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Chen Xuan left the classroom and went to the cafeteria to eat.

After he left, the classroom was barred from entering.

Principal Zhou invited someone to take down the blackboard carefully.

"Principal, where do you put this blackboard?"

"Send it to my office first, cover it with a step, and I will find someone to frame it."

After all, the poem is still on the blackboard, and the best way to get it down is to cut it off directly with the blackboard.

Fortunately, when Chen Xuan wrote, the format was very standard, even a little bit beyond the standard.

It can be used as a model for poetry.

He took someone here and sent the blackboard to his office.

Along the way, many students watched the news and rushed over here.

I saw the blackboard halfway, but it was covered with a layer of cloth.

This is because Principal Zhou is worried about being touched by someone on the road, or something else has damaged the font.

After all, it's the characters on which the chalk falls, which will affect it somewhat.

"That seems to be the poem written by Brother Chen."

"I read the original text on the Internet, it is a poem to encourage learning."

"The key is not to rhyme for the sake of rhyming. Whether it is the structure of the poem or the content of the poem, it is very old-fashioned."

"I regret that I was dead. I wanted to listen to Brother Chen's class, but I slept."

"Me too, alas, it's useless to regret now."

"There will be no chance in the future. Chen's class is probably only one time."

Everyone regretted it.

This class can be described in two words, but they just missed it.

Even those netizens watched the live broadcast anyway.

They were not able to get the moon when they were near the water.

"Students, don't watch."

As Principal Zhou walked, he smiled and said to the students who came around: "Let's go back to the blackboard and it will be hung in the library. When that happens, you can come to the library anytime and anywhere if you are interested."

He walked all the way and shouted, it was not a long way, but he walked for half an hour.

On the way, he also asked someone to find a framing craftsman who paid a lot of money.

He sat at the table, took a sip from his teacup, and looked at the smiling teachers and professors whose mouths were almost crooked. He said in a huff: "Who still has an opinion on Xiao Chen as a teacher?"

"No comment, no comment."

"Principal, you know me, I have no objection from the beginning."

"If you know that Mr. Chen's teaching level is such a high level, who can have an opinion? Let me say, it is better to open an open class for Mr. Chen. I have just walked along the way, and I heard many students feel very sorry."

"Open class...I think it's feasible."

"I also think it's feasible."

These professors and teachers nodded one after another.

He was not allowed to be a teacher before, mainly because of this concern.

First, whether he is capable of giving lectures.

Secondly, what class should I teach?

And now, all of this has results.

Zhou Chengli nodded and said, "I'll discuss this matter with Teacher Chen later."

With Chen Xuan's performance today, let him open a one-month public class, and no one will say anything.

"Principal, Mr. Chen 28 will open an open class. We will discuss it later. The most important thing now is to copy this poem and warnings."

"Yes, yes, you can transcribe it first, and you can't delay it."

Principal Zhou nodded in agreement.

He originally invited Chen Xuan to teach at Magic University, which was selfish.

I just want to take advantage of Chen Xuan's reputation to let more people know their Magic University.

As a double top university, Mordu University has no shortage of students.

But he still hopes that more scholars will pay attention to Mordu University.

Rather than saying that every year, the top scholar in every place is poached by Peking University and Tsinghua University.

Even if the first-tier champions can't be dug out, they were very popular that time the first-tier champion was the second best player.

However, he also understands that even if the school's reputation is beaten by Chen Xuan alone, it is also reputation.

What really matters is the quality of the school, the number of professors, and the overall level.

However, external things can also influence the factors that students evaluate a school.

For example, Chen Xuan wrote this poem today!

"Transcription is also a technical job." Principal Zhou thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "Does our college offer an elective course of calligraphy?"

"No……"

Calligraphy is a niche among the niche, and Magic University is second only to Peking University and Tsinghua University. It is of little significance to offer such courses.

"There are related clubs." A teacher said: "Otherwise, I will let people from the club come over?"

"Farewell." Principal Zhou shook his head: "Well, let's ask someone to come and frame the frame first. I'll figure out how to copy things."

He has no contact with the calligraphy world, but he suddenly remembered that Teacher Qian's husband seems to be a member of the Calligraphy Association.

When Qian Yanhong received the call, she was having lunch with her husband in the hospital.

"Principal Zhou? My husband came to review the body today, there is nothing serious, oh, this matter, I will help you ask."

Qian Yanhong put down the phone and asked, "Lao Yu, President Zhou would like to ask you to write a word."

"I'm half of the standard." Yu Qianhe laughed, and immediately asked: "What do you want to write?"

Qian Yanhong said: "Encourage learning poems."

"Persuading to learn poems?" Yu Qian and his smile narrowed, and asked: "The persuading poems that Teacher Chen wrote today?""right."

"Can't write." Yu Qianhe shook his head, and refused without thinking.

Qian Yanhong was a little puzzled: "Lao Yu..."

"Call me." Yu Qianhe sighed, took his cell phone and said, "Principal Zhou, I can't help with this, I'm sorry."

"Mr. Yu, why is this?"

"My level, you let me write, it depends on my joke."

"Mr. Yu, I didn't mean that..."

"I know you didn't mean that." Yu Qian said peacefully, "But this is an objective fact. If I write it and spread it out, I will not be the only one who will be laughed at by the time, and even the University of Obsessed City will also be laughed at."

Zhou Chengli didn't know much about calligraphy, but he could still hear that Yu Qian and his words were not humble.

For a calligrapher, writing is very important, and what words to write is more important.

If you can receive the official invitation of the University of Magic to copy the persuasive poems, this in itself is a matter of honor.

But he refused.

"Principal Zhou, don't worry about this matter, I will help you ask, if there is a result, I will contact you again, what do you think?"

"Then trouble Mr. Yu."

"Good things."

Hanging up the phone, Qian Yanhong was puzzled: "Why did you refuse? Don't you like this poem very much, too?"

Yu Qian and a wry smile: "I am at this level, and writing it is just a laughing stock."

He shook his phone: "Lao Tao called me just now and said he was coming over in a while. Guess why he was looking for me?"

"See Chen Xuan?"

"Yes." Yu Qian said peacefully: "He wanted to visit Chen Xuan, but to meet him rashly, it was too abrupt, so he wanted to introduce him through your relationship."

Qian Yanhong seemed to suddenly understand why her husband rejected President Zhou, probably because she was afraid of embarrassment in front of Chen Xuan.

"Chen Xuan's words, are they really so good?"

"I think it's good." Yu Qian said peacefully: "Looking at it now, Lao Tao also thinks it's good. That's really good."

...

...

After lunch, Chen Xuan returned to the dormitory.

He leaned back on the chair, swiping his phone, watching the movement caused by the poem.

About four o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Xuan received a call from Principal Zhou.

"Ms. Chen, are you in the dormitory?"

"exist."

"Have you eaten yet? Come out and have some food together. I happen to have something to discuss with you."

Arranged a good time and place, Chen Xuan took the rhubarb and went out.

Principal Zhou usually eats in the school cafeteria, the cafeteria environment is also good, and there are boxes.

The place where they met was the cafeteria, and Chen Xuan found out that in addition to President Zhou, there were several other professors and teachers.

However, Chen Xuan is not familiar with these people. Principal Zhou introduced them to him one by one.

Everyone sat down, and the food was on the table one by one.

Zhou Chengli said: "Teacher Chen, I invite you over today, mainly because there is something, I want to ask for your opinion."

"Principal Zhou, you said."

"That's right, we plan to give you an open class. You can decide the frequency of the class and the course yourself. What do you think?"

The most critical step here is actually not Chen Xuan, but Qian Yanhong.

Before confirming this matter, he specifically contacted Qian Yanhong again.

Because Chen Xuan opened an open class, it was also related to ancient poetry.

As a niche course, Qian Yanhong already has one, and another one will definitely have an impact.

And Chen Xuan's performance, to be honest, was a bit dazzling.

It's a bit of a blow to everyone.

Therefore, Qian Yanhong's attitude is more important.

Qian Yanhong was rehired at the beginning, and everyone has retired and enjoyed their twilight years. They rehired them.

Since the re-employment is here, you must take care of the other's emotions.

Principal Zhou has also considered it carefully. If Qian Yanhong feels that it is not very good, then the public classes related to ancient poetry will definitely not be able to continue.

However, Teacher Qian Yanhong was very broad-minded. After receiving the call and learning the specific situation, he responded with one bite, and didn't feel that this would have any impact on him.

"Chen Xuan is about to start class?" Wu Tong was a little surprised.

Jiang Ting didn't know very well: "Can the instructor start a class?"

"Yes." Teacher Song said, "It's just that this situation is relatively rare. Before Mordu University, Chen Xuan was positioned as a counselor. He should be worried that Chen Xuan has no experience in teaching and teaching, and he is afraid of delaying students. But today Chen Chen Xuan's performance also allowed them to let go of this worry."

"Chen Ge Niu Bian, I thought he would have to continue this month as a counselor."

"Predict in advance that Chen's public class is estimated to become the most popular course at Mordu University."

"Can those from other schools listen to it?"

"You can listen to the live broadcast, why go to school?"

"The experience is different."

Chen Xuan was slightly startled, he was all ready for the next mixed eating and waiting to die.

Unexpectedly, such a big surprise came suddenly.

He nodded without hesitation: "I have no opinion."

"That's good."

Principal Zhou smiled and said, "For specific courses, you can think about it slowly these days, and if you think about it, call Director Wu, and he will arrange the classroom and publicity issues for you."

Director Wu is a fat man in his forties. He handed over a business card: "Teacher Chen, this is my business card. You keep it. If the course and time are set, you can just call me."

"Hey, good, thank you." Chen Xuan also used honorifics.

A meal was almost eaten, everyone dispersed, Chen Xuan took rhubarb back to the dormitory.

After returning, he took out his pen and paper and began to think about the public class.

Generally speaking, some teachers will set a specific category, from shallow to deep, say something every day.

What you say depends on what you learn.

But this is not very friendly to Chen Xuan.

As a gold-medal teacher, he can't see any partial subjects.

Therefore, which one to choose has become a more difficult thing for him.

"Otherwise, change the same every day?"

With such an idea in his mind, he took out his cell phone and called Director Wu.

When calling, avoid drones.

"Hey, Teacher Chen."

"Director Wu, I want to ask, in terms of courses, is it necessary to fix a certain subject?"

"Huh?" Director Wu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't understand what Chen Xuan wanted to express.

After a while, he said uncertainly: "Mr. Chen, what do you mean?"

Chen Xuan said: "I want to open a few more courses and change them every day."

"This..." Director Wu asked: "For example?"

"Small languages, mathematics, calligraphy... well, just think of these for the time being."

Director Wu pondered for a few seconds and said: "The school has no specific regulations on this aspect. If you do have a very professional understanding of these subjects, then there is no problem."

"Ms. Chen, have you minored in these subjects?"

Chen Xuan heard a hint of worry in his tone and said, "Dr. Wu, don't worry, the professionalism of these subjects is about the same as my professionalism in ancient poetry."

Hearing this, Director Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

"What about the time?"

"Tomorrow."

"I'll arrange it for you at 9:30 in the morning, what do you think?"

"Can."

"Okay, then I will fix the time first and upload the course to the website later. The lecture room I will arrange for you is the 622 large classroom in the Twin Towers, which can accommodate up to 1,000 people. If you sit on the ground, you can squeeze about 2,000. People."

"OK."

"Ms. Chen, what is the main topic of the first course?"

"Calligraphy."

Director Wu pondered for two seconds and said, "Let’s do it, Teacher Chen, you can log in to the website with your work permit number, and I will give you permission to open it. In this case, you can choose what courses you want to open every day and the description of the courses. Come decide, what do you think of Teacher Chen?"

It was not that he was troublesome, but that he suddenly discovered that some things are not easy to communicate on the phone.

There are a lot of things that need to be prepared in the early stage of an open class.

If Chen Xuan decides on a specific subject, that's nothing.

But the problem is, according to Chen Xuan's statement, a subject has to be changed every few days.

Then every time you change a subject, you must update the relevant course information.

These are no longer cumbersome, but require repeated communication.

He was also worried that the communication was not in place, and he was uncomfortable on both sides.

Instead of that, it is better to give him the permission directly and let him do it himself.

"Good." Chen Xuan also thinks this is good.

After a while, Director Wu gave him permission.

Chen Xuan went back to the bedroom and turned on the computer to enter the background.

It took him two minutes to get acquainted with the backend of the website.

Then start to fill in the relevant information.

Looking at the subject of the course, Chen Xuan didn't even think about it, so he wrote calligraphy directly.

Course details: Zheng, Cao, Li, Seal, Xing, pure Daxia calligraphy, a certain foundation is required.

Lecture teacher: Chen Xuan.

Time: 9:30 a.m. on Wednesday.

Location: Lecture Room 622, Twin Towers.

After Chen Xuan clicked OK, he saw a line of words below.

"A total of 5,000 places are open for this course, and 0 people have taken it."

"5000..." Chen Xuan grinds his teeth: "Could it be too much?"

It's past seven o'clock, how can so many people sign up?

Only then did he realize that he shouldn't be so anxious, he had known that he should move the time back one day.

But after thinking about it, forget it, stop harassing Director Wu.

He turned off the computer, got up and walked out: "Rhubarb, go."

"Wow~" Rhubarb: Where to go?

"Buy something."

Tomorrow will be his first public class in the true sense, and it will be a calligraphy class.

The corresponding courses must be prepared accordingly.

The most important thing in the ancient poetry class is the understanding of ancient poetry, which is the main content.

In calligraphy class, calligraphy is the main content.

But calligraphy cannot be taught in place by language alone. The simplest and rude way is to write it directly, so that students can feel the charm of calligraphy in the most intuitive way.

Therefore, Chen Xuan had to buy a set of four treasures of the study room to prepare for tomorrow's course.

...

...Female dormitory, a freshman, turned on the computer, found the elective registration system, clicked in, and turned the page somewhat.

"Oh, so tangled."

The girl pouted: "Yinyin, what minor class do you think I should take?"

"Isn't it just you? Anyway, choose what you like."

"But I don't like it either."

A few roommates rolled their eyes, which was very difficult.

"Yeah!" Suddenly, the girl whispered.

The roommate said: "What's wrong? Have you found one you like?"

"I'll just say, so many classes, how can you not be interested in any of them."

"No, no." The girl swallowed and said, "Am I dazzled? I seem to have seen Brother Chen's open class. Yinyin, come over and help me see."

"Brother Chen? What Brother Chen?"

"That's Brother Chen! Chen Xuan, Brother Chen, Teacher Chen!"

"Ah! Teacher Chen!"

"real or fake?"

"Let me see."

A few girls rushed forward, heads leaning in front of the computer.

Then I saw the specific content of this class.

Calligraphy.

Teacher: Chen Xuan.

Look at the teacher's photo again, it's Chen Xuan, it's really him!

"Ahhhhh, it's really Brother Chen!"

"Quickly, sign up for me!"

"I want to take an elective course too!"

"Hurry up, don't run out of places for a while."

Several girls were anxious and took out their computers or mobile phones, found Chen Xuan's class, and clicked OK immediately.

A few minutes later, a few girls looked at the feedback page on the computer. They were relieved and were very happy: "It turned out to be Teacher Chen's class!"

"I only heard today that I would start a class for Teacher Chen, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

"Yes, yes."

"This is the course... it seems a bit unpopular."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, as long as Teacher Chen is there, I have to listen to unpopular classes."

"Hey, I just discovered that there are 5,000 places in Teacher Chen's open classes, which is a lot."

"But currently there are fewer than ten candidates?"

"I don't even know it yet."

"I'll talk to them in the group."

A girl directly dumped the link and screenshot: "Tomorrow there will be an open class for Teacher Chen."

"I'm making it together, it's really Teacher Chen!"

"My Brother Chen started class again?"

"It's amazing, there is no publicity."

"I have signed up, I will go there early to grab a seat tomorrow."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Xuan bought the Four Treasures of the Study at the stationery shop outside the school.

"Good fellow, I wondered, how come Brother Chen bought this stuff well, it turns out there will be his class tomorrow!"

"There will be another class tomorrow? What class?"

"Calligraphy class, it's all on hot search, don't you know?"

"Damn, I saw it!"

"5000 elective places are really outrageous. Normal elective courses only have 700 or 800 places, right?"

"It's not necessarily. Anyway, our school has 2,000 places, but I have never seen 5,000 places."

"Don't look, the five thousand places have already been selected."

"Brother Chen is Brother Chen, so five thousand places are so special that he can be selected, he is simply not a human being."

"I took a look. The elective place was opened at seven o'clock, and the place was finished at 7:31..."

"Thirty-one minutes, five thousand places, not a lot."

"That was no publicity, no one knew it at first, but it was spread out later and everyone knew it. Otherwise, how do you think this hot search came about?"

Chen Xuan returned to the dormitory with his things, turned on the computer and refreshed it.

At first glance, all the places have been selected.

He was stunned, and immediately looked at the live broadcast room to understand what had happened.

He still underestimated his appeal.

"For the sake of face, I can't disappoint you too much tomorrow."

Chen Xuan looked at the Four Treasures of the Study that he had prepared, and his heart was full of enthusiasm.

On the other side, in the hospital.

Yu Qianhe was already ready to rest, and the mobile phone placed aside suddenly buzzed and vibrated.

He thought it was his wife, but when he picked it up, it turned out to be Tao Yuan.

"Hey, Lao Tao, what's the matter?"

"Hurry up and leave the hospital. Tomorrow and I will go to Mordu University."

"Hey, I said you, don't you think of me as a person? I'm still sick!" Yu Qianhe was angry and laughed: "Didn't I tell you, when I am discharged from the hospital, I will take you to meet Chen again." Xuan."

"That's not the case." Tao Yuan said, "Chen Xuan will have an open class tomorrow, calligraphy open class! At 9:30 in the morning, I would like to ask you to participate?"

Yu Qianhe was taken aback, and immediately said: "Participate! Come here quickly and help me discharge the hospital, don't let Yanhong know, or I won't be able to go tomorrow, come!".

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