The first class in the afternoon was Chinese class. Chinese teacher Liu Jin was a man in his forties. He was funny and humorous, and full of poetry and books. He liked to be quainted with words and claimed to be unsuccessful.

Jiang Zhe loved his class very much before.

Because he once said to his classmates during class: "Students, it doesn't matter if I go to bed in my class, just don't snore."

So whenever he takes his class, it is a good time for Jiang Zhe to sleep.

Of course, except for Director Sun's class, there is nothing else that Jiang Zhe doesn't sleep in other classes.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, as soon as the class bell rang, Liu Jin walked in slowly with a volume of Chinese textbooks.

After he came to the podium, he first unfolded his Chinese textbook as if he had unfolded a precious scroll.

Then, without even looking at the students in the classroom, he picked up a piece of chalk in a casual manner, turned around, and slowly started writing on the blackboard.

Liu Jin's calligraphy is well written, which is also one of the things he is most proud of. So whenever he is in class, he will be slow and use his blackboard writing at a very slow speed.

When they are even bored, they ask the students to study by themselves, and then write a poem that no one has ever heard of.

Everyone had long been accustomed to Liu Jin's style, so they all lay on the table, staring at what he wrote.

Jiang Zhe held his chin with one hand and looked at Su Xiaoya's serious face with her head.

Although Liu Jin's self-intoxicated blackboard writing was very boring, Su Xiaoya sat straight and stared at the blackboard.

When class comes, her expression is very serious and full of curiosity!

It is because of this that she became the darling in the eyes of teachers in all subjects in the class.

Feeling Jiang Zhe's affectionate gaze, Su Xiaoya's ears turned red again, and she gave him anger and said, "Jiang Zhe, are you finished?"

Jiang Zhe looked at her with a grievance, "I did nothing!"

"You...you're upsetting me!"

Su Xiaoya said angrily.

"The heartbeat value from Su Xiaoya is 5"

"The heartbeat value from Su Xiaoya is 5"

"The heartbeat value from Su Xiaoya is 5"

...

The system prompts seem to have a bug, endlessly.

When Jiang Zhe sat next to Su Xiaoya, the sound never stopped.

Adolescent boys and girls, even if they are just the simplest little ambiguity, will make people blush and their hearts beat for a long time!

Not to mention Jiang Zhe's scoundrel approach, a well-behaved and innocent girl like Su Xiaoya can't stand it.

Jiang Zhe heard Su Xiaoya’s angry words and smiled ambiguously: “Oh? Why do you care so much about me? Su Xiaoya, do you like me?”

"The heartbeat from Su Xiaoya is worth 300!"

Su Xiaoya nervously grabbed the hem of her clothes, widened her eyes and quickly denied it.

"Who...who will like you! If you talk nonsense, I will tell the head teacher to go!"

Another familiar class teacher warned.

Jiang Zhe raised his chin and retorted: "Since you don't like me, why do you care so much about what I see?"

Su Xiaoya: “…”

She was too shocked by Jiang Zhe's thick-skinned face, so her eyes were staring like two cute light bulbs.

Finally, he seemed to be deflated, and snorted angrily, then turned his head to stop looking at him!

Ignore him and ignore him and ignore him...

Su Xiaoya hypnotized herself crazy and forced herself to ignore Jiang Zhe's existence.

Liu Jin on the podium had already written a beautiful blackboard. He took a few steps back and became intoxicated by himself.

Then when he saw something that was not in line with his wish, he frowned slightly, and then gently wiped it with his little finger to make a modification. When it was completely in line with his expectations, he nodded with relief and turned around with a smile.

"Students, today I will tell you about the appreciation of ancient poetry! In the Chinese language of the college entrance examination, the appreciation and translation of ancient poetry are a very important part."

"So, if you want to learn the appreciation of ancient poetry, first of all, you must understand how poetry is written and what rules are there. As long as you can grasp these, you can not only master this type of question, but also learn how to write poetry. Haha, speaking of it, when I was in high school, I was able to write an elegant poem in just a few minutes!"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhe quietly said to Su Xiaoya below: "Liu Jin is starting again!"

Su Xiaoya couldn't bear it anymore and gently stepped on Jiang Zhe under the table!

Jiang Zhe looked distorted and shouted in pain twice. Only then did he show a happy expression on Su Xiaoya's face.

Jiang Zhe immediately smiled.

Next, Liu Jin first spent ten minutes to review his legendary experience during his study period. For example, how to shock the whole school with poetry and prose, and how to win the city's calligraphy competition with one hand, small flies!

Later, when Jiang Zhe was discussing with Qiu Xiaodong, Wang Qiang and others, he would complain: Why did you come to No. 2 Middle School to teach?

But it is undeniable that Liu Jin does have two tricks in Chinese. At least this blackboard is really well written.

"The format of ancient poems is generally divided into five-character quatrains and seven-character regulated verses. The ancient poems we learned in high school are all within this range. You can tell whether a poem belongs to a quatrain or regulated verse according to the number of words."

"No matter which kind of poetry, there will be basic logic to follow. First, there is symmetry of the level and tone, and then there is rhyme!"

"What is symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the pinyin? Take the four tones we are learning about now. The first tone and the second tone are symmetry, and the third tone and the fourth tone are symmetry. The symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of the symmetry of

Liu Jin carried his hands on his back and glanced at the whole class with a wise face.

Someone immediately opened his mouth from below.

"Press it first if you look at whichever you celebrate!"

"It depends on your mood!"

Zhang Yan raised his hand upright, and Liu Jin signaled him to get up and answer.

Zhang Yan glanced at Jiang Zhe's side, then sorted out his middle points, "Well, I think we should look at the level and tone!"

"What do you think?"

Liu Jin asked after him.

"Of course, it's necessary to have a symmetrical tone!"

Zhang Yan looked serious.

"Puff! Hahahaha!"

Jiang Zhe couldn't help but laughed out loud on the spot.

Zhang Yan looked embarrassed and said with anger: "Is there any problem with what I said?"

Liu Jin sighed, shook his head, pointed at Zhang Yan with his finger and said, "Shallow! Are you talking nonsense?"

Then he saw Jiang Zhe who was smiling happily, and raised his finger at him: "Jiang Zhe changed seats today! You were smiling so happily, why don't you tell me?"

When Zhang Yan heard this, he curled his lips contemptuously and stared at him with a look of watching the show.

The others were also joking, waiting to see Jiang Zhe make a fool of himself.

Who doesn’t know that Jiang Zhe’s grades are at the bottom of the class! If he can tell that he is Chou Yin and Mao, he will never see a ghost!
Chapter completed!