Reborn Cultural Empire

In the morning of autumn, the bright classroom is full of morning light, and the clouds are moving.

With the imminent ringing of the class bell, the uproar just now turned into a low-pitched discussion. Occasionally, there were one or two sounds of creaking and friction of tables and chairs, and the slap of pens falling on the ground, coming from downstairs The ringing of bicycle bells and the crisp metal of the bicycle stand.

There are also greetings from teachers who say hello to each other.

Most of the little girls who had just entered the classroom were pulled over by their girlfriends before they could even sit still and catch their breath.

But for Jiang Nan, even if this girl has such an unknown rebelliousness and ego in her heart, it is still a bit awkward to be seen through the beauty under the eyes of everyone.Now when I hear these various noises around me, I suddenly feel that these voices are sometimes far away in the sky and sometimes close in front of people, like a strange dream.

It wasn't until the class bell rang that the physics teacher Huang Guoyan stood up from his seat in a corner of the classroom, and the discussion turmoil in the class came to an abrupt end.

But as usual, Huang Guoyan, who has already started teaching under normal circumstances, paced back and forth in the classroom uncharacteristically today. When he passed by Yang Yi, he kept pressing down on his desk with his knuckles, The warning in it meant that the discussion that had disappeared suddenly showed signs of revival.

"Although I am not your class teacher, as your teacher, I still have to remind you that at this stage, your only way out is to study hard. You don't need to think about other things, and you don't have the qualifications to think too much!" In No. [-] High School, only students with outstanding science grades would call Huang Guoyan "Old Huang". For ordinary students who are difficult, the nickname "Imperial Army" sneaked under si is a good way to express their resentment towards this teacher's strictness.

Going up at the age of 65, in the teaching team, it should be the age to retire and live at home. However, in recent years, Yuezhou No. [-] High School has not cultivated successor academic leaders and key talents in physics teaching. With an aggressive posture, Huang Guoyan had no choice but to take it down reluctantly.

Therefore, this old teacher still has a certain right to speak in the school, and he is not a member of either Yu Pu or Gu Zheng. This detached attitude made some grade group leaders and him substitute teachers. The head teachers of his class were all very polite to him and refused to refute his face easily.

And in the third class, if you want to talk about the teacher who dislikes Yang Yi the most, besides the head teacher Hei Yue, Huang Guoyan is the No. , and Yu Pu's special assistant reminded He Yue several times, explicitly or implicitly, that Huang Guoyan was about to surpass He Yue and became the boy's most troublesome figure in school.

But he caught him again in the morning. This old teacher is the most rigid person, and now he is targeting him like this, which is not beyond Yang Yi's expectation.

"I won't say much. Anyway, what should be done and what should not be done, you'd better have a steelyard in your heart, don't wait until later to regret it later!" Huang Guoyan finished his instructions and returned to the podium On: "Leave 15 minutes now, you guys preview today's lesson, the second section of the law of conservation of mechanical energy."

In each class, part of the time is set aside for students to preview, while he corrects the homework of the previous day, and then aims to consolidate the omissions of the students - to continue with the new course.This unique teaching method of reviewing the past and learning the new is also Huang Guoyan's unique skill.Many other science teachers have also learned this old teaching routine, but the strange thing is that none of them can learn the essence of it.

In the hands of Huang Guoyan, the students are very adaptable to this teaching method, but if another person uses it, the results are always reflected poorly. This is one of the reasons why Huang Guoyan is irreplaceable in the first-level physics group.

So the students started their previews, and Yang Yi unsurprisingly took out a stack of manuscript paper, but this time he was not recalling the details of "The Tibetan Code" or "Fullmetal Alchemist" , but carefully conceived the plan for Yunzhong Bookstore.

In his previous life, he was not a professional marketing talent. The reason why he was able to shine in the sales campaign of "Cloud Desolation: Wandering in Kyushu" was to borrow the brilliance of those classic book marketing cases, such as how to attract consumers' attention, What an eye-catching and prominent selling point... Coupled with Rogo's full cooperation, this fairytale success was achieved.

But to enlarge a book into a book city of cultural Moore, Yang Yi, a marketing elite like Li Gui, can't help but feel that he is out of stock.Although he can still use the promotional plans he remembered from his previous life, but when it comes to handling and applying some details, he feels powerless.

So in the past few days, Yang Yi's entire attention was almost put on the plan. Even if some specific and small things couldn't be produced by himself, he had to ensure that there would be no accidents in the general direction.Only by choosing the right path at the strategic level can the people below be able to play with ease at the tactical level.

As for the high school courses, Yang Yi couldn't help forgetting them.

Jiang Nan, who was next to him, saw that the boy was "doing nothing" again, and his eyebrows, which were as clear as willow leaves in the wind, frowned slightly, full of helplessness. This was not the first time that such a situation had occurred, and It definitely won't be the last time, either.

She knew that the boy beside her had another identity outside of school.He was even vaguely worried about something because of the boy's identity—on the first day of school, Su Wan, who suddenly appeared like an ice elf, not only left an unforgettable impression on the boys, but also made an unforgettable impression on the boys. Jiang Nan was also unavoidably dazzled.

The changes in that cold girl seem to be thanks to the boy around her, and what she is doing seems to be inseparable from him. Every time I think of this, Jiang Nan forces himself to divert his attention. Don't think about the inexplicable question of why you didn't learn painting.

When did you become like this?The memories about this boy that came out suddenly when the summer solstice came this year are like brand new little threads, but I don't have the courage to break through everything to weave these threads into a beautiful green chun clothes.And the few words about him are just recorded in the notebook in my heart, full of them, but I can't say them out.

She didn't want to ask Yang Yi, even though the relationship between the two obviously seemed to break through the boundaries of friends, but Jiang Nan still didn't want to be inferior in front of the boy.

Every girl has her own reserve, and for the gentle Jiang Nan, this reserve is deeply imprinted in her bones.

So he just frowned, and tapped Yang's pile of physics textbooks with the pen to remind him.

Yang Yi, who was immersed in his own thoughts, was suddenly interrupted by Jiang Nan, and was a little dazed. Then, seeing the girl's slightly angry face, Yang Yi, who understood half of her thoughts, was a little touched, so he wrote on the draft paper. Write a series of Junyi running script.

——Not every effort will yield results, but every harvest must be worked hard. This is an unfair and irreversible proposition.

But if you know that the direction of your efforts is in the opposite direction, shouldn't you turn back as soon as possible?

When Jiang Nan saw Junxiu's handwriting on the paper, she didn't know what to say for a moment. She knew the boy's behind-the-scenes story better than others, but it was precisely because of this little knowledge that she faced There is no reason to refute this line of words.

Yang Yi is indeed a rare geek who is partial to subjects. In physics class, he can read those voluminous literature and theory books whose names make him dazzled at a glance, and can calmly hand in an unfinished chemistry test paper. You can let the Chinese teacher feel sorry for him and protect him nine times.And most importantly, he is already the author behind two popular national best-selling books, and he has earned money that many students may not earn in their entire lives...

So when the boy said that the direction he is going to work on is not in the classroom, shouldn't he agree?

But the more this happened, the less Jiang Nan was really worried about Yang Yi's studies in his heart. Instead, he felt a kind of uncontrollable boredom and loss—how gradually, gradually, did he look like a person from another distant world?

Is that sentence true?There are only so many positions around a person, and there are only so many things he can give. In this narrow circle, if some people want to come in, some people have to leave.

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"Yang Yi! What's the matter with your homework?" Huang Guoyan was really annoyed this time. The two students below not only did not listen to his previous warning, but also appeared that kind of Signs!

Most importantly, on the physics homework he just corrected, Yang Yi's scribbled Luan's handwriting clearly didn't look like it was done seriously. Where are there students who show off their cursive writing in physics homework?

But for Jiang Nan, he couldn't bear to say too much to criticize, not to mention that the girl's grades have been stable in the top three positions in the class, and the gap between the top two is only within ten. Huang Guoyan had no choice but to remind her politely by knocking on mountains and shaking tigers.

As for the Rotten Pimple Mountain, it was naturally Yang Yi.

"Answer my question, what do you write in your homework? What physics needs is rigor, not ghosts!" Huang Guoyan sat still on the podium, pressed his head, and stared out from the top of the glasses frame, looking The pressure is full.

And Wang Jing and Dai Tao, who are used to Yang Yi being regarded as a backward model in mathematics, physics and chemistry, gloated as always. It's unavoidable.