The other half of the boys stared at Qin Hao with envy and jealousy, complaining secretly.

"Fuck, is the teacher so involved now? Why don't you go to art school if you are so handsome?"

"It's over. My title as the most handsome man in our school is about to be taken away."

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"This teacher is so handsome. By the way, are you sure he's not an art teacher?"

Tong Wenjie quietly said to Song Qian next to her: "Hey, this seems to be your dish. He is gentle and elegant. Does he feel like an ancient nobleman?"

Song Qian rolled her eyes angrily: "This is a teacher selection, not a beauty pageant. Besides, if a teacher is so handsome, won't it delay our Yingzi's study? No, I will have to vote against him in a while!"

"No, you're being unfair. At least you should respect his appearance. Besides, he may not be able to teach your Yingzi, such a handsome teacher. It would be nice to have a few eye-catching looks with you when you pick up your child."

." Tong Wenjie joked.

"Go, I'm not as nymphomaniac as you."

Tong Wenjie pursed her lips: "I really wonder if your aesthetics have been led astray by Qiao Weidong. Could it be that you still have him in your heart?"

Song Qian patted Tong Wenjie on the arm and scolded her with a smile: "You have strayed from the aesthetic point of view. Your family is like Fangyuan, so you have the nerve to criticize me."

"Then at least our family Fangyuan was handsome when he was young." Tong Wenjie defended.

Song Qian glanced at her sideways: "Qiao Weidong was quite handsome when he was young. Don't believe it. I'll find his photo later and show it to you."

The dean looked at the discussion in the classroom and did not intervene. Instead, he quietly watched how Qin Hao solved the problem.

Qin Hao had already stood on the podium at this time. He did not speak, but picked up the chalk and began to write a poem on the blackboard.

The originally chaotic classroom gradually became quiet. When Qin Hao turned around and threw away the chalk in his hand, the entire classroom was silent.

There is nothing special about the poem on the blackboard, it is Wang Changling's departure from the enemy.

"The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.

But let the flying generals of Dragon City be here and not teach Huma how to cross the Yin Mountains."

What's special is Qin Hao's calligraphy. Although it is written in chalk, Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy is powerful, round and thick, with a solemn and powerful momentum. Just one glance will make people impressed.

"Oh my God, the writing is so good, isn't it? It's just like the one carved on the monument!"

"There is something special about this teacher. I feel that the calligraphy master who taught me calligraphy is not as good as him, and he still uses chalk."

Tong Wenjie poked Song Qian's arm: "Look at these words, this is called calligraphy."

Song Qian did not refute this time: "He looks about twenty-five or six years old, right? Why can he write so well? Even if he started practicing since he was young, he wouldn't be able to reach this level, right?"

As everyone knows, Qin Hao's calligraphy not only inherited Yan Zhenqing's true biography, but also had the accumulation of the two worlds of "Zhifu" and "Xinghan". His writing power has long been not comparable to that of modern calligraphers.

After all, today's calligraphy was just daily writing in ancient times. What's the saying? Don't use your hobby to challenge other people's food.

However, after the initial exclamation, Song Qian still shook her head and said: "Good writing does not mean high level, it still depends on his teaching level."

The dean sitting at the back of the classroom said to the teacher next to him: "Did Xiao Qin hide his clumsiness before?"

A teacher thought for a while: "Well, Xiao Qin's handwriting was not so good before, and I remember that Xiao Qin seemed to have always written with his left hand."

"Writing with the left hand? Interesting."

In front of the podium, Qin Hao leaned over and glanced at everyone in the classroom, and also spotted Tong Wenjie, Song Qian, Wang Yidi's mother and others among the crowd.

But after just a quick glance, Qin Hao began to teach.

"Can anyone tell me the general meaning of this poem?"

Almost all the girls in the classroom raised their hands, and only a few boys raised their hands.

Qin Hao turned a blind eye to the expectant eyes of the little girls and nodded to a boy: "Please tell this classmate."

The boy said sternly.

"It's still the bright moon and border gates of the Qin and Han Dynasties. People were recruited to guard the borders and defend against the enemy. They left home thousands of miles away and never returned.

If Li Guang, the flying general of Dragon City, were still here, he would never have allowed the Xiongnu to go south and herd horses across the Yin Mountains."

Qin Hao nodded appreciatively: "Well, I understand well. Please sit down."

At this point, Qin Hao changed the subject: "However, when we study ancient Chinese poetry, we cannot just translate them in today's language. The most important thing is to enter into the poet's psychology at that time and taste the artistic conception when they wrote the poetry."

"The bright moon and the Great Wall border have been here since the Qin and Han Dynasties. The moonlight has witnessed the journey of generations of soldiers on expeditions. However, after so many years, the same moonlight has not illuminated the return journey of these people."

"I think many students and parents here can clearly feel that the Chinese language scores were very good in junior high school, but they plummeted after entering high school. A large part of the reason is that we were not so strict when judging papers in junior high school.

, you can get good results by rote memorization, but after high school, the test is more about understanding ability, which requires us to substitute the thinking of the ancients and combine them with their social environment, humanistic environment and poets and lyrics at that time.

We can learn from people’s mental processes at that time.”

"So many of our students who do well in history often also do well in Chinese. This is the reason."

Looking at Qin Hao talking eloquently on the podium, Tong Wenjie poked Song Qian's arm again.

"Well, I think what the teacher said makes sense."
Chapter completed!