"Haha, I hope my wife's breasts are not as sagging as Gong Xuelin..."

After laughing a few times, the principal felt that his laughter was really vulgar and insulting his gentle image. He quickly stopped, took a sip of tea as if nothing had happened, and said seriously: "My love for Mrs. Smith is platonic, as pure as a piece of unwritten white paper. As long as I watch her live happily by my side, I will be happy."

"I am afraid that the third World War will never break out again. I'd better find an opportunity to explore Mrs.'s words. After all, a person's homesickness cannot be suppressed in just a few words. If nothing is wrong, then let's say goodbye first."

The principal stopped him: "Wait, there is one thing I haven't said, don't be too surprised. That's right, the superiors want to test the teaching results of our school this semester, the quality of teachers, the students' grades, teaching level, hardware facilities, cultural concepts, etc., they are all items they checked. They also require attending teachers' lectures. There are candidates for other subjects, and I especially recommend you."

Lao Liao was so scared that his body was shocked and almost killed the lice on his body. "School, principal, are you going to kill me? Do you still want to spend the warm and sweet Spring Festival with Mrs. Smith?"

"It makes sense for me to do this. Your students get the highest votes, which means they have the best relationship with the students. I am most afraid of the teachers who teach well but the students refuse to cooperate. No matter how exquisite the students are, it is useless. When the leaders listen, a student suddenly pops up and makes trouble. Any impression score will be deducted completely. After all, you are still the best candidate. Even the naughty ghost in the death class is not at the moment. The key is to get the appreciation of the leaders. I can help me get a higher level in the next semester."

"Teacher Jiang Feng's lectures are also very good, there is no need to choose me."

"Your name has been reported."

Liao Xuebing had no choice but to accept his fate and asked: "Why are there any superiors coming to check in private high schools?"

"All schools, whether public or private, must be managed by the Ministry of Education. I think you should go back and prepare quickly. The time is set for the third Chinese class in your class. Everyone who comes is very important. The famous literary critic Guo Yongsheng, Gu Xueshi, professor of the Chinese Department of Zhonghai University, Luo Min, a famous contemporary educator, Ou Jianyang, director of the Education Bureau's teaching and research, A Fu, the author of the novel "Youth Memorial", and Di Ziche, editor-in-chief of "High School Times Monthly" magazine. All of them are famous characters and can't afford to provoke."

Liao Xuebing was stunned and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "If you don't want me to do it, just say it earlier. You don't have to torture me like this."

The principal never expected that he had no confidence in teaching. He hurriedly said, "I am also anxious to find a suitable candidate, Xiao Liao. You are very popular among students. As long as they don't miss any mistakes, you can read according to the text in class."

Lao Liao thought to himself that he couldn't even pick up the chalk and there were so many experts waiting to listen. Wouldn't it be a dead end? But since the principal has signed up all his names, if he still wants to continue to hang out in the school, he can only bite the bullet.

"Okay, no matter one class, you won't die. Don't blame me if something goes wrong." Liao Xuebing is a bachelor, even if he is a king, he is not afraid of me, let alone merely evaluaters, professors, and educators?

...

After taking leave for several days, I lay on the hospital bed. I didn't do the lecture notes and was unprepared. In the third class, I just walked towards the classroom with the book in my arms. Foreign language teacher Qu Wen passed by him and said, "Teacher Liao, congratulations."

"Why am I happy?"

"Even Director Ou of the Education Bureau's Teaching and Research Department and Professor Di from Zhonghai University will go to listen to your class in person. Isn't it a joy? As long as the class is well spoken, it will be a plea to give them a bright future and make a fortune in the future." Qu Wen looked like he took it for granted.

"If I say it wrong, wouldn't I die without a burial place? Why don't you give me a class on my behalf? No professional knowledge is needed. I recite it myself according to the text, and then ask the students to recite it again, and then ask them to learn and talk about the essence of it, and then the get out of class will be over. Interested? If the experts are satisfied, the board of directors will look at you differently."

Qu Wen waved his hands repeatedly: "The journey is like a mountain, and it is not like this to send death to death. I still have classes, so let's go first."

Lao Liao pushed open the door of the classroom and glanced at Su Feihong and others, sitting upright without laughing. - Piao Tian Wenxue - idle, or holding a pen in his hand to show concentration and seriousness. More people's eyes were cold, their lips were tightly pursed, and only two nostrils were left to breathe in, so as to show their professional authority.

The teacher's surveillance, Ouyang Lifang, who has always liked to dress up in class, loves to take off his shoes and picks his toes, and Lin Xiaoken, who is addicted to counting acne in front of the mirror, all show that he is in a straight line and restrains his temper, and does not embarrass the school.

Lao Liao was as relaxed and comfortable as he usually went out for dinner. He threw the textbook on the podium. He saw the professor of Zhonghai University, a professor at the experts behind him, looked familiar and muttered to himself: "Isn't this Gu Xueshi, the tutor of the Ming and Qing novel research course of the University of East Asia in the past? How did he transfer him to Haida?" The other critics, the author of Youth Novels, and the editor-in-chief of the magazine, did not recognize any of them, and he didn't care about them.

Su Feihong looked at the teacher, her eyes full of admiration and gratitude. She knew that this class was very important to most teachers. She thought about how to cooperate with him. It would be better not to let Zhang Lexin, a genius student in Chinese class, make his own decisions. Welcome to visit - Piaotian Wenxue - another personal performance. Using the desk to cover up his movements, she sent Zhang Lexin a text message: "Can you help a little? If the teacher asks the students to answer questions later, don't raise your hand." This is a very polite wording. Xiao Lanluo sent a short message with a strong threat: "Don't blame me for not warning you, don't show off later, otherwise you will be beautiful after school."

Zhang Lexin had no expression on her face and didn't know what she was thinking.

Ye Yuhu was so happy: "Hehe, Teacher Liao, I didn't expect you to have today, so wait to make a fool of yourself."

Liao Xuebing nodded to his former teacher Gu Xueshi. Gu Xueshi had long recognized the students of that year and nodded with a smile. Unexpectedly, the students became teachers and were also nominated for the principal of the school, which was a subtle sense of accomplishment. He had a deep impression of Liao Xuebing. There was no shortage of naughty students in any era. Liao Xuebing was indeed very naughty when he was in school. He blackmailed and beat classmates, but his academic performance was the best. He respected the teachers very much. He was also very diligent and hardworking. He often had unique insights into ancient Chinese and wrote well. As long as it was Liao Xuebing's elective course, the teacher of this class never worried about classroom discipline, because Liao would not allow other students to interrupt him to listen to the class.

There were countless students who were taught by Gu Xueshi. They were all known to be in love when they were speaking in class. There were people coming in and out during the lecture, as if they were at home. He could not stop him and could only stare at his eyes. A few days later, a guy and Teacher Gu rushed over and insulted him loudly, causing trouble, which made him tremble all over. After class, the student was kicked by Lao Liao from the sixth floor and rolled down to the first floor, and said: "Who can't get along with the teacher in class in the future, but he can't get along with me." Gu Xueshi did not agree with Liao Xuebing's violent behavior, but was also a little grateful to him.

"Today I'm talking about "Li Sao"." Lao Liao wrote the title on the blackboard with his left hand. The handwriting was unstructured and rude and ugly. The last point was too long. Several experts frowned. Guo Yongsheng whispered to Di Ziche, the editor-in-chief beside him, and said: "How to write a word is not as good as a primary school student. Is this the senior lecturer specially recommended by Principal Liu?"

The voice was not loud, and Gong Xuelin heard it. Master Mie Jue couldn't help but feel dark and thought to himself: "Liao Xuebing must have been deliberately leaving the school for face. Don't he have his right hand? How can he write with his left hand? His face was actually ok, destroying his image, which is too verbal."

"Let me first talk about the author's life so that you can have an intuitive understanding. Qu Yuan, a Chu native in the late Warring States Period, was an outstanding politician and patriotic poet. His name was Ping and his courtesy name Yuan. The descendant of Qu Xia, the son of King Xiong Tong of Wu of Chu, was from Danyang. Because he was born in a noble family, he was wise in governing and chaotic, and skilled in rhetoric, so he was deeply favored by King Huai of Chu in his early years. He was the Left Master and the Sanlu official. In order to realize the great cause of unification of Chu, he actively assisted King Huai in reform and strengthening the country, and firmly advocated the alliance with Qi and resisting Qin from the outside, so that the country of Chu could be sent to the state of Chu.

There was a situation where a country was rich and strong, and it was powerful, which shocked the princes. However, due to sharp conflicts between Qu Yuan and the corrupt aristocratic group of Chu in terms of internal affairs and diplomacy, Qu Yuan was later framed by the small group of small people, and the alienation of King Huai of Chu and exiled by King Qingxiang. He was exiled to the south of the Yangtze River and wandered between the two rivers and rivers. In the 21st year of the king, Tai general Bai Qi captured Yingdu. Qu Yuan was so sad that he was unable to bear it, so he drowned himself in the Miluo River and sacrificed his political ideals for his life."

Liao Xuebing and Yue's low bass sounded in the classroom. Su Feihong was not sure whether to applaud. Seeing that Murong Lanluo was already busy writing notes, she thought that this idea was good, not ostentatious, but could make the teacher's lecture lively. The experts behind must be very satisfied.

Guo Yongsheng also said: "Following the official published lesson plan, it's really his. Tulip High School teaching is too uncreative. It seems that I was still wrong today. I thought I could meet a few talents."

Di Ziche said: "In the past, there were many Tulip High School students who contributed to our magazine, but last year there was no one. It turned out that the good seedlings were strangled by mediocre teachers."
Chapter completed!