Chapter 9 Class 7 Chinese I'm here to teach

  Because all the students in Class 7 knew that a new Chinese teacher would be coming to this class, before the bell rang, all the students in Class 7 had returned to their seats.

  Tang Yan stood up from the last row of the classroom, walked straight to the podium through the narrow aisle between the desks, under the puzzled gaze of all his classmates, and amidst the shock of Shuo Nanao's slightly open mouth. Tang Yan put down the textbook in his hand, raised his head high, puffed out his chest, and smiled as he swept his eyes across the room.

  "My name is Tang Yan, the 'Tang' of the Tang Dynasty and the 'Yan' of language." Tang Yan said with a loud voice, then turned around effortlessly, picked up the chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard in a flowing manner. Although brush calligraphy and chalk writing are different, all good calligraphy shares the same spirit, and Tang Yan was still confident about his chalk writing.

  "Remember this name, and remember me. From today on, the Chinese class of Class 7 will be taught by me." Tang Yan said to all the students of Class 7 in a tone imitating that of his master when teaching him how to read.

  Quiet.

  Dead silence.

  It was as if a fierce gun battle movie had been paused suddenly while it was playing.

  The students of Class 7 were all stunned.

  It's unclear who made a sound first, it seemed like the pen in hand had fallen to the ground, or perhaps someone burst out laughing.

  A brief silence was followed by a spectacular scene like a volcanic eruption, Tong Bing's previous guess was correct, Class 7, this special class, was detonated by Tang Yan's few words.

  "Hey, buddy, which class are you in? Why aren't you attending your own class and instead coming to our Class 7 to have fun?"

  "Haha, this kid is really funny, but his acting skills are pretty good, almost fooled me ---- Hey, I'm telling you, brother, with your acting skills, you might as well forget about school and go into the entertainment industry, who knows, maybe you'll even win an Oscar!"

  "Hey kid, hurry up and come down. Today isn't April Fool's Day, don't pretend it's real and make fools of us again. Do you believe I'll make you crawl out if you don't?"

  ……

  These were basically male classmates shouting, Tang Yan was wearing a Zhongshan suit, but that young face and they were not much different, how could there be such a young teacher? So they determined that Tang Yan was a student from another class, deliberately coming to Class 7 to cause trouble.

  The boys were on the verge of rioting, and the girls looked at each other in dismay. The eyes of the girls looking at Tang Yan were filled with doubt, and even Yan QiQi, who had previously talked to Tang Yan, looked at him with an incredulous expression - it was clear that none of the girls believed what Tang Yan said.

  "He looks quite handsome, but why is he doing things that are so annoying? Is it interesting for a student to pretend to be a teacher?"

  "You'd better be crazy if you want to be a teacher, Tang Yan? You might as well be called Tang Annoying."

  "Hey, Tang Yan, come down quickly, otherwise we'll call security to arrest you."

  ……

  The boys' 'riot' had not yet subsided, and the girls' whispers of discussion simultaneously spread throughout the class. In short, no student in Class 7 believed what Tang Yan said.

  Listening to the constant ridicule and questioning from the whole class, Tang Yan not only didn't flinch but instead became even more determined to conquer them. Moon Shifu said that they had an extraordinary obsession with Huaxia National Studies, and any new teacher who came to teach in Class 7 would have to go through their triple test. And now that he was standing there, they wouldn't even give him a chance to take the test. Tang Yan's ambition was as high as the sky, how could he be intimidated by these little brats? --- At this point, Tang Yan had already forgotten that he too was just a young brat of the same age as them.

  "As rapid as the wind; As gentle as a forest; Invasion like fire; Immovable like a mountain; Unfathomable like a deep pool; Motionless like a mountain, but when it moves, it is like thunder and lightning."

  Among them, "immovable as a mountain" is used to describe the soldiers' defense of their positions as stable as a mountain.

  Facing the ridicule and questioning of all the students in Class 7, Tang Yan chose to remain unmoved as a mountain.

  Tang Yan smiled, his body straight as a pen, his eyes soft and deep, scanning the students in the classroom one by one, not angry or upset, no matter how turbulent and restless you are, I stand still like a mountain.

  After a long time, the noisy seventh-grade students finally noticed Tang Yan's calmness. The person who discovered this began to wonder why Tang Yan was still standing on the platform. This thought couldn't be expressed in words, so the questioning voice disappeared.

  One student closed his mouth, and then another one did the same. Gradually, this strange silence spread throughout the room. The questioning voices disappeared, and the mocking sounds also vanished. The classroom returned to its former tranquility. Even the male classmates who had previously said they wanted to teach Tang Yan a lesson were now quietly sitting in their original seats. They weren't brainless thugs; once they noticed something was off about Tang Yan, they calmed down and wanted to see what he would do next.

  Or maybe ----- he is really a language teacher?

  "Why didn't you continue?" Tang Yan asked with a smile, his expression unchanged, as if the verbal storm just now had no effect on him.

  "This time, no one answered Tang Yan's question. They were all waiting for him to continue speaking, wanting to see what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd."

  "It seems that you should remember my name now, it was shouted quite enthusiastically just now." Tang Yan smiled slyly----This sentence is not wrong at all, after the explosion of Class 7 students earlier, those verbal doubts were aimed at Tang Yan and fired, before launching 'cannonballs', they naturally had to shout his name, so now the students in Class 7 really remembered Tang Yan's name, and the impression was extremely deep.

  "First of all, I'd like to reiterate my identity once again." Tang Yan still maintained the smile on his face. "I, from today onwards, am your language teacher. If anyone questions my identity, please go out and confirm with the school leaders. If anyone questions my academic qualifications, please stand up now."

  Silence.

  The same silence as when Tang Yan first said he was a language teacher.

  One second, no one stood up.

  Two seconds passed, and still no one stood up.

  Three seconds, Tang Yan's eyes showed a hint of disappointment. He thought that at this time, this class obsessed with Chinese studies should have someone stand up. Moon teacher said they yearned for a real language teacher, said they were willing to fight with the teacher over questions for the sake of true learning-----but why didn't they stand up now?

  Just now they were so outspoken, but at that time the questioning was only aimed at their teacher identity. Now that they have clearly stated their identity and can be verified by the school leaders, why don't they stand up to question their own knowledge?

  Ten seconds passed, and the students of Class 7 were still in a daze, unable to recover from their silence. Tang Yan's disappointment grew even more intense. He hadn't revealed any knowledge of national studies yet, but he was already giving them an opportunity to question him. He wanted to use their doubts as a chance to counterattack, turning defense into offense, and using battle to stop the war. Only by doing so could he truly conquer Class 7 and pass on the legacy of Huaxia's national studies that his master had taught him.

  Tang Yan even wanted to roar at all the students in Class 7: Why haven't you stood up yet? Even if it's just one person!

  Clang----

  It was as if someone had heard Tang Yan's silent roar of anger, and the sound of a desk being knocked open by someone in the back row of the classroom suddenly rang out.

  "If you want to be our teacher, show us your real ability." A low voice of a boy sounded immediately after, not loud but echoing throughout the strange silence.

  Tang Yan felt slightly comforted in his heart, finally someone stood up for him.

  Tang Yan and the students of Class 7 looked towards the back row of the classroom, where they saw a male student who had stood up with a slightly pale face, but his eyes were firm and unwavering as he stared forward, refusing to back down or retreat, matching Tang Yan's aura.

  When the students found out that the person standing up was actually the representative of Class 7's Chinese class, Wang Hao, who was known as a super academic overachiever by his classmates, his eyes immediately sparkled with excitement. It was well-known that every time they fought against their new teacher, Wang Hao was always at the forefront of the battle. Although he looked somewhat weak, his knowledge of classical Chinese literature was unparalleled in Class 7. If it weren't for his extreme bias towards academics, he would have been recruited by either Class 1 or Class 2, both of which were experimental classes.

  "What's your name?" Tang Yan asked with a smile, nodding at Wang Hao.

  His name is Wang Hao Wen, he is our class 7 language representative. Someone answered on behalf of Wang Hao Wen.

  "He is our class's super academic ace." Another classmate added a knife.

  "My name is Wang Hao Wen." Although his classmates had already said their names, Wang Hao Wen still repeated it once more, because this was the most basic respect.

  "Alright, Wang Haoqian, please repeat what you just said, a bit louder." Tang Yan said.

  "If you want to be our teacher, show us your corresponding strength." Wang Hao asked without hesitation, shouting loudly. When he decided to stand up, he was already prepared for battle.

  "Alright, then let's have a duel between men of letters." Tang Yan said with an unusually serious expression, one that rarely appeared on his face.

  The whole class started discussing again, and it was clear that everyone was looking forward to the next round of verbal sparring.

  "I had heard about the rules of Class 7 testing new teachers before, so I'm willing to follow local customs. Wang Hao asked his classmates, 'You represent Class 7 and ask me three questions. If I can't answer them, I'll leave immediately.'" Tang Yan continued, his tone gentle, instantly winning over many female classmates.

  "Alright, I'll ask the questions, you set the scope." Wang Hao said, since Tang Yan was so easy to talk to, he also wanted to return the favor and proactively handed over the scope of the questions to Tang Yan----in fact, this was also a kind of probe, if Tang Yan limited the scope of the questions to a certain level, then he would have already lost half the battle.

  "No restrictions, ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, as long as it's related to literature, ask me anything." Tang Yan's eyes were deep and profound, his sword-like eyebrows flying high, and Wang Hao's carefully dug pit was directly jumped over by him.

  "Seven classes of students stared in shock - This guy is too arrogant, isn't he?"

  Wang Hao's expression became somewhat solemn, as he found that when Tang Yan said this sentence, his whole body emitted an aura of "I'm the only one who knows", just like he really knew everything, no matter what Wang asked him, he could answer it----The chess player meets a worthy opponent, and Wang Hao's confidence suddenly relaxed.

  "When the plum blossoms burst forth in the dawn wind, snow piles up all over the four mountains. Where can one transform into thousands of millions? One tree of plum blossoms and one old man letting go." Wang Hao asked after a brief silence, facing the whole class, recited a rather obscure poem, "May I ask whose poem this is? Can you recite another one of his poems?"