Chapter 21: Do Nothing Wrong, Do Even When Wrong!

"Teacher Fang." The bald man, while rowing the boat, comforted Fang Yan, "Young people shouldn't easily lose heart. Back in the day, I also wanted to become a musician—"

"Did you end up becoming the school security guard?" Fang Yan turned to look at the bald man and asked, "What do you really want to say?"

The bald man chuckled and said, "Do your students dislike you?"

"Impossible." Fang Yan rejected his baseless guess. "I'm not boasting, but if Zhunqu Middle School held a vote for the top ten most popular teachers, I would definitely be first."

"Then why aren't they clapping?" The bald man asked, puzzled. "Although I'm not very educated, I thought your recitation of the poem was quite cultured—"

"That's called recitation. Emotional recitation." Fang Yan corrected him.

"Right, right. Recitation. I felt your recitation was very emotional, so why don't they have any feeling? Look, these little brats aren't clapping for you—"

"That's because the time hasn't come yet—" Fang Yan extended three fingers, then pressed them down one by one, counting, "Three, two, one—clap."

Rustle—

As if they had agreed beforehand, applause broke out on the Quqiao Bridge, accompanied by the students' shouts.

"Teacher Fang, you're so cool. You're so cool. You're just like Xu Zhimo—"

"Oppa, oppa, you're my idol—"

"Teacher Fang, we want to ride the boat too—"

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Fang Yan ignored the bald man's surprised and admiring gaze and said, "Baldy, row the boat back."

The bald man was very angry and said, "When you came to borrow the boat just now, you called me Captain Cai—don't cross the river and then dismantle the bridge. You're a teacher, you can't call me Baldy like those little brats, it would have a bad influence on the students."

"Alright, Baldy." Fang Yan said.

"---" The bald man was helpless.

Fang Yan walked over and patted the bald man's shoulder, saying, "Captain Cai, maybe those little brats have said this to you before, or they might have temporarily forgotten—but thank you."

"Every student who graduates from Zhunqu Middle School will have a memory of a bald man rowing a boat on the Que River. You may not stand out now, but in the future, in their memories, your bald head will shine like gold."

The bald man rubbed his eyes, his eyes red, and said, "This Que River is great, except for the bugs—Teacher Fang, you can still call me Baldy. I like it."

"Alright, Baldy." Fang Yan put his arm around the bald man's shoulder and laughed out loud.

The boat stopped at the shore, and Fang Yan waved to the students on the bridge, shouting, "Everyone, come over."

The students immediately swarmed over.

"Teacher Fang, why did you go get a boat?"

"Baldy, did you drink today?"

"Teacher Fang, are you going to make us learn poetry on the boat?"

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"I want you to learn poetry on the boat." Fang Yan said with a smile. He clearly felt that the students in the class were looking at him differently, especially the girls—what do you want? I'm a teacher, okay? We're not a match, do you want to flirt with me? "Seeking dreams? Rowing a long pole, drifting to where the grass is greener—without a boat, how can you row a long pole? What is poetry? It's something that comes from the heart. Only by sitting on the boat can you better feel the romance and depth of this poem."

Clap—

The students spontaneously clapped.

So, this scene unfolded on the Que River today.

The wooden boat slowly moved on the Que River, with one student after another standing proudly at the bow of the black wooden boat, holding their books and reciting aloud: "Seeking dreams? Rowing a long pole, drifting to where the grass is greener—"

While reciting, they would also perform various funny actions.

For example, when reciting "Gently I depart, as gently as I came," they would send flying kisses to the students on the shore. When reciting "The golden willows by the river, the bride in the sunset," they would show a pig-like infatuated look to the girls in the class—

This was a recitation of poetry, a reenactment of the scene, and also a free creative expression.

After a student finished reciting, the bald man would dutifully send them to the shore, and then another student would eagerly jump onto the bow.

The students had already formed a long line, proceeding in an orderly manner according to their student numbers. There was no arguing, no pushing, just happy and harmonious.

Ding ding ding—

The school's electronic bell rang.

"Ah—" The students exclaimed in surprise.

"How did class end so quickly?"

"Right, I haven't even had my turn on the boat yet—"

"What to do? I don't want class to end—"

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Fang Yan heard the noise behind him, waved to quiet everyone down, and said with a smile, "Do you not want to go back?"

"No." The students answered in unison.

"Do you want to continue class on the Que River?"

"Yes." The students shouted loudly.

Some students, feeling quite aggrieved, shouted, "Teacher, it's not our turn yet—we've been waiting so long. If we go back now, it's too unfair to us, right?"

Fang Yan nodded, understanding their thoughts, and said, "Then let's continue. The next class is still Chinese, you forgot?"

"Yay—"

The students cheered, and some of the more active ones even jumped for joy.

However, the end of the school day also brought some negative effects to Fang Yan's class: too many people were watching.

The originally quiet and desolate Que River was now crowded with many students in school uniforms, either in pairs or in groups, rushing over.

They pointed and commented on the black wooden boat on the Que River, very curious about this novel teaching method.

In Zhunqu Middle School, or even in the entire Chinese high school world, no teacher had ever taught "Farewell to Cambridge" in such a way.

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Bang bang!

The office door was knocked on.

Lu Chaoge covered the school's poverty assistance plan she was holding and called out, "Come in."

The fat and chubby Zheng Jing ran in, first diligently refilling Lu Chaoge's teacup with hot water, then said with a smile, "Principal Lu, something unusual happened at the school."

"What unusual thing?" Lu Chaoge asked, her face expressionless. Although she knew that Zheng Jing was a lackey and spy placed by that person, she indeed needed such a lackey and spy at the school. Many interpersonal relationships and the latest 'interesting' news at the school were first reported to her by him.

Zheng Jing handled this role very well. There are no mediocre talents in this world, only people who haven't found their right place.

"That new teacher—Fang Yan." Zheng Jing said with a chuckle. "He took all the students from Class 9 to the Quqiao Bridge, and had the bald man row the boat to take the students on the Que River—"

Lu Chaoge stood up abruptly.

This bastard, what does he want to do? Doesn't he know that Zheng Tiancheng's people are watching him closely?

Lu Chaoge felt she had made a stupid move, wondering why she had kept this person who clearly wasn't a good person around. Was it just because he helped her improve the 'Heavenly Ladder'?

Lu Chaoge was in a bad mood, feeling that her work had become more challenging since Fang Yan arrived.

"Why did he do that?" Lu Chaoge asked.

Seeing the suppressed anger in Lu Chaoge's eyes, Zheng Jing began to exaggerate, saying, "I asked around, and they said it was to teach the students 'Farewell to Cambridge'—is there such a teaching method? To learn a poem, he takes the students to the Que River and puts them at risk. What if something happens to the students? Who will be responsible? Teacher Fang is still too young, acting without thinking. This time, I'm afraid the school board will take action against him. Principal Lu just went through so much trouble to protect him, and he doesn't know how to cherish it—"

"Have you finished?" Lu Chaoge stared at Zheng Jing and asked.

"Principal Lu—"

"Take me to see it." Lu Chaoge said.

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"Too much." Chen Dahai stormed into Li Mingqiang's office, saying, "Director, this is not how it's done. If the students get hurt, the parents will tear us apart."

Li Mingqiang and Chen Dahai were close, and both belonged to Zheng Tiancheng's camp, so they spoke and acted more openly and directly.

Li Mingqiang gestured for Chen Dahai to sit down and asked, "Old Chen, what happened to make you so angry?"

"It's that idiotic Chinese teacher—during class time, he doesn't teach properly but takes the students to the Que River to row boats. Whose responsibility will it be if the students' studies are delayed? Whose responsibility will it be if something happens to the students? This is Zhunqu Middle School, not a community kindergarten."

Li Mingqiang's eyes lit up, and he smiled, saying, "This idiot is really daring. But, this gives us a good reason to get rid of him, doesn't it?"

Chen Dahai also smiled, saying, "This time, let Old Jia take the lead?"

"Old Jia is the head of the first-year Chinese department, so it's appropriate for him to take the lead." Li Mingqiang nodded thoughtfully. "If we take down Fang this time, our beautiful principal won't be happy, will she?"

"Director, take the opportunity to comfort her, and you might get a chance to be close to her." Chen Dahai flattered.

Li Mingqiang gave Chen Dahai a sharp look and said, "Old Chen, some things shouldn't be said lightly. It could cause trouble for you and for me."

"Yes, yes, I understand, Director." Chen Dahai quickly apologized, thinking to himself, with that powerful person backing her, it's like a mantis trying to stop a car to move her, feeling powerless.

"Just be more careful in the future. We're brothers, no need for apologies." Li Mingqiang waved his hand. "Call Old Jia over, I'll talk to him. For such a serious matter, he, as the head of the Chinese department, can't stay silent."

"Alright, Director, I'll go call him." Chen Dahai smiled. "Last time he escaped, this time let's see how he escapes."

"Old Chen, that's not the right attitude. We're purifying the teacher team at Zhunqu Middle School, getting rid of the bad apples."

"Still, the Director's level is high."

Chen Dahai and Li Mingqiang exchanged glances and burst out laughing.

(ps: Third chapter, everyone, throw your red tickets! A million thanks!)

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