Chapter 54, You lack spirit!

Lu Fan is a legendary figure in Huacheng's education circles. He was called the 'Prime Minister of Academics' by the former Prime Minister, and has been repeatedly visited by leaders at home and abroad. This shows his high status and deep qualifications.

A few decades ago, Huaxia Guangnan was a province with weak education. Compared with some provinces in the north that had big college entrance examinations, only a handful of students could get into prestigious schools, and the enrollment rate was also extremely unsatisfactory.

After Lu Fan returned from studying abroad, he immediately devoted himself to the cause of strengthening education in southern China. He reformed the education method, took the lead in raising funds through various channels such as government investment and private donations to increase investment in the education industry, and invited people from all over the country and even the world.

Excellent talents come here to hold important positions.

He has served as the principal of nine schools including Huacheng High School, Huacheng No. 2 High School, No. 3 High School, No. 9 High School, Guangnan No. 1 Middle School, and East China Normal University High School. He does not amass money and is not greedy for power. When he found someone more suitable for the principal than him,

When he takes the throne, he immediately abdicates the throne and makes way for others.

The predecessor of Zhuque Middle School was Huacheng No. 29 Middle School, which was also the school where he served as the last principal. No. 29 Middle School was the worst school in Huacheng, ranking last in terms of school environment and student performance.

He proposed to restructure the school and introduce private funds to build elite schools. The government accepted Lu Fan's proposal and the No. 29 Middle School was renamed Zhuque High School. After receiving the injection of external funds, it transformed the school's physical environment and provided generous salaries.

To recruit outstanding teachers from the society, after more than ten years of hard work by countless people, it was finally built into a prestigious school that is second to none in Huacheng and even in the whole of China.

In the past few decades, the education industry in Southern China has also been greatly improved. Every year, countless students are admitted to the top ten prestigious schools in the country, and there are also many students who are directly recruited by prestigious foreign schools.

Lu Fan was old and tired. After resigning as the principal of Suzaku High School, he stayed in his old house by the Que River to live out his old age.

Zhuque Middle School later rebuilt a batch of staff buildings and prepared a dedicated small courtyard for school leaders. Lu Bu was unwilling to move into these new houses and still lived in the small building where he lived before.

Fang Yan followed his grandfather into the small courtyard, and a kind-faced old lady came out quickly and said with a smile on her face: "Fang Yan, you two went out for a trip, didn't you even eat breakfast?"

"I drank a lot of tea." Lu Fan said. "Is there any sweet potato porridge?"

"It's still hot in the pot. Shall I fry two more side dishes for you?"

"No, just porridge." Lu Huan said. "Fang Yan, you also have a bowl."

"Okay." Fang Yan agreed readily.

"It's better to stir-fry two dishes." The old lady insisted. She used to miss her grandson, but Fang Yan has been living in the north, and they rarely have the opportunity to see each other. Now that their grandson has come to work with them, she naturally has to make the arrangements.

Yan’s daily life has been taken care of.

"Whatever." Lu Fan waved his hand and said.

The old lady happily went to stir-fry side dishes. Fang Yan and Lu Bu sat at the dining table, each holding a bowl of sweet potato porridge and eating it.

"Grandma's porridge is really good." Fang Yan praised it.

Lu Fan raised his head and glanced at Fang Yan, chewing the food in his mouth carefully without saying anything.

Fang Yan understood what his grandfather meant and shut up knowingly.

He knew that his grandfather strictly adhered to the living habit of silent eating and sleeping. When eating, he did not like to talk or listen to others.

Grandma moved quickly and quickly brought out two side dishes to go with the meal. One was oil-consuming wheat vegetables, and the other was green beans and fried meat.

Fang Yan was satisfied with his meal and went to add another bowl of porridge. However, Lu Huan put down his bowl and chopsticks, indicating that he was full.

Fang Yan ate another bowl of side dishes and then put down his chopsticks with satisfaction.

"Follow me to the study room." Lu Huan said. After saying that, he stood up and left.

"Okay." Fang Yan agreed.

"I just threw the bowl, and I didn't let anyone sit down and have a rest--" Grandma complained as she cleared the table.

Lu Bu didn't respond and took Fang Yan to the study room on the second floor.

Lu Fan's study is a full two hundred square meters, occupying more than half of the entire second floor. The other half is a terrace, where you can sit down, drink tea and smoke, or play Wu Qinxi twice to exercise.

Except for a wooden table and chairs, the study room is filled with bookshelves. The bookshelves are filled with books of different colors and sizes.

There are unique books from the Ming and Qing dynasties, manuscripts of unofficial history, biographies of famous people, general history of Chinese history and the world, poetry of the Tang and Song Dynasties, philosophy, education, music and art ----- This is not so much a study as a small library.

Museum.

What impressed Fang Yan the most was that Lu Huan was not the kind of arty person who deliberately bought these books and hid them at home just to show outsiders that he was knowledgeable. He was a true book lover, and he read most of these books.

I have read it and even made a lot of annotations and written dozens of reading notes.

The reason why Lu Fan retired early was because he felt that he had neglected these 'old friends'.

Fang Yan didn't have many opportunities to come to the south, and he was able to enter his grandfather's study only a few times. He looked at the huge study with envy, and reached out to pull out a thread-bound copy of "Zongtang Zuo's Interesting Interests" in the bookshelf.

set".

"Stop." Lu Fan shouted.

Fang Yan quickly retracted his hand and looked at Lu Huan in confusion.

"Wash your hands first." Lu Huan pointed to the corner and said.

"My hands are clean."

"That's what you think."

Fang Yan smiled bitterly and had to run to wash his hands and wipe them clean with a white towel before he dared to touch these little babies.

"Every book is the author's hard work. You must have respect for words." Lu Huan educated him.

"I understand." Fang Yan looked at the book "The Romantic History of Liu Sanbian" in his hand and was immediately filled with respect.

Lu Fan sat down at the desk, looked at Fang Yan and said, "Fang Yan, do you want to make Du Qing a friend?"

"It can't be considered making friends." Fang Yan smiled. He walked up to Lu Fan and explained, "It's considered borrowing power from each other. He wants to take advantage of your power, and I want to take advantage of his -----"

"Teaching and educating people well, what kind of momentum can you use?"

Fang Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Grandpa, I thought so too. But haven't you seen the actual situation? I didn't provoke anyone to be my language teacher, but they did this to me -

--Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and no matter how strong the boss is, it can't withstand a group fight. There must be a teammate to help at the critical moment. Even if you don't help, just stand aside and yell, that's fine-----"

Lu Fan pondered and said, "Have you found the person behind the scenes?"

"I finally found it," Fang Yan said.

"Who is it?" Lu opened his eyes sharply and said coldly.

Fang Yan knew his grandfather's stubborn temper. If he knew who his enemy was, he would fight to the death with him. He was strict with himself, but he was also quite doting.

"Grandpa, let me handle this matter myself." Fang Yan said with a smile. "If you let an old man take the lead in everything, doesn't it show that your grandson is incompetent?"

"Pay attention to safety." Lu Huan warned. "It's not like before."

"I understand." Fang Yan agreed.

"Teach and educate people well, and bring out more good seedlings - I don't ask you to make all the students in your class like dragons and tigers. I also know that this is unrealistic. But, bring out more good seedlings."

When a good student comes out, he or she will make a great contribution to society." Lu Bu said with earnest persuasion. He has been an educator all his life, so as long as he has the opportunity, he will 'educate' people.

This is why grandma repeatedly asked to keep Fang Yan and still insisted on renting a house outside. He was not afraid of his grandfather and father who knew martial arts, but he was afraid of his grandfather, a scholar who had no strength to restrain a chicken.

"I will try my best to learn from grandpa." Fang Yan flattered him.

Lu Fan's face looked better and he said: "I didn't approve of letting you learn martial arts before. In peaceful times, why do you learn those fighting and killing skills all day long? Isn't it enough to get up every morning and practice "Wu Qin Xi" and do a few rounds of Tai Chi?

Use it? Reading more is the right way, and you will be full of poetry and calligraphy."

"That's what grandpa said." Fang Yan thought of the feeling of burning in his pubic area again. He knew that he must have been touched by something, otherwise this situation would not have happened. He said, "Grandpa faced many powerful enemies today.

He doesn’t avoid it, and it makes people’s blood boil with admiration.”

"Strong enemies? Just gangsters." Lu Fan sneered. "They are afraid of me, but I am not afraid of them. Du Qing worked his way up from the bottom, and naturally realized that life is not easy. They broke my old bones.

What’s the benefit?”

"It would be great if I could be like grandpa." Fang Yan said with a smile. This sentence was not entirely flattering, but also had his true thoughts. When he saw his grandpa proudly say the words "I know

Your family is extremely wealthy and you have many disciples. I want to see what you can do to me today." When I said these words, my heart was really touched.

"Why can't you do it?" Lu Huan asked back. "You have been widely read and learned since you were a child, and your kungfu is better than that of your classmates. You are good at writing and painting, you know how to play the piano, and you can play the flute - you are smart.

You are smart and observant. You have so much more than me and many others. Why can’t you do it?”

"------" Fang Yan looked at his grandfather in surprise. Does this old man think so highly of himself?

"Because you lack spirit." Lu Fan said seriously. "A person cannot be serious without words, and a person cannot stand without a soul. The reason why Madam is a human is not because of her eight-foot body, but because of her spirit. Napoleon is five feet and two inches tall.

, but he rode his horse and pointed his sword at the world and became a great man. Fang Yan, you have so many talents, why can't you get what you want?"

Spirit!

You lack spirit!

Fang Yan seemed to be possessed by a demon, as these words kept turning over and over in his mind.

The burning sensation in the Dantian was strong again, and it felt like burning a hole in the flesh there.

His forehead was dripping with sweat, and his face became extremely embarrassed.

boom-----

There was a sharp pain in his mind, like fireworks exploding across the galaxy.
Chapter completed!