Lin Xingbai walked into the classroom and did not speak. Instead, he stood on the podium. Just like this, he naturally felt like a stagnant and stagnant. However, these days, few of the students below could understand the so-called momentum.

"Calm down." The person who said this was Qu Feng who arrived later. Qu Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the chaotic students below, and thought to himself that such a chaotic environment would not cause Senior Lin to start a massacre.

The principal was still somewhat majestic. He sat back to his seat one by one and immediately became quiet.

"Now, let me introduce you to you. This is the new teacher Lin, and I will teach you the lesson of ancient languages ​​in the future." Qu Feng was accidentally nervous when he was speaking, and he said immediately: "It's classical Chinese."

"Teacher Lin is a famous teacher, so everyone will be more serious in the future." Qu Feng said intimidatingly: "Okay, I'm done with my words, and Teacher Lin will talk to you below."

Lin Xingbai stood on the podium: "I don't have much to say. My surname is Lin, and my name is Lin Xingbai. Everyone calls me Teacher Lin." Lin Xingbai picked up chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard. Lin Xingbai had never used chalk before.

However, Lin Xingbai's writing skills back then were completely suppressed by his father, and his ability to write brush calligraphy was extremely profound. Now, when he changed his writing chalk calligraphy, he also wrote it in a similar way, which was better than the chalk calligraphy of ordinary teachers.

Seeing that the situation was similar, the music style left the classroom.

The class bell rang in time.

"Hello, Teacher Lin." Rows of students stood up in rows of ways. Lin Xingbai looked at him. There were about thirty students in this class, but most of them were girls, with only a few boys. Twenty-nine girls and three boys.

Twenty-nine girls all look above average, and they are much more beautiful. Most of them wear white shirts and white skirts, looking like little white flowers, and are very pleasing to the eye.

Lin Xingbai unexpectedly discovered that there were two acquaintances among the students, one was Cai Yiyi from Changbai Puppet Sect, which was rare in this school. The other was Qu Feiyan, who had practiced the Demonic Art of the Gou Fox.

Cai Yiyi sat in the seat, with a little puzzled in her big eyes, and she didn't understand why the good uncle of the Grand Master suddenly became Teacher Lin.

Qu Feiyan looked at Lin Xingbai, and immediately stopped looking at the desktop seriously.

Lin Xingbai walked over and walked in front of Qu Feiyan's table: "Student Qu Feiyan, please respect the teacher and respect the words, and call Teacher Lin quickly."

Lin Xingbai's actions scared everyone in Class A of Grade 3. Most of the people in Class A of Grade 3 are ordinary people, and only three are unusual and ordinary people. However, most of the people in Class A of Grade 3 know that Qu Feiyan has a strong background and is very difficult to mess with. None of the teachers dares to mess with Qu Feiyan.

Lin Xingbai, the first person who dared to provoke the little witch in the Quyi aristocratic middle school, just didn't know how this person would die in the end. Obviously, many students thought that Lin Xingbai was dead, and no one dared to provoke the little witch and no one dared to touch it.

As for calling Qu Feiyan honestly to call Teacher Lin, it is simply impossible.

"Hello Teacher Lin." Lin Xingbai was forced here and dared not resist at all. He was really afraid of Lin Xingbai's profound skills, so Qu Feiyan could only surrender, and the broken glasses on the ground were all over the ground. No one expected that Qu Feiyan would surrender.

The little witch Qu Feiyan surrendered, and this can be used as the number one news in Quyi Noble Middle School this month, and there is absolutely no exaggeration.

If there is one person who is not surprised about this matter, then there is only Tsai Yiyi. Tsai Yiyi has a small face, and the Grand Master is omnipotent. No matter how much Qu Feiyan calls her little witch, she is really useful if she can practice the Youhu Demonic Art.

One is a little witch and the other is a great master in the cultivation world. The gap is too far.

Hearing Qu Feiyan surrender, Lin Xingbai smiled slightly, and walked back to the podium without any reason.

"Okay, I'm here to be a teacher, so I don't talk much, so I'll start class." Lin Xingbai stood on the podium and said, then picked up the third year's book and flipped it out. Lin Xingbai flipped it casually, just in time to find a Yueyang Tower inscription.

"I see the beautiful appearance of Baling, in Dongting Lake. I hold the distant mountains and swallow the Yangtze River, and the vast and endless streams; the morning sun and sunset are full of atmospheres. This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower. The predecessors have prepared the narratives. However, Wu Gorge is connected to the north and Xiaoxiang, the south pole is familiar with it. Many of the migrants and poets know this here. What is the difference between the feelings of seeing things?..." Lin Xingbai held the book and shook his head and shook his head.

In many articles and TV, chanting books with shaking their heads is a manifestation of corrupt scholars. But Lin Xingbai has to say that those who say this are ignorant people and do not know what chanting is. Lin Xingbai has met his father and another Confucian scholar who shaking his heads and gave lectures.

That really chants the taste of books, unlike those who pretend to be Confucian scholars on TV, and what they read is the taste of corrupt scholars.

At this moment, Lin Xingbai was recalling his father and the Confucian friend he had made with him.

Memories have become flowing water.

The flowing water is leisurely.

The students sitting were also very strange. The teachers who usually shaking their heads were ridiculed one by one, but now Lin Xingbai is studying, but people can't laugh at them. The students don't know too much, but they feel very comfortable listening to Lin Xingbai Nian.

"If the rain is drizzling, the moon is not blooming, the wind is roaring, the turbid waves are empty; the sun is hidden, the mountains are hidden; business trips are not running, the mound is falling; the twilight is dark, tigers are roaring and apes are crying. When climbing this building, there are those who go to the country and worry about slander and ridicule, and look very sad."

Listening to this sentence, Yin You are also in front of Dongting Lake, watching the rain falling on the lake, the wind and turbid waves flying together.

This is called artistic conception.

Now, Lin Xingbai, who inherited his father's last wish fifty-two years ago, has created this artistic conception very easily and comfortably.

The beauty of ancient Chinese has been initially reflected.

There is no doubt that Lin Xingbai achieved great success in his first class. Even people like Qu Feiyan, who hate Lin Xingbai very much, are now intoxicated by the artistic conception written in Yueyang Tower Notes.

It was not until the bell rang for the end of get out of class that Lin Xingbai walked out of the classroom that Qu Feiyan woke up. The little girl gritted her teeth: "Damn it, it must be that he used some magic skills to charm us, otherwise how could this be possible." The problem is that Qu Feiyan did not find any trace of magic skills.

As a little girl who is only fourteen years old, she doesn't know what the charm of Chinese culture is.
Chapter completed!