry, and looked at Fang Ran with a little shame.

She said:

"Teacher Fang Ran..."

"that……"

"what is the problem?"

"I didn't hear it clearly just now."

Fang Ran was not interested in exposing her, after all, they were all half-aged children, so it was normal for them to doze off in class.

Teachers need to guide students correctly, rather than blindly insulting students' fragile self-esteem.

So Teacher Fang Ran re-articulated this question with patience:

"You will give an example of 'On Poetry and Poetry'!"

Zheng Xiaoxiao lowered her head and thought for a while.

She didn't even listen to the class just now and went to sleep, so she knew nothing about the concept of "On Poetry and Poetry" proposed by Fang Ran.

Suddenly, Zheng Xiaoxiao was frightened by a fuss, and she said in surprise:

"Little fist!"

Fang Ran's black question mark face:

"?"

Whatever I said, you just fist me?

Do you still want to punch my chest with a little fist?

Fang Ran's expression solidified at this moment.

Most of the students who listened to the class carefully laughed when they heard Zheng Xiaoxiao's answer.

In the meantime, Qiao An and Su Ziqiao laughed the loudest.

Zheng Xiaoxiao listened to the laughter in the class and thought it was her own example, so she hurriedly gave a few examples and said:

"Green?"

"Glossy?"

“…”

So, everyone laughed more and more lively.

Fang Ran held his forehead, waved his hand at Zheng Xiaoxiao, and signaled her to sit down.

Then he continued to preach in front of Zheng Xiaoxiao not standing up just now:

"On poetry and poetry is an important part of poetry history, and studying poetry and poetry can help us understand poetry more deeply."

"Today, we will take this opportunity to learn about a classic poem about "Xia Ke Xing".

"Come and help us better understand the article "Xia Ke Xing"!"

"And this classic poem about poetry is Wang Qi's "Swordsmanship"."

“…”

With the ringing, Fang Ran, who had barely finished this "Xia Ke Xing", breathed a sigh of relief.

This lesson is really too difficult!

At this time, Fang Ran said softly to the students who had already begun to restlessness below:

"get out of class ended!"

For a moment, the atmosphere of the whole class became lively, making Fang Ran extremely awkward.

"How good would it be if you were so active in class?"

Facts have proved that even students in the world of immortal cultivation cannot be interested in facing boring Chinese classes.

Fang Ran scratched his head and thought:

"But we need to find a way to stimulate their interest in learning..."

As an excellent people's teacher in his previous life, Fang Ran still believes that he still has a responsibility for the growth of students.

"But this class should be done like this..."

Fang Ran shook his head, packed up his things, and then took the things to go back to the office.

He has some lesson plans for tomorrow's class today.

When he thought of the unfamiliar content in the textbook, Fang Ran felt desperate.

...

Another baptism that reconstructed the worldview like yesterday, Fang Ran barely completed tomorrow's lesson plan at about 4:30.

"Thanks to Lingxun.com..."

"Or it's too dark to end!"

Fang Ran sighed heavily, suddenly feeling a little sad.

"In my previous life, in order to deal with the teaching content, I clearly gave me all the three years of high school classes once..."

"But now, I have to relive that painful experience again!"

Fang Ran couldn't help but burst into tears when he thought of this.

But he felt something was wrong in an instant.

"No..."

"According to the feeling of these few days, before I came to this world, I should still have my existence!"

"I used to live the same life as I am now, and I will attend classes..."

"So he should have done what I have done before?"

Fang Ran scratched his head and figured out the key.

Suddenly, his right hand fisted, gently tapped his palm, and said with anticipation:

"That's right!"

"It should be that!"
To be continued...