Listening to his father's words, Fang Zhiyi was still a little moved.

Some people say that a father's love is silent, but it is more important than Mount Tai.

He did not talk as much with his father as he did with his mother before.

but……

This does not mean that there will be no communication throughout the process.

Fang Li was also looking at his son at this time.

There was an urge in his heart to help his son.

But he himself knows it too.

Now I can't help my son with anything at all.

If Alan were here, he would probably want to help his son share some of the pressure, right?

He said secretly in his heart.

Father and son, sitting on the sofa.

From time to time, the sound of cicadas can be heard outside.

Fang Ye shrugged and said: "This matter is like this..."

He also told some things to his father.

Regardless of whether it's useful or not.

After saying it, he also found that his mood suddenly became much more relaxed.

"So, those foreign students basically look down on the level of music education in our country, right? And if you can't teach this class well, they will definitely leave disappointed and leave your school.

Will it also cause a lot of trouble?"

Fang Li concluded.

Fang Ye shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Actually, it doesn't matter to me. I am confident in educating them... However, I don't know if they will be convinced by other teachers' lectures, because compared to the ability of the teachers, their side is indeed better than ours.

It is more difficult for teachers to convince the public.

In this case, Cantonese speakers will also be under a lot of pressure."

Fang Li fell silent.

"So, the main problem in this matter is how to convince this group of foreign students? This is indeed... a very troublesome problem."

"yes."

The chat seemed to have reached a dead end again.

Both father and son were quiet.

It seems that the topic has been lost.

There was only the chirping of cicadas and the sound of cicadas still ringing outside.

What is woven is a symphony.

Just listening to it now makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

Fang Ye subconsciously clenched his fists.

"Are you impatient?"

Fang Li suddenly asked.

Fang Ye came back to his senses and realized that he seemed to be a little distracted: "It's okay..."

"Actually, if there was just one kind of bug, it would sound better. If there are too many bugs, and they all chirp together, sometimes it will become unpleasant to hear, but... sometimes it will also sound nice."

Fang Li smiled and said, "Do you still remember when we were children, our family sat at the door and listened to the bug concert?"

When Fang Ye heard this, his expression changed slightly.

"Of course I still remember..."

There was also a somewhat nostalgic expression on his face.

Yes, in previous summers...

There is no TV to watch at home, so they all like to sit at the door and fan themselves to enjoy the cool air.

He would have disliked the noisy bugs outside, but...

His mother would always ask him to calm down and listen carefully, saying that the insects were having a concert...

Maybe he fell in love with music from that time on?

Scenes from the past reappeared in his mind.

He just felt very, very happy.

If my mother were still here now, she would definitely comfort him, right?

Thinking of this, he sighed again and shook his head.

I am no longer that child...

"I have a suggestion, do you want to listen to it?"

Father suddenly spoke.

Fang Ye was stunned for a moment, and his eyes immediately fell on his father: "What?"

"I don't know if it's possible, but I can give you an idea and you can make your own decision."

Fang Li said slowly.

Fang Ye listened carefully to the advice given by his father.

His eyes lit up slightly.

…

It’s still the end of August.

This day is August 28th.

There are already many students here at the school.

Basically they come to sign up.

School officially starts in September.

On the football field, there are students playing football.

There is also a basketball court.

There were also many girls cheering for the cheerleading team.

Fang Ye rides his electric bicycle.

Welcoming this youthful atmosphere, we came to the office.

Alas, he was clearly a student last year, but he didn't expect to become a teacher in the blink of an eye... Oh no, a professor.

"Fang Ye, you're here!"

When Xin Chuliang saw Fang Ye arriving, he immediately stood up and waved: "Sit down, sit down, we have something to suggest to you!"

Hearing this, Fang Ye quickly sat down.

There are many teachers here in the office.

There is his mentor Li Ru.

Some are also professors in schools.

Everyone looked at them with extremely serious expressions on their faces.

They looked at Fang Ye, and Fang Ye looked at them.

"Principal, what's going on?"

"It's like this... your next class will most likely be an open class. That is to say, there will be many reporters here, including foreign reporters, so you need to give a good lecture.

After this lesson, you should know this, right?"

Xin Chuliang asked.

"Well, I know..."

In fact, Fang Ye had already thought of it. Last night, Teacher Li said that many professors would prepare lesson plans for him.

Sure enough, Xin Chuliang soon took out the lesson plan.

"Come on, take a look. This lesson plan was put together by all our professors for you to give lectures to those foreign students... This time we need to teach the highest level courses."

Xin Chuliang handed the lesson plan to Fang Ye.

Fang Ye took a look at the lesson plan.
To be continued...