Huang Jingyao took over the Chinese class in Class 35 after the first monthly exam in the new semester. The former substitute teacher Song Chong also gave a lecture on the paper.

This is not surprising. In the office, there are twenty or thirty colleagues in the office, including men, women, old and young. Half of them are not enthusiastic or mean to him. They nodded and occasionally had the qualifications to assign him to sweep the floor and change the bucket of water. The rest was to watch with a contempt and a hint of laughter.

The 64 students in Class 3 and 5 were not surprised. Except for when he first showed up in the classroom, some people were puzzled, some ignored, and some even urged Mr. Ren Xin to perform a show to liven up the atmosphere, they soon returned to tranquility.

After taking over, Huang Jingyao was still a little nervous except for the first class. He got used to it less than half of the class. He has been teaching for more than a year and has an internship before graduating from college. In addition to teaching for the first time in high school, other podium careers are not unfamiliar with it.

He was too anxious to show off when he came, and he couldn't do this.

A few days ago, Huang Jingyao attended classes smoothly every day, and would not be too close to students without any airs. He got up very early every time during the morning self-study sessions a week and entered the classroom early to observe.

Yes, he is observing.

His character is to plan things before acting. Only when one thing is prepared well can he be more confident in doing it.

Time flies, the National Day holiday is coming, Luo Quan has a seven-day holiday, six days in high school, three-year high school, two days in high school!

After the National Day holiday, he also took over Class 35 for more than a week. Once again, he stepped into the classroom at 5:40 during morning self-study. Huang Jingyao swept through the tender faces under the podium one by one, and then he felt a little worried about himself.

"The observation is almost done, it's time to start. Among the 36 girls, Zhang Ting and Liu Yuanyuan have better grades and the best Chinese talent. There is no hurry for the time being. The bottom of the girls are He Fang. He scored about 40 points in the monthly exam, but there is a lot of room for improvement."

"The 28 boys Wang Hao are the most troublesome, but this guy is not stupid. He thinks he is a sports student and is too lazy to learn much of this knowledge."

...

There are 64 students in Class 5, Wang Hao and one of Du Tianhang are students with special sports, He Fang and another named Zhang Linlin are students with art. These two are also considered class beauties among 36 girls. They are said to be class beauties, but in Huang Jingyao's eyes, they are just pretty little girls.

He observed these days and had already drawn up a complete plan in his heart.

After the premature exercise, all the students sat in the classroom again, but most of them were yawning, and some simply slept on the desk openly. Only a dozen were memorizing the textbooks carefully. Huang Jingyao stepped to the last row of the classroom. Wang Hao was still sleeping while walking. When he walked, the guy was awake and was not afraid at all. He could only look at Huang Jingyao curiously.

"Come out with me."

Wang Hao still had no fear, rubbed his eyes and left, but his deskmate Du Tianhang was grinning.

"Teacher Huang, don't you want to deal with me, right? I remembered that you didn't care about me when I went to bed a few days ago." Outside the classroom, Wang Hao leaned lazily against the guardrail on the fifth floor, smiling indifferently.

Huang Jingyao looked at the guy who scored 17 this month again. He was very tall, over 1.8 meters tall at the age of 18. He had a muscle and a slightly short sleeve. He looked very masculine and charming. His face was not handsome, but he was quite attractive with fashionable clothes. He heard that this guy had already made a second girlfriend in more than a month in high school.

At the same time, Wang Hao's various talents also appeared in Huang Jingyao's eyes.

Chinese, 4.

English, 3.

Mathematics, 3.

History, 3.

Politics, 2.

Geography, 2.

Sports, 5.

…………

Huang Jingyao looked at the numbers quietly and felt a little moved. This guy’s talent is not too bad. Zhang Ting, the best Chinese test last month, took the Chinese talent of only 5.

Yes, the best students in Class 5 and the worst students have only 1 point of talent difference, but Zhang Ting got 128 points in the monthly exam Chinese. Not to mention Zhang Ting, there are 40 absolute elites in the small class of the liberal arts class, and more than 130 points in the Chinese test, with the strongest talent of only 7, and there is only one. It is said that that is the Peking University Scarlett of this year, and the well-deserved No. 1 academic master among the 6 liberal arts classes!

9 is the most important, 9 is quite talented. If you study hard, you will be the first in the country and even in the world. You can imagine that 4 is no longer bad at all. Huang Jingyao knew that those talents with a score of more than 100 points in Class 5 were only 4.

There is no difference between being talented but not learning, not to mention that this guy’s monthly exam essay is blank, no wonder the total score is only 17.

"Why don't you chase after He Fang?" After sighing, Huang Jingyao suddenly spoke, his tone was plain and just a fact, but Wang Hao blushed, "Damn, what did you say?"

After cursing, he remembered that Huang Jingyao was the teacher, and then he lowered his head awkwardly and looked embarrassed.

"I heard that you often change girlfriends, but I'm quite surprised why you dare not pursue what you like, but you like to show off in front of He Fang with your new girlfriend? You're so stupid. He Fang was jealous when he thought this would stimulate him?" Huang Jingyao easily told his observation.

Wang Hao's face changed, but he stopped saying a word.

"According to my observation, even if you chase it, you can't catch it." Huang Jingyao smiled again, and Wang Hao stared straight at him and looked dissatisfied.

"He Fang is an art student. She is ready to take the artistic route. She is very energetic and wants to be a star. The stimulation you usually are ignored."

When Huang Jingyaoxin said the words, Wang Hao said in a muffled voice, "Teacher Huang, why are you talking to me about these things? It's inexplicable."

Wang Hao's tone was a little bitter when he was not nice.

He had tried to pursue He Fang in private, which was his first love, but unfortunately he was too lazy to dump him. He Fang was indeed a girl who dreamed of becoming a star. This is no secret.

In other words, there are too many young men and women aged seventeen or eighteen, who have their favorite stars or even crazy obsessed with or dream of becoming such people. What men and women in this period most desire is to be recognized by the outside world or think that they are different from others and hope to be noticed.

"I think if you learn Chinese well, it shouldn't be a big problem to pursue He Fang." Huang Jingyao then patted Wang Hao on the shoulder.

Wang Hao looked demented, "What's the matter?"

"Her dream is to become a star. You are too ordinary to turn a blind eye to you. What if you become a star? With your conditions and age, you have no time and ability to act, and it is not realistic to have a narrow road to sports. The simplest and most likely one is to rely on talent, such as well-known screenwriters and young writers, which require solid Chinese skills."

"It is not only Chinese, but also historical foundation, creativity and imagination. Only when these satisfy you can have hope. Chinese is the foundation. You can even make sentences with words and sentences. You can't write an essay, so why not talk about anything else?"

Wang Hao's face turned dark, "After talking for a long time, you advised me to study hard? Teacher Huang, you are awesome, the first time I met a guy like you are so nonsense."

Huang Jingyao smiled again. What he said just now was indeed empty, and his purpose was not deliberately hidden.

Not to mention that adults will wake up quickly after hearing this, smarter teenagers will not be immediately caught.

Huang Jingyao didn't expect this to convince Wang Hao. Instead, he took out a pack of cigarettes with great enthusiasm, "Do you smoke? Oh, I forgot that this is outside the classroom. You should be scolded for smoking. Anyway, you will go to bed when you go back. Let's have a good chat. I'll analyze various situations for you. If you don't believe these analyses, you can use your mobile phone to check the Internet."

"The most direct example is Lining, the screenwriter industry, and the stars are considered stars. There were many fans in the past, don't you deny it? There are also writers... These people are not handsome but have no background, they are considered grassroots, relying on their writing skills. If they don't even know how to use words and sentences, can they write so many things?"

"You are not stupid either. Your grades in elementary school should be good, and you will not be bad at junior high school. You will only fall behind after entering high school, right? But this kind of backwardness is not that you can't learn, but that you don't want to learn it. Don't you want to be a celebrity at all?"

...

He kept saying one sentence after another, and Huang Jingyao was talking nonsense, mainly to stimulate Wang Hao's interest and belief in learning. No matter how much he said, no matter how dizzy he was, he could only be awake after being dizzy, or even not dizzy at all. On the surface, he listened to his heart and laughed in his heart, and said he was farting.

But Wang Hao is just a senior high school student.

When the morning self-study session was about to end, he was always faint, while Huang Jingyao had a thought when the other party left, and directly used his literary energy to start adding talent to Wang Hao.

This was the first time he used this ability. A layer of grand and atmospheric golden air flow suddenly appeared on the transparent misty cloud wall that could be seen with naked eyes. The air flow was as big as a little finger, and thirty streams roared into Wang Hao's body.

Wang Hao had no idea during this process and entered the classroom with his head and mind.

Huang Jingyao then breathed a sigh of relief, "One class is not effective, I'm so dry that I'm talking, but he's confused for a while at most. After all, I'm not a professional talent, but it should be effective if it continues. With his talent that has risen to 7 and can compete with the top top in Class 6, as long as he uses snacks,..."

"You still have to work hard. Wang Hao is just the beginning, and I have to charge more."

...

After morning self-study, Huang Jingyao added another new content in his daily life, which is various books ordered from online mail, [Psychology and Life], textbooks used by Stanford University in the United States for many years.

[Skills and strategies for psychological counseling], [Psychology different from "multiple"], [Adolescent Psychology], etc.

He is now only a Chinese teacher in one class, with 10 classes a week and plenty of spare time. Even though self-study is far from being taught by someone, Huang Jingyao was helpless to find that it was too clumsy to try to use Wang Hao's dream to induce and stimulate his hard-working skills for the first time.

If he learns psychology for a while, his skills should be much more clever and the results will be better.

But it's not too late now. He can often talk to Wang Hao, a man who is hard to talk. Chatting with Wang Hao is considered a skillful skill. Only by using these various psychological skills will he become more proficient in them.

Wang Hao is just the beginning of him.
Chapter completed!