From teaching to superstar

Chapter 5 Wangdui, you are excellent

The morning sun drives away the darkness of the snow-covered plateau.

There were nine figures standing on the school playground. Hu Yang went to the recorder and pressed it a few times, and a piece of melodious, passionate and fast-paced music sounded.

"The third set of national elementary school students radio gymnastics Colorful Sunshine starts now."

Everyone listened attentively, waiting for the female voice in the tape recorder to give orders.

"Preliminary day, one two three four."

Morning exercises are a compulsory course for students every morning, just like morning reading.

Except when it's raining, you can't escape it at other times.

The plan for a day lies in the morning, and the plan for a year lies in the spring.

No matter whether you stayed up late last night or how tired you are the next day, you will feel much more energetic after morning exercises.

As for whether you can survive the class later, it depends on the teacher and yourself.

If the teacher's lectures are like chanting sutras and lullabies.

I'm sorry, I was already so tired that I fell asleep immediately after listening to it.

This is experience!
Accompanied by commands and rhythm, Populus euphratica moves gracefully and standardly.

The students behind him followed him.

After finishing the last movement, they looked at Hu Yang, wondering if the teacher had something to say.

Hu Yang shouted: "Disband."

There are no school leaders talking on it, and it's over after the exercises.

About 10 minutes later, Hu Yang picked up the rotten hammer on the ground and tapped the broken iron block three times, then walked into the classroom with the textbook.

"Did you review at home yesterday?" Hu Yang asked.

The eight little heads nodded wildly, making Hu Yang nod in satisfaction.

"Nimma, do you remember the English words the teacher taught yesterday?" Hu Yang asked.

Due to the special reasons of the school, the first class is a public class, that is, Populus Hu Yang asked them about their study yesterday, and some students asked questions and answered them.

If you don't know how to do it, you can teach it until the meeting. After all, there are only 8 students in total, so you can do one-on-one.

"Teacher, I learned it. I learned it yesterday when I drove the sheep home." Nima said seriously.

"Well, you did a good job, you can review it again now, and wait for the teacher to dictate." Hu Yang smiled and praised Nima.

Hearing the teacher's appreciation, he showed a happy smile.

Hu Yang looked at the third grade students.

"Yangjin, Tsering, Dele, did the three of you learn what the teacher taught yesterday?"

"Well, since you said you have learned it, then the teacher will test you, Tsering, please come up and write down the number." After they all nodded, Hu Yang said,

Since they all said they learned it, Hu Yang would not doubt it.

Because none of his students dared to lie, as long as they were found out, they would really beat them up cruelly.

No matter who, as long as he dares to lie and deceive others, he will beat his palms red with a ruler in front of all the students, and warn anyone who dares to lie, this is a lesson from the past.

This is also the only reason why Hu Yang hit people with his hands.

In preschool education, the influence of parents is huge.

But when they were in elementary school, the teacher's words and deeds had a greater impact on them.

Because this is the beginning of their enlightenment of wisdom and understanding of the world.

Therefore, if you dare to lie, once you find out, Hu Yang will never soften your heart.

He doesn't want his students to complain about him one day, and he doesn't want them to grow into a tree with a crooked neck, which is not even beneficial to society.

This is also the principle and bottom line of Populus euphratica's ten years of teaching and educating people.

Tsering picked up rough chalk and stood in front of the blackboard, thinking with his head down.

[-] Writing:
5001500100 Writing:

One is written in Arabic numerals and the other is written in Chinese characters.

After thinking for less than ten seconds, Tsering wrote down on the blackboard: 1020102.

And a line of crooked chalk writing: 50 and one hundred.

"Well, Tsering is very good. It seems that he has really mastered it, but he must continue to work hard, you know?" Hu Yang patted his head and praised him.

The little guy didn't expect that the teacher would touch his head, which is not as good as that classmate.

Immediately, my whole body trembled with excitement, and I replied loudly: "I will definitely study hard.

When walking to the seat, I feel swaying.

The whole person seems to have been beaten with chicken blood.

Hu Yang was very satisfied with Tsering's state.

In the snow area, if you are not a living Buddha, an eminent monk, or an elder of relatives or friends, do not touch the top of other children's heads at will. This behavior is very impolite.

Because touching the top is a very sacred thing in their view.

It's not an act of intimacy as outsiders think.

Then Yang Jin and Dele also came up to write, and both were praised by the teacher.

However, he was not as fast as Tsering, so he only received verbal praise, which disappointed Dele.

But soon the fighting spirit was high, because Hu Yang said: "Dele, as long as you work harder, you will be better, the teacher believes in you."

The next ones will naturally be Wangdui and the others in the first grade.

The multiplication formula is the focus of the inspection, and the result naturally makes Hu Yang very satisfied.

Even the most mischievous Wangdui no longer stumbles and carries his back.

"Student Wangdui, tell the teacher how you learned it? You learned it so quickly." Hu Yang asked.

He stood up a little shy, blushing and lowering his head in embarrassment.

"Wangdui, you are a boy, you should raise your head like an eagle in the snowy land, and share your learning experience loudly with teachers and classmates."

"I have a lot of sheep in my family. If I don't know how to count the legs of sheep, I found that this is really useful." The voice was still very small.

After all, in his opinion, this method is very low-level and rustic.

However, under the teacher's encouraging eyes and warm words, he gradually became fluent, talking about the process of learning the multiplication formula.

Hu Yang nodded his approval with a smile from time to time.

He really thinks that Wangdui has done a good job, not because of his method, but because he knows how to think and find solutions when encountering difficulties.

For an eight-year-old boy to think of such a way, it is already considered pretty good.

When I was young, didn't I do the same thing when calculating math problems?

3+4=? , 5+5=? , is not counting fingers.

Meet 7+9=?This kind of answer can only be obtained by counting the toes.

What if you encounter 11+12=?In this way, you have to ask others to "borrow" a few fingers for use.

As for mental arithmetic?What is that? For children, it is at the level of the heavenly book. It is better to have a few more fingers and toes.

"Very good, but the teacher remembers that your family sold some sheep not long ago, and now there should be 9 sheep left, and there are only 9 lamb legs. How did you learn 81X[-]=[-]? I remembered it from the very beginning. Is it?" Hu Yang asked.

"Teacher, no, I also have four legs. The lamb leg and my legs are enough." Wangdui said triumphantly.

He praises himself for being smart.

"Well, Wangdui, the teacher found that you are still very good. It seems that you have learned the leg of lamb that the teacher said, and you have learned it so well, which is really good."

"Then Tashi, Sam, do you have any questions or don't understand?"

Seeing the two of them looking at Wangdui with admiration.

I also heard Tashi muttering in a low voice, complaining that his father had sold all the sheep at home, so that he had no legs to count.

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