The system invites me to be a teacher

Seeing Zhou Qianqian who was so painful that she couldn't help herself, Confucius and Mencius also followed.

In the process of analysing papers, when it comes to difficulty, dictation of famous passages and sentences can only be ranked second, and the most difficult part is composition.

Maybe the teachers in other schools don’t think so. They just write essays, just take a look and give them a score.

But Zhiyuan is different. It pays more attention to composition than other subjects. It even clearly stipulates in the school regulations that as long as it is a student composition, at least a comment of no less than 200 words should be given.

200 words...

Hearing this number, all teachers were heartbroken.

For an essay, students can only write eight or nine hundred words at most, but you asked me to add another 200 words?

Don't bring people like this!

If there are only ten and eight articles, that's all, it is not unacceptable.

However, Zhiyuan Middle School has ten classes in the second grade of Guangxi High School. There are 30 students in a class, which adds up to 60,000 words, and it must be completed within a day.

In view of the difficulty of the project, the second grade group arranged for 2 teachers to change the composition, but even so, one person has 30,000 words...

Deng Yun suddenly said: "Ms. Zhou, if you don't want to change your composition, how about we change?"

Zhou Qianqian's eyes lit up: "Really? Great! Thank you Teacher Deng, you will always be the most handsome!"

Deng Yun smiled lightly and tapped his finger on the screen to draw lots.

Zhou Qianqian hurriedly leaned over: "What are you smoking? Can you change it... Uh, o((⊙﹏⊙))o!"

Deng Yun said helplessly: "This...sorry, I really can't help you."

Because what he got was also a composition...

"Ms. Zhou, why don't I let you write the famous words silently?"

Deng Yun carried forward his style, and Confucius and Mencius were not too stingy.

And even if he is not interested in Zhou Qianqian, he can still help a beautiful woman with a sense of accomplishment.

Zhou Qianqian shook her head, "Forget it, I'm okay, but I'm not sensitive to typos, so let me change the'famous text and famous sentence silently', it's not as comfortable as criticizing the composition!"

Confucius and Meng smiled faintly, of course he could hear that this was the other party's excuse.

How can you be insensitive to typos if you can be a Chinese teacher in Zhiyuan?She just didn't want to trouble herself.

After all, compared with Deng Yun, who has worked together for many years, the two are not familiar with each other, and it is easy to cause unnecessary misunderstandings if they are shallow and deep.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Confucius and Mencius focused on the test paper.

Unsurprisingly, those classical verses can be judged right or wrong with just one glance after integrating the systematic study.

Accurate and efficient, so in less than five minutes, he changed half of the 300 sets of test papers.

Just as he was about to make persistent efforts, Zhou Qianqian suddenly let out an exclamation: "Wow, are all the students so talented now?"

Deng Yun next to him curiously asked: "Why, did some students write good articles?"

As a Chinese teacher, Deng Yun's favorite is composition.

Just now he agreed to exchange with Zhou Qianqian. Apart from the fact that the other party was young and beautiful, the most important reason was this.

Zhou Qianqian nodded and said: "The lights are on at night and the lights are on at night. It is when a teenager is studying. The black hair does not know how to study early, and the white head regrets his late study. Teacher Deng, this student uses such a sentence as the beginning of the essay. Absolutely."

Deng Yun quickly leaned over when he heard the words, but after a long time he sat back in his seat in a daze.

His brows were frowned, and his heart was full of shock.

Obviously, this is an original poem, and someone who can make a poem of this level definitely has a profound literary accomplishment.

As a teacher, what Deng Yun is most proud of is not his own literary skills after becoming a class teacher.

He graduated with a master's degree in Chinese Language and Literature. Although he later chose to be a teacher instead of further studies, he never stopped studying.

Deng Yun likes to study, read the sub-collection of classics and history, and read articles from all over the world.

This is the reason why he has been mediocre for 8 years in Zhiyuan.

It's not that he doesn't want to go further in his career, but rather than the so-called success, he prefers to dive down to study words.

But he knew that no matter how many books and articles he wrote, he couldn't figure out such a good sentence.

Sure enough, is there any talent from Jiangshan generation?It seems I am really old!

He couldn't help smiling wryly.

At this time, Zhou Qianqian asked, "Teacher Deng, if you guessed right, this composition is your student's handwriting? I didn't expect your student's level to have reached such a high level."

Zhou Qianqian did not deliberately flatter, what Deng Yun is best at is teaching students to write.

He even created a novel composition writing technique, but any student who has been with him for a period of time will improve by leaps and bounds.

Deng Yun shook his head: "No, I know my students, they don't have this level."

Zhou Qianqian didn't believe it: "Who else could it be in your class? Do other teachers have this ability?"

Deng Yun also hesitated. Is this poem really written by his students?It is not impossible.

After all, literary creation requires inspiration and talent in addition to personal literary accumulation.

"Probably, but the specifics will not be known until the results come out."

Although Deng Yun spoke modestly, his face was still very happy.

He has figured it out, what if he can't write this kind of poem?The same goes for students writing.

Being blue is better than blue, this is the pride of a teacher.

"What's possible? Teacher Deng, you are too humble, it is almost certain."

As Zhou Qianqian said, she hurriedly said to other reviewing test papers teachers, "Everyone, I found out that our teacher Deng taught a great talent, he is a real talent!"

"Really? Let me see!"

"What a white leader regrets that he is late in studying, Teacher Deng is really talented."

"good job!"

"I admire you!"

"This..." Deng Yun was a little embarrassed. In fact, when Zhou Qianqian spoke, he wanted to stop, but the other party moved too fast, and it was too late for him to react.

"It's not necessarily my student."

"How is it possible? Come on, who is it in your class?" said a male teacher who had a good relationship with him.

Deng Yun was forced to read the essay twice, and finally said: "It should be Yu Xiaoguang!"

"The number one in your class? That's the number one in the school?"

"Yes."

"good job!"

"I admire you!"

Seeing Deng Yun surrounded by a group of teachers, accepting praise from other teachers humbly and proudly, Confucius and Mencius looked very embarrassed from the side.

In fact, as soon as he heard Zhou Qianqian recite the poem, he knew that this composition was from a student who had run it.

The composition topic of this monthly exam is an independent composition with "cherish time" as the core.

Confucius and Mencius emphasized this type of subject more than once in class, and even cited many famous sayings from previous lives.

"Black hair doesn't know how to study early, but the head of Bai regrets being late in studying." It was adapted from Yan Zhenqing's advice to study in the Tang Dynasty.

He hesitated, he wanted to remind Deng Yun, but he gave up.

If the other party accepts the joy of being accepted by everyone, isn't it true that he used to be able to slap his face?

He doesn't want to slap in the face, and slapping does not belong to his values.

Confucius and Mencius have always been very low-key.