novelraw Chapter 315 Trying to Trick Me into Studying Again
Chapter 315 Trying to Trick Me into Studying Again
Chapter 315 Trying to Trick Me into Studying Again
"Okay, this classmate said it well!" Facing the grandson of a multi-million dollar Ninghai seafood boss, Ye Yifeng smiled broadly, "But you said I am a poor teacher who earns several thousand yuan a month. , I don’t agree with this. A private school called me and offered me an annual salary of one million to teach in their school. If I were willing, I could earn 1000 million in ten years. I shouldn’t be much worse than your grandfather. ?”
"Just brag, I believe you, you bastard teacher is very bad!" the boy snorted, "You're trying to trick me into studying again, so I won't be fooled!"
"To be honest, if you don't believe me, I can't help it." Ye Yifeng shrugged his shoulders, "Let's put it this way, classmate, tell me first, what's your name?"
"My name is Zhong Tianbao." The boy said proudly, "My grandfather said that I was a treasure given to him by the heavens, so he gave me such a name."
Ye Yifeng said: "Student Zhong Tianbao, right? In your opinion, whether reading is useful or not depends on whether it is worth money, right?"
"Yes." Zhong Tianbao nodded, "I won't believe you until you can prove that reading is valuable."
"Okay, if you don't believe that I'm so valuable, then I'll go online and search for a set of data for you." Ye Yifeng opened the class's multimedia, directly searched for a keyword: high salary, and a set of data popped up.
Expert professor at a certain hospital: annual salary 120 million;
Senior program engineer of a mobile phone company: annual salary of 150 million;
Editor-in-chief of a literary website: annual salary of 130 million;
A research center leads a team of scientists with an annual salary of 200 million...
Each of these experts, professors, scientists and engineers has a personal resume, which cannot be faked, even Zhong Tianbao can't deny it.
Ye Yifeng smiled and said, "Student Zhong Tianbao, do you still think that a high degree is useless?"
"This is an example." Zhong Tianbao snorted, "Ms. Ye, you can't take an example as a common phenomenon to prove that reading is useful."
"You say I'm an exception, but I think your grandfather is an exception." Ye Yifeng said, "People with high education, no matter how bad they are, they won't make a difference. But those brick-moving workers at the construction site are on the street from morning to night. Coolies, how many of them are highly educated? Students, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean occupational discrimination here, I just want everyone to know that a lot of books and a high degree of education are proportionally more than It is relatively easier to study less and have a lower education."
Zhong Tianbao was speechless for a long time, but felt that he was ashamed to be defeated like this, so he continued: "Mr. Ye, maybe what you said is right. But for me, as long as I am in school If you just graduated, you can live a good life by inheriting the family business when you grow up, why should I study?"
"Well, you're right. I didn't force you to study, and I don't like to force students to study." Ye Yifeng laughed, "But not everyone is as rich as your family, so you don't want to study is you But you can’t spread the theory that reading is useless in class, so that other students don’t study like you, can you?”
Zhong Tianbao was speechless by Ye Yifeng, then he hummed twice and went to sleep on the table.
After finishing Zhong Tianbao, Ye Yifeng thought he could relax a bit, but he didn't expect another girl to attack him: "Mr. Ye, I heard that as long as the students want to learn, you can teach anything?"
"That's right." Ye Yifeng smiled, "What do you want to learn?"
Ye Yifeng knew that these students must have investigated and understood him beforehand, so now he wanted to show him off.
Ye Yifeng's guess was correct, in fact, the students in this class didn't want to transfer to another school, but their family heard that there was a famous teacher who turned stone into gold in the tenth middle school, so they specially let these students transfer to the tenth middle school.
There is no way, their family members can't control them, and the school teachers can't control them. The family members want them to study hard to get into a good university, so they can only be regarded as living horse doctors and transferred here.
These students were resentful towards Ye Yifeng, so how could they think of ways to make things difficult for Ye Yifeng?
"I am a tenth-level piano player." A proud smile appeared on the girl's face. "The next step will be the master level. Do you think you can still guide me?"
"No problem!" Ye Yifeng said very calmly, "Why don't we go to the music room now, you play a song you haven't learned much, and I will guide you on the spot. If you still can't learn after I teach you, you can scold me I'm a liar."
Anyway, Ye Yifeng didn't plan to attend the first class. If he wanted to make these bastards obedient and study hard, he had to convince them first.
"Okay!" The other students were so excited when they heard that they didn't have to stay in the classroom for English class, "Let's go, let's go to the music room!"
Ye Yifeng led them to the music room. The other students were sitting below. This girl named He Wenwen sat in front of the piano next to the podium table and said to Ye Yifeng: "Ms. Ye, watch carefully, listen carefully, you must Just give me pointers!"
Obviously, He Wenwen was declaring war on Ye Yifeng.
Ye Yifeng smiled faintly: "Let's begin."
"Okay." He Wenwen played "Dream Wedding", which she was not proficient in. Although she could still hear the melody, it was intermittent and sounded particularly twisted.
He Wenwen finished playing, and seeing Ye Yifeng taking pictures with her mobile phone, without saying a word, she snorted coldly: "Ms. Ye, I finished playing, why didn't I listen to your advice once?"
Usually, if a piano learner is wrong, the teacher will correct it right away.
But now that He Wenwen finished playing, Ye Yifeng didn't say a word, she didn't doubt that Ye Yifeng was to blame.
"You have too many problems, let me tell you all at once." Ye Yifeng projected the video of He Wenwen's playing on the mobile phone to the multimedia whiteboard, and then started playing it.
Before it played for a few seconds, Ye Yifeng paused: "Classmate He Wenwen, your fingering here is wrong. You should lengthen your little finger to press the G key, but you actually use your middle finger to press it, which causes the key of your next note to change. Slowness creates stagnation..."
"And here, the fingering here is also wrong, you should be like this..."
"Also, are you sure there is no mistake here? I suggest you check the score..."
Ye Yifeng pointed out more than [-] mistakes to He Wenwen in one go, making He Wenwen blush.
But she had to admit that Ye Yifeng was right.
According to Ye Yifeng's instruction, He Wenwen played it again, and it was much smoother than the previous one.
"Amazing!"
"A famous teacher deserves to be a famous teacher, he really can play the piano!"
"The whole class admires the host's ability to guide the piano. There are 70 students in total, plus 700 points, and the total skill points are 7422 points."
Just when Ye Yifeng was very proud of receiving the points, He Wenwen, who had finished playing one piece, suddenly said: "Teacher Ye, come and play one for us to appreciate. I really want to see your superb piano skills. "
(End of this chapter)