84: 084 Turned over!
84: 084 Turned over!
The recitation of “Leisure and Fun Record” was scheduled for Monday morning’s self-study period.
Emperor Yang sat in front of the podium; he had been with Class 19 for two and a half years and was well experienced with these small, grade-organized quizzes.
He always began by flipping open a book as a decoy, holding a pen in his hand and pretending to write and doodle on the pages.
Once the students had sufficiently relaxed, he would suddenly look up.
It worked on the sa principle as “Statues”.
Usually under these circumstances, each ti he looked up he would catch three or four students cheating.
And today’s recitation being “Leisure and Fun Record” made cheating even more convenient, likely yielding a larger haul.
He hunched over the book for a while, then, as usual, suddenly looked up, directing his gaze towards the usual cheaters.
Surprisingly, within his field of vision, all the students were obediently bowing their heads, their arms resting on the desk, diligently writing.
Emperor Yang scratched his head.
What was going on?
Although last week the students had been very active in class, not cheating during a classical Chinese recitation wasn’t their style.
Emperor Yang simply stopped sitting at the podium and began walking between the rows.
After two rounds, he finally caught Zou Wu at the back row by the window, lifting his arm repeatedly, writing for a while, then looking at his arm.
If this wasn’t cheating, what was?
Emperor Yang took three steps in two strides, teleporting to his side, grabbing the frequently observed arm, and raising an eyebrow, “Kid, have you upgraded?
Instead of copying classical Chinese onto your arm, wouldn’t morizing it be better?”
Zou Wu was startled by him and even more indignant than him, “Brother Yang, why?
Who’s cheating?
This classical Chinese is so simple; is it worth cheating?
What if you scare into forgetting, can you take responsibility?”
Seeing him speak so confidently, Emperor Yang skeptically twisted his wrist to take a look.
The result…
Zou Wu’s arm was clean except for two mosquito bites.
Emperor Yang silently put his arm back as if nothing had happened.
Looking at the aggrieved Zou Wu, then at Xia Ye on the other side, who was determinedly writing crooked characters with his left hand, demonstrating what “indomitable spirit” ans.
The children were clearly trying so hard.
It seed he was overly suspicious!
After the morning self-study, the Chinese teachers collected the completed recitations of their students and returned to the office.
The process was this: the Chinese teachers had one class period to correct the recitations of their classes.
Then, the head of the Chinese departnt would hold a eting to summarize the recitation performance of the students under each teacher.
Classes whose recitation completeness and accuracy were high would naturally be praised; otherwise…
The process was personally announced by Gao Jingyi, the departnt head, who particularly looked at Emperor Yang when ntioning this.
Gao Jingyi was also a grade one Chinese teacher.
Before Zhao Yuhuan went to class, she glanced at her specifically.
This was a common code among teachers.
Gao Jingyi nodded at her reassuringly.
The aning was clear: don’t worry, our class did well on the test.
Zhao Yuhuan smiled proudly, then raised her voice, “I think that the class that did the best on the recitation should let their teacher speak up a bit—don’t be so modest.
Tell us how you teach on a regular basis and share so tips with the other teachers.”
The other Chinese teachers exchanged glances, knowing full well Zhao Yuhuan was joking about her own class’s teachers—as everyone knew, when it ca down to it, grade one would surely erge as the best.
And in their classes, there were hardly any who had filled an entire page, with most students only morizing four or five paragraphs.
How could they compare with grade one?
The teachers looked at each other and shared a resigned smile.
Yet they were unaware that in the office’s farthest corner, the typically silent Emperor Yang was at that mont holding a thick stack of fully written classical Chinese recitations, his heartbeat secretly accelerating…
It seed he might unexpectedly be used as an excellent example and share techniques with the other teachers!
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