From teaching to superstar

Chapter 2 Three Foot Podium
The five judges left, and many people in the live broadcast room asked Hu Yang to sing a few more songs, but he refused.

Because he has to go back to class.

"It's a great honor to be liked by so many friends, but I have to go back to class, so I will download it first." Hu Yang said, ready to download.

The sudden appearance of ten treasure maps made him stop. Although he didn't know how much the treasure maps cost, he had heard that they were quite expensive.

"Thank you for this friend's gift, don't waste it." Thank you in a flat tone.

It's not like other anchors are excited when they receive gifts.

In fact, Hu Yang doesn't have much desire for money, otherwise, with his rebirth into this world, with decades more experience than his peers, even an orphan can become a rich generation.

Instead of going to the snow area with his wife to support education, and staying for ten years.

"Anchor, is it possible to live broadcast the class? I can donate some books, teaching desks and the like." Netizen "Colorful Jellyfish" who just created ten treasure maps said.

"No, sometimes there's no mobile phone signal, so there's no live broadcast at all." Hu Yang shook his head and said.

"I'm still an hour away from the school. If it wasn't for the audition, I wouldn't have come so far."

There is a signal tower in this area to be able to support live webcasting.

"What's your address, I'll send you a car signal booster."

It seems that "Colorful Jellyfish" will not give up if they don't see Populus euphratica in class, and even give them a valuable car signal booster.

But Hu Yang laughed out loud.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I can't use it. This is my means of transportation." As he spoke, he turned the phone to one side, and a white horse was walking leisurely not far away.

In an instant, the live broadcast room was full of words of admiration and envy.

Even "Colorful Jellyfish" hit a full stop to express their speechlessness.

"Okay, let's talk again when we have a chance, I'm going back to class." After speaking, he turned off the Maoya live broadcast.

Pack up your things, put your back on your back and get on the horse.

Here, the short-distance means of transportation is horses, which Populus euphratica learned in the second year here.

An hour later, Hu Yang returned the white horse to Aunt Deguimedo in the village.

Looking at the time, there were still a few minutes before class, so he casually ate some barley noodles left over from the morning.

The bell for class came from a broken iron block hanging from a dead tree outside the school playground and a rotten hammer that was half missing from the ground.

"clang clang"

Soon, eight little guys with schoolbags ran out of the village.

Here, they have to go home at noon to help with some farm work at home, unlike elementary school students in the city who take a nap after lunch.

Hu Yang stood on the playground and looked at them, smiled slightly, went back to the room and picked up the textbooks needed for this afternoon's class and walked into the classroom.

"Stand up!" Nima, a fourth grader, saw Populus euphratica and immediately stood up and shouted.

"Hello, teacher!" The other seven students said in clear voices.

"Hello students!"

"The first class this afternoon is for the pre-school class. Students who don't have their turn can preview their homework by themselves," Hu Yang said.

This school is the only school in the six surrounding villages, and they are all school-age children in the six villages.

Hu Yang is not only the principal, but also the head teacher of all classes, as well as the teacher of all courses.

He once recruited a few teachers who came to support teaching by virtue of his connections, but the longest one of them left after only staying for a month, and one of them sneaked away on the third night without even asking for a salute.

Since then, Populus Hu Yang never took the initiative to recruit people to teach.

Because it is too bitter here.

The electricity was only connected two years ago, and I am used to life in the city. Not everyone can bear this kind of living conditions.

Among these eight students, Dolma is in the preschool class, Tashi, Wangdui, and Sang Mu are in the first grade, Nima is in the fourth grade, and the remaining three are in the third grade.

As for the second, fifth, and sixth graders, there is none.

"The teacher gave you "Quiet Night Thoughts" by the poet Li Bai today." Hu Yang said to Zhuoma.

Write on the board:

Bright moonlight in front of the bed was suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the moon, and look down at your hometown.

Dolman was taught to read word by word. For some things she couldn't understand, Hu Yang switched to Tibetan to speak to her, and then switched back to Chinese after explaining clearly.

When she can stumble and read it out, let her read it by herself first.

It was their turn to teach Tashi and the others in the first grade. This time, the multiplication formula was taught by Hu Yang in advance.

"The three of you who taught 5X5 in the morning, do you remember? Wait for my roll call." Hu Yang asked.

Wangdui lowered his head silently, not daring to look at Populus euphratica, hoping not to hit him.

However, he was too guilty and forgot that there were only three students in his class.

"Sam, you come first." Hu Yang ordered a thin little girl. She had the best grades and studied hardest.

She stood up and said in a crisp voice: "One one gets one, one two gets two, two two gets four five five 25."

Hu Yang nodded in satisfaction, and praised: "Not bad, keep working hard."

For children, praise is more effective than harshness.

Then to Tashi, although I didn't read it out in one breath like Sam, but I managed to remember it.

"Wangdui, it's your turn."

He stood up hesitantly, and said with difficulty: "One gets one, one two gets two, two two gets two, three, four, three, four."

"Wow, Mr. Huhu, it's too difficult, it's too difficult, it's really difficult!" He cried out with a wow.

Even Dolma, who was reciting an ancient poem, bowed his head and smiled.

"Is it difficult?" Hu Yang asked with a straight face.

He is the most mischievous of the eight students, and also the least fond of learning.

"It's really hard." He sobbed and said with a flat mouth.

"Well, multiplying two legs of lamb by two legs of lamb is still two legs of lamb. It seems really difficult. In this class, you just write down the multiplication formula of 5X5. I will check it after school." Hu Yang looked at him helplessly. road.

Except for the rare cases where students would be beaten by hand, the rest of the time they were asked to copy textbooks.

Don't say that corporal punishment students will be complained by their parents.

Here, as long as Populus euphratica is not beaten to death or maimed, nothing will happen.

If they dared to go home and tell their family members, their elders would hang them up and give them a hard pumping after learning the details, and then brought some meat to school to apologize to Hu Yang, asking him not to blame the children.

Hearing the teacher's words, Wangdui sat down silently, took out his homework book and wrote the multiplication formula silently, still chanting words in his mouth.

Although Hu Yang didn't hit him, this kind of punishment was the most serious punishment for an eight or nine-year-old child.

The teacher's attitude is more intimidating in their eyes than the wooden stick in the hands of parents.

(End of this chapter)