Chapter 225 The First Lesson

After the class, Qin Hao returned to the next classroom and waited for the voting results.

"Hey, what do you think of what he said?"

"It's very good. It's very vivid. The most important thing is that he looks so handsome."

"Tch, nymphomaniac."

The students started chattering and the parents were also involved in the discussion.

"Hey, Song Qian, you were a teacher at Chunfeng Middle School before. What do you think of this young man's lecture?" Wang Yidi's mother asked.

The parents all looked at Song Qian subconsciously.

Tong Wenjie secretly tugged on Song Qian's sleeve.

Song Qian glanced at her sideways and said to other parents: "This teacher Xiao Qin looks young, but he is still very good. When I was in high school, I felt that my Chinese scores suddenly dropped a lot. When I was divided into classes in the second year of high school, The science I chose was very similar to what he said. If I could have had such a teacher to teach me, I might not have chosen science."

Wang Yidi's mother smiled and said: "That's all thanks to your high school Chinese teacher, otherwise wouldn't Chunfeng Middle School lose a gold medal teacher?"

The parents chuckled for a while, and basically voted for Qin Hao.

Qin Hao waited for almost half an hour before the dean and several school leaders came over to announce the results.

"Congratulations, Xiao Qin. You will go through the onboarding procedures later."

The other three did not show any extreme behavior. After all, the position of teacher looks glamorous, but in fact the salary is not high. If you are not selected, you will not be selected. There are many more promising jobs than this.

"I wish you good luck." The one from Peking University shook hands with Qin Hao and said goodbye. He went back to his previous junior high school as a teacher.

"Thanks."

Two female teachers who used to work in educational institutions also asked Qin Hao for WeChat. Qin Hao did not refuse and added them as friends.

[Ding, the mission is completed, the host successfully stayed at Chunfeng Middle School and obtained luck value: 120 points. 】

In the afternoon, Qin Hao completed the entry procedures, and the school arranged a dormitory for him, a two-person room. He shared the dormitory with a physics teacher who was a sophomore in high school.

When I opened the door, I saw the room of the science man. It was a mess, but fortunately there was no strange smell.

"Hello, are you new here? My name is Li Lin. The room is a bit messy. I'll clean it up in a while." Li Lin smiled slightly awkwardly, a little shy.

Qin Hao nodded at him: "It doesn't matter, I don't have any mysophobia, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, he put down the salute. Qin Hao's luggage was very simple. Apart from some clothes, it was a laptop. The original owner's family in this life was not rich. Both his parents worked in the small county of his hometown, and his family had just built a house. , there are still more than 200,000 foreign debts to repay.

Qin Hao took a look at his WeChat and Alipay balances. He only saw a pitiful 3,422 yuan. He would definitely live in poverty in the capital simply relying on his salary.

"We're going to make money!"

Qin Hao thought for a moment, took out his laptop, created a new document, and renamed it: My father, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty!

That's right, Qin Hao is going to be a copywriter.

"The tenth year of Emperor Han's reign"

The city of Chang'an, which was built less than five years ago, looks very lonely. It is obviously the new capital of a brand-new empire, but there is no new idea at all."

The beginning of the ten thousand words was completed very quickly. Li Lin on the side saw Qin Hao's fingers flying on the keyboard and came over curiously.

"Are you writing a novel?" Li Lin looked at Qin Hao in shock.

Qin Hao spread his hands: "Is it strange that the Chinese teacher writes novels?"

Well, this reason is impeccable. Li Lin couldn't find a rebuttal argument, but he still pointed to the numbers at the bottom left of the document in shock.

"But you're typing too fast, right? It's only been over an hour, and it's already 10,000 words, and you don't even have to think about it?"

Qin Hao said with full force: "Do you still need to think about it? Can't you just have the skills?"

Li Lin felt that his outlook on life had been subverted, and he silently went back to fiddle with his pile of electronic components. As expected, science students and liberal arts students were two different creatures.

After pretending to be cool, Qin Hao found the QQ account of a certain editor on the Internet, and sent the manuscript to all the editors on it using QQ email.

Then I cleaned the room and went to eat. The school hadn't started yet, so the cafeteria wasn't open yet, so I had to go out for a simple meal.

When Qin Hao came back, he turned on the computer and saw the QQ number in the lower right corner flashing. He clicked on it and took a look.

"Hello, sir, I am the editor in charge of Hu Ya at a certain point. Is my father Han Gaozu your work?"

Qin Hao was a little surprised: "It's so efficient? I thought it would take a day or two for a reply."

"Hey, I was just reading the submissions and came across the book Dada. This book has the potential to become a god. When are you going to publish it?" Huya asked eagerly.

Qin Hao sent a smiling emoticon: "You can do it at any time."

"That's great. Send me 6,000 words first, and I'll sign it for you." Huya gave him another grimace.

Knowing that Qin Hao was a novice, Huya patiently taught him to register a writer account, publish works, and fill in contract information.

Qin Hao thought for a while and decided to use Qin Zihan as his pen name.

"Just print out two copies of the contract and send it to this address in Magic City."

"Thanks."

After downloading the text of the contract to his mobile phone, Qin Hao went out to the school printing room. If he had something ready-made, he would use it in vain.

When they arrived at the printing room, a middle-aged female teacher was printing test papers, and Qin Hao was waiting behind her.

The middle-aged female teacher finished printing but did not leave. Instead, she looked at Qin Hao with a smile. She was a little surprised when she saw the contract: "Hey, Xiao Qin is planning to write a novel?"

Qin Hao smiled and said, "Well, I have nothing to do and write to pass the time."

The middle-aged female teacher was obviously not optimistic about Qin Hao's neglect of his job: "School will start in half a month, Xiao Qin, you must hurry up and prepare lessons."

"Well, okay, thank you." Qin Hao finished printing the contract. The middle-aged female teacher also revealed her true thoughts and wanted to introduce a partner to Qin Hao.

Qin Hao had no choice but to deny that he had a girlfriend, and then ran away under the regretful eyes of the middle-aged female teacher.

In the next few days, Qin Hao began to code like crazy in the dormitory. Li Lin saw Qin Hao's fingers dancing on the keyboard every day. What shocked him even more was that in just one week, the number displayed on the document reached Five hundred thousand.

Li Lin was very suspicious that Qin Hao had written it casually, so he secretly remembered the title of the book "My Father, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty" and then searched for it at a certain point.

As a result, Li Lin felt that his world view was about to collapse. Qin Hao's account was obviously a new one, with no reader base and a very small number of words, only 30,000 words.

However, in the book review area, there are already hundreds of readers' comments. Except for a few readers who complained about the slow update, the rest are almost all positive.

"It's a masterpiece. The author is actually a newcomer. He must be the vest of some great god, right?"

"I bet a leader that the author is definitely an old eunuch. His writing style is so sophisticated and he is definitely not a newcomer. And he has never promoted it in old books. He must be an old eunuch and he doesn't dare to promote it!"

"What? Old eunuch? No, it's not easy to find such a touching book. Don't be an eunuch!"

Li Lin even doubted whether these were the navy troops hired by Qin Hao himself.

But when he thought about what Qin Hao had told him before: Chinese teachers write novels with more sophisticated writing style, it seemed to make sense.

"Could it be said that Chinese teachers have a talent bonus when writing novels?"

However, as the school year was about to start, Li Lin didn't care about Qin Hao's business anymore and focused on preparing lessons.

On August 31st, the day before the official start of school, Qin Hao was arranged to teach the Chinese language of two classes in the second year of high school. As a new teacher, it was naturally impossible for the school to assign him the position of head teacher, which saved Qin Hao. Few things.

Chunfeng Middle School was crowded with people, including high school sophomores and seniors returning to school, as well as high school freshmen signing up.

Due to Qin Hao's good appearance, the school leaders assigned him the task of receiving guidance.

"Teacher Qin, please help me find out which class our Zhang Zixin is in? Why didn't I see her name on the registration form?"

"Teacher Qin, which class do you teach? Maybe our children are taught by you. Let's add WeChat?"

Fortunately, many parents came together, otherwise Qin Hao's side would be more crowded.

Tong Wenjie smiled and said to Song Qian: "Look, Teacher Xiao Qin is so popular."

"Tsk, superficial." Song Qian curled her lips.

But Tong Wenjie said seriously: "This shows that Teacher Xiao Qin's appearance has improved everyone's aesthetics."

Song Qian glanced at Fangyuan, who was signing up for Fang Yifan: "Be careful, that person in your family is jealous."

"Fang Yuan is not that stingy, but your Qiao Weidong is not necessarily so." Tong Wenjie said with a smile.

Song Qian said disdainfully: "We have been divorced for so many years, why does he have the right to be jealous? Besides, he is living a carefree life now and has a new girlfriend."

"Hey, why do you sound jealous to me?" Tong Wenjie teased.

"As he is now, what is there for me to be jealous of?"

"So, it's better to appreciate handsome guys with me. It's good for your physical and mental health."

The two of them chatted and laughed and completed the procedures for Fang Yifan and Qiao Yingzi.

Qiao Yingzi sighed: "Oh, why did this summer vacation pass so fast? It passed in the blink of an eye, and it was another semester that lasted like a year."

Fang Yifan nodded with deep understanding: "That's right. In a blink of an eye, we will be in our second year of high school, and next year's senior year will probably be even more terrifying."

"Hey, have you heard? It seems that our previous Chinese teacher resigned. I wonder how the new Chinese teacher is doing." Huang Zhitao said in a low voice.

Fang Yifan chuckled: "It would be best if the teacher is a beautiful girl, younger, and with a hotter body. Maybe my Chinese scores will be improved."

His words immediately earned the disdainful eyes of Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao.

"I said he must be a handsome guy, like Takeshi Kaneshiro."

While they were talking, Wang Yidi came over and said, "No need to guess, he's just a handsome guy. I've heard about it. He's the one over there surrounded by many people."

The three of them looked in the direction of Wang Yidi's finger. Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao were stunned.

"Is he really a teacher?"

"When did our school have such a handsome teacher? Why haven't I seen him before?"

Wang Yidi said proudly: "That's the new teacher Qin. My mother participated in his open class half a month ago."

Fang Yifan was a little depressed. His liking for Huang Zhitao was no longer a secret affair. Everyone in the school knew about it. Unfortunately, Huang Zhitao always turned a blind eye to his attentiveness.

"How come you are everywhere?"

Wang Yidi glared at Fang Yifan angrily: "Fang Hou, don't call me Catfish Spirit again, or I'll never be done with you!"

"Catfish spirit, catfish spirit" Fang Yifan made a provocative face at Wang Yidi.

Wang Yidi was so angry that he wanted to hit him. Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao just stood aside and watched. They had long been accustomed to Fang Yifan's venomous tongue. They also disliked Wang Yidi's big mouth, so they were allowed to make trouble.

After a busy day, Qin Hao was very tired, not physically, but mentally. As the saying goes, three women perform a show. Today, he was surrounded by a group of women. It felt like there was a group of women. The ducks surrounded him, making his head buzz.

Qin Hao was very suspicious that he had triggered some kind of passive luck, such as being a "friend of women" or something like that.

On the contrary, Li Lin envied Qin Hao's "love luck" and said with emotion: "As expected, handsome people are popular wherever they go."

On September 1st, school officially started. At 7 o'clock in the morning, senior high school students had already started a day of morning self-study. Students in high school and high school 2 also came to school one after another starting at 7:30.

After a summer vacation, it was still a bit fresh for the students to meet each other and say hello to each other.

As an active member of the class, Fang Yifan was no exception. He high-fived his classmates familiarly.

Qiao Yingzi patted his hand impatiently, which made Fang Yifan grin.

Huang Zhitao ignored him at all, glanced at him sideways, and then took out her books and prepared to go to class.

Jingle bells, the class bell rang, and the classroom was wailing. Students all knew that a tense semester was about to begin from this moment.

Qin Hao had already arrived outside the classroom. The moment he stepped into the classroom, there was a period of silence in the classroom, and then there was a noise.

"Wow, is this our new Chinese teacher? He's so handsome, even more handsome than those celebrities."

"Isn't he so handsome? And he looks so young. He seems to be a few years older than us, right?"

The boys were wailing.

"Damn it, isn't this teacher taking my job? It seems that my reputation as the school idol of Chunfeng Middle School is no longer guaranteed."

"It's over, it's over, I see all the girls in our class have fallen."

Wang Yidi raised his chin proudly: "Look, I'm right, he is our new Chinese teacher."

Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao gave a thumbs up: "Okay, assuming your information is accurate this time and you didn't lie, we won't call you Catfish Spirit for a week."

"Fang Yifan, you are such a pest!" Wang Yidi showed no joy at all. Instead, he gritted his teeth and glared at Fang Yifan. This nickname was given to her by Fang Yifan, and she was burdened with it for a whole semester. From the looks of it, I’m afraid I’ll have to carry this burden until I graduate from high school!

Fang Yifan made a face at Wang Yidi.

Facing the noisy classroom, Qin Hao cleared his throat and waited for the students to calm down before turning around and writing his name on the blackboard with chalk.

"Hello, classmates, I am your new Chinese teacher. My name is Qin Hao. I am very happy to spend two unforgettable years with you."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Yifan choked: "How happy are you? I'm not happy anyway."

Immediately, several students with poor academic performance echoed: "That's right, I'm happiest not going to school."

"Fang Yifan." Qiao Yingzi couldn't help but remind him to avoid being called a parent.

However, Qin Hao smiled calmly: "It's a joyful dance, a joy to the mind, a joy to the eyes, and a lot of excitement."

Several poor students headed by Fang Yifan were stunned. They all looked at Qin Hao at a loss, not knowing what he meant by these words that suddenly popped out.

Qin Hao ignored them and said to the other students: "Can any classmate tell them what these idioms mean?"

Huang Zhitao asked Qiao Yingzi quietly: "Do you know?"

Qiao Yingzi shook her head: "Literally, it means to express joy, but I only know that Xinghuilili comes from Li Haiguan's novel [Qilu Deng] in the Qing Dynasty, and I don't know the other idioms."

Seeing that no one stood up to answer, Qin Hao explained to himself: "The joyful dancing comes from "Liezi Tangwen": When E returns, she sings and sings again, and all the old and young are dancing happily. Self-restraint is the tragedy of forgetting one's direction."

"I believe that many students will definitely have a doubt about Chinese. Why do we have to learn those obscure and difficult-to-spoken classical Chinese texts? Obviously our modern civilization does not speak this way, and what we learn now will not be used in the future to a large extent."

Qin Hao's words speak to the psychology of many students. After high school, various subjects require much more memory and understanding than in junior high school, and a large amount of Chinese content needs to be memorized and memorized, which consumes a lot of money. I spend a lot of time, but the key is that I still don’t use it. In English, I sometimes go over the wall to the Internet to watch Little Blue Bird, or play foreign server games, which is still somewhat useful.

If anyone greets others carelessly, others will probably think you are a fool.

Just as the students nodded secretly, Qin Hao continued.

"Students, have you ever thought about how our last names came from?"

"In the land of China, when our ancestors were still savages, they drank hair, drank blood, fought with wild beasts, and multiplied. The Suiren clan drilled wood to make fire, Shen Nong ate all kinds of grass, Dayu controlled the floods, and Cangjie created characters. Gradually, the original society came into being. Form, they began to record that period of history in writing, telling future generations how they fought against the sky, the earth, and humans, and strived for the continuation of the race step by step."

"The reason why Western powers often forge and tamper with history is because they have no such background. Their history is only more than two thousand years at best. Their history is full of power games, and struggle is the only theme, so they will never The approach is unified.”

"Perhaps compared with many modern subjects, Chinese language seems a bit outdated. It cannot tell us how to build missiles, airplanes, and spaceships, but this is our root."

"There were once four major ancient civilizations on the earth. The only one that has not experienced any faults is China. It was our ancestors who used words to pass on their spirit from generation to generation and passed it on from generation to generation. It is this spirit that allows us to survive even in history. Even after being bullied by foreigners, we can still rise again."

"This is what we learn Chinese language for."

For a moment, there was silence in the classroom, then someone clapped, and then there was thunderous applause.