Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 24 Classwork

Zhicheng Middle School, in the office of the second grade teacher.

There is still some time before class starts, and all the gentlemen are preparing for their own lessons.

There is a young man wearing metal-rimmed glasses in the corner. He is burying his head and staring at a booklet in front of him attentively. Another pen has already filled the white paper with writing.

"Mr. Miao, are you still doing this Mathematical Olympiad question?"

A kind old man with narrowed eyes came over, holding a cup of tea in his hand, just like a retired old man.

"Mr. Lin, there is still a gap between high school teaching and theoretical research. I think I, a master studying abroad, can't even solve a Mathematical Olympiad question." Miao Xing sighed and rubbed his somewhat messy head.

Miao Xing was used to being arrogant, so he was kinder in front of Lin Fangyuan, the director of the arithmetic department.

Lin Fangyuan patted Miao Xing on the shoulder and comforted: "It's just a Mathematical Olympiad question. Compared with the international mathematics competition, the current teaching situation of our school is more worrying!"

When he said this, it was like opening up a conversation box, and the gentlemen in the office immediately started talking.

"The physical education is not as good as No. 3 Middle School, and the cultural classes are not as good as No. 2 Middle School. If this continues, the Ministry of Education will reduce our school's budget."

For you gentlemen, the budget represents the salary level to some extent, and you cannot help but ignore it.

"It's true, it's true. Although our school's final grade for the second year of high school ranked first in the city last year, the average score was only a little over 0.00. However, the results of the city's No. 2 Middle School are getting better and better."

"That's just an average score. You have forgotten that last year, we ranked first in the city's joint entrance examination and went to No. 2 middle school, while our school failed to gain any place in the top three. It is sad."

"Look what you said, they are just the top students. Doesn't this just mean that our school treats all students equally and does not ignore the underachievers." Seeing several gentlemen spreading pessimistic attitudes, one younger gentleman couldn't stand it and couldn't stand it. He kept talking.

"A woman's opinion! A woman's opinion! Top students, top students, the government only wants top students. Only by allowing these people to study abroad can our country have hope." A gentleman who looked like an old scholar patted the table and said.

At this time, Yang Yan walked in with a few brochures in his hand and a smile on his face.

Yang Yan, who has always been selfless, actually smiled today? This can't help but make the gentlemen curious.

"Hey, isn't this the newly promoted dean, Director Yang Yanyang? Do you have anything happy to share with you all?" Lin Fangyuan is very senior here, so he speaks more casually.

"Hey, Mr. Lin, please don't dismiss me. Isn't this a poor student who has been working hard? The purpose of teaching and educating people is that students can make progress. The return of the prodigal son is worthy of celebration!"

Yang Yan waved the homework in his hand, and the face he had just kept in the classroom was now obviously relaxed.

This suddenly touches on the hot topic that everyone was talking about just now.

The gentleman who looked like an old scholar was called Chen Shidao. He was one of the last batch of scholars in the late Qing Dynasty. He later completely abandoned the Four Books and Five Classics and studied foreign studies. Although he had no experience of studying abroad, his teaching qualifications were first-class, and even His admiration for foreign learning is higher than that of other gentlemen.

He came over to take the homework from Yang Yan's hand and took a look, but the name on the cover made him frown.

"Bao Guowei?"

"Hey? Bao Guowei, I know this student. I taught him arithmetic last year. His family was poor but he didn't have any skills. He was left two grades. I heard that my father borrowed money to pay for the tuition. It's useless. There is no cure.”

Another gentleman commented.

Chen Shidao didn't even open the homework, but handed it back to Yang Yan and said, "Mr. Yang, please listen to my advice and don't waste your energy on such a backward student. Besides, this person has bad character."

Yang Yan didn't refute, just said in a daze.

"Look at some more, look at some more."

Then Yang Yan put a few mathematics homework books in front of Miao Xing and said, "Mr. Miao, do you want to take a look at the arithmetic homework for this school year?"

He is the head teacher, and teachers in various subjects need to coordinate. Students only know that he is selfless in teaching, but in fact he is a very kind-hearted person in life.

Miao Xing frowned, sighed and said, "It's okay not to read an assignment of this difficulty."

"I said earlier that today's arithmetic teaching is really too backward. How can students with such a level of academic performance make progress? But the old guys in the teaching and research team just don't listen."

When talking about this, Liao Xing became a little angry and complained at length, showing his true character as an angry young man.

Yang Yan was just a Chinese teacher and had never known anything about arithmetic, so he could only shake his head helplessly. By the time everyone left the office and classroom, Miao Xing was still immersed in writing and calculating on his desk.

"This Mathematical Olympiad problem is really difficult. Give me some time and I will be able to solve it."

He said to himself.

"Pretentious."

"I don't know what to do with it."

From time to time there were mutterings in the classroom, but Bao Guowei laughed it off and did not investigate who was saying this.

This is a difficult thing to punish. Those people gossip behind their backs, but if you confront them face to face, they will spread their arms and say that you heard wrong.

Bao Guowei, who was severely beaten by society before time travel, has already developed the Qi-nurturing Kung Fu that is not affected by other people's words. How can he argue with villains? Just a waste of time.

He finished all the exercises on his own, and the next class was arithmetic class. I heard that this teacher was an extremely arrogant person.

It’s better to go through it yourself, so that you have a good idea.

At this time, a fiery figure rushed in from outside the classroom. He sat down on the chair and started the car with a loud bang. Anyone next to him received a look of disdain without being frightened at all.

"Hey Bao Guowei, good news, good news, that's it. Mr. Yao said that you can try to participate in the school team's training during the activity time this afternoon."

Wei Junming said with joy.

"I will definitely go in the afternoon. I have to thank you for what happened just now." Bao Guowei showed a smile on his face. Although this Wei Junming is a bit pushy, his carefree and sincere temperament makes people feel comfortable to interact with. Compared with people like Guo Chun Much better.

"Don't be modest. From what you said last time, I know you must have something in your stomach." Wei Junming continued before he could wipe off his sweat. "How do you operate the defensive position and one-handed shooting you mentioned last time, and what is a rebound?"

Bao Guowei briefly introduced some theoretical knowledge of basketball in later generations, but the latter was obviously completely confused.

"I don't understand, I don't understand. You're talking like it's textbook knowledge."

"We will know in the actual combat in the afternoon."

Bao Guowei knew that basketball technology was still in its infancy at that time. Even the domestic professional basketball association would not be established until next year, in 1931. Joining the Olympics would have to be the 1936 Berlin Olympics.

He was determined to give these people some basketball skills that would shock them for generations to come.

At this time, it was already more than ten minutes after class time. Mr. Miao Xing, the arithmetic teacher, hurried in from outside the door. He was still holding a book with an English cover in his hand. He would glance at it from time to time and mutter something in his mouth. What.

As soon as he entered the classroom, all the students fell silent, and someone whispered softly below.

"Miao Xing, it's Miao Xing. The questions he gives are notoriously difficult in the school, and he has a habit of being unkind."

The students who heard the specific information immediately sat upright, fearing that they would attract the attention of this gentleman.

After a pause, Miao Xing took a few breaths and then spoke slowly on the podium.

"I won't read your winter vacation homework. I didn't agree with such a simple arithmetic problem before. This is part of junior high school and elementary school in Germany. I hope you won't start to be complacent just because you solved this problem."

Miao Xing didn't say much, and most of his words were to persuade students to forge ahead. This is also a routine for every teacher at the beginning of the school year.

But after saying these words, he paused suddenly, took out a package of test papers from his arms, and showed a slight smile on his face.

"Now put your thoughts back. Where is the study committee member? Take this stack of test papers and hand them out."

"Ah~" The students in the audience suddenly cried out.

"No, right? There's a test in the first class?"

I don’t know who couldn’t help but complain.

(End of this chapter)