radicalducati Chapter 48 A High-Level Girl
Chapter 48 A High-Level Girl
in class.
Class teacher Li Xue stood in front of the podium, holding a pointer.
Three pinyin letters were neatly written on the blackboard with chalk.
a, o, e.
"Classmates, today we will learn Chinese Pinyin."
"Everyone, repeat after me."
"a……"
Teacher Li's voice is very gentle and patient.
But the students in the audience seemed rather uninterested.
Liu Yifei lay on the table, poking Chen Lang's back with the other end of a pencil.
Chen Lang did not turn around.
He sat upright, his eyes fixed straight ahead, looking every bit the attentive student.
But Liu Yifei knew that he must also find it very boring.
They learned these things two years ago.
One of the bolder boys raised his hand.
It was that chubby little guy, Zhang Yang, who was the first to go on stage and introduce himself yesterday.
"teacher."
"Zhang Yang, is there a problem?"
Teacher Li Xue looked at him kindly.
Zhang Yang stood up, his voice loud and clear.
"Teacher, we've already learned all of these."
A chorus of agreement immediately filled the classroom.
"Yes, teacher, it's too easy."
"I learned that in kindergarten."
"My mother has already taught me to read."
Teacher Li Xue showed no surprise whatsoever.
She smiled, as if she had expected this situation.
"Oh? You've already learned all of that?"
"Those who have learned this, please raise your hands."
Brush it.
In the classroom, more than thirty little hands were all raised.
Teacher Li Xue nodded.
"very good."
"It seems that the students in our class have a very good foundation."
She wasn't angry that the teaching plan was disrupted.
As a teacher at Poyang Street Primary School, especially as a homeroom teacher, I encounter this situation every year.
The children here come from well-off families.
Many children have already received various forms of early childhood education before they even start school.
Some even hired private tutors.
If we still follow the regular primary school curriculum and teach step by step from a, o, e...
That would not only be a waste of time, but also a way of stifling the talents of these children.
The school's teachers had long ago developed a teaching plan specifically for these top students.
"Now that everyone has learned it, let's try something a little more challenging."
Teacher Li Xue picked up the chalk and wrote a few more pinyin on the blackboard.
b, p, m, f.
"Does anyone know how to pronounce these initial consonants?"
Several more hands were raised.
Teacher Li Xue called on a student to answer.
That's a completely correct answer.
She then wrote down even more complex compound vowels on the blackboard.
ai, ei, ui, ao, ou, iu.
Fewer students raised their hands this time, but still more than half.
Teacher Li Xue always had a smile on her face.
She gradually increased the difficulty.
From simple vowels to initials, then to compound vowels, nasal vowels, and whole-syllable recognition.
It wasn't until she talked about the difference between front and back nasal sounds that things changed.
Only a handful of students remained who had raised their hands.
Most of the students looked confused.
Teacher Li Xue then stopped.
She pointed to the letters "an" and "ang" on the blackboard.
"It seems that most students encountered difficulties here."
"So, starting today, our pinyin lesson will begin here."
She picked up the pointer and began explaining again.
This time, no one in the classroom said they were bored.
All the children sat up straight and listened attentively.
Of course, Chen Lang and Liu Yifei are exceptions.
However, he had some respect for this teacher, Mr. Li.
Individualized instruction.
These four words are simple to say, but few teachers can truly put them into practice.
Teacher Li not only did it, but did it exceptionally well.
She did not become complacent just because her students had a good foundation.
They were not at a loss because the teaching plan was disrupted.
She quickly identified the overall learning level of the class in her own way, and started a new teaching approach from there.
At the end of the course, she made a special remark.
"Classmates, we, Class 2 of Grade 1, are a group."
"I know some students learn quickly, and some students learn slowly."
"This is all normal."
"I hope that students who learn quickly will not be arrogant, but will take the initiative to help those who are temporarily lagging behind."
Our goal is not to make any one person run the fastest.
"Instead, we want all the students in the class to join hands and make progress together, so that no one is left behind."
"Can everyone do it?"
"able!"
A series of neat and loud replies rang out in the classroom.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class and the start of break time.
Che Yue, a quiet little girl standing next to Chen Lang, took a small box out of her schoolbag.
Inside, there were several very delicate-looking cookies.
It's the imported kind of ladyfingers with a chocolate coating.
In this day and age, it's considered a very high-end snack.
She handed the box to Chen Lang.
"Chen Lang, here you go eat."
Her voice was soft and slightly embarrassed.
Before Chen Lang could speak, something sharp nudged him from behind.
Without even turning around, you know that the little jealous person at home is starting to cause trouble.
"Thanks."
He nodded to Che Yue, reached out and took the box of cookies, then turned and placed it in front of Liu Yifei.
Sure enough, his wife was pouting and looking at him angrily.
Upon seeing the box of cookies in front of him, a satisfied smile immediately appeared on his face.
The speed at which his expressions changed was truly exceptional.
If she maintains this level of performance, who would dare to criticize her for lacking acting skills?
Liu Yifei picked up a cookie, put it in her mouth with a happy smile, and took a bite.
Then he handed another slice to Huang Chengzi.
Che Yue was stunned for a moment.
She just wanted to share some snacks with her new deskmate.
How come they were all taken away?
Huang Chengzi covered her mouth and secretly laughed.
She leaned close to Liu Yifei's ear and whispered something in his ear.
The two little girls soon burst into laughter.
Che Yue looked at her empty hands, but she wasn't angry.
She blinked and took out a small packet of Lay's Flavors from her schoolbag.
She tore open the packaging and handed it to Chen Lang.
"Chen Lang, do you want more?"
Chen Lang looked at her, secretly marveling at her.
This young lady is quite skilled.
By taking a step back, they not only defused the awkward situation but also expressed goodwill once again.
Sure enough, the children who can get into this school cannot be viewed through the eyes of ordinary seven or eight-year-olds.
They have been exposed to this from a young age and have learned far more than their peers.
School ends at noon.
Chen Lang and Liu Yifei each carried their own schoolbags and walked out of the school gate.
At the convenience store near the school gate, Chen Lang bought a bag of Mimi shrimp crackers and a bottle of orange soda.
Liu Yifei ordered a can of plum powder, which also came with a small plastic spoon.
The two of them ate as they walked.
Sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
"That little orange girl talks so much."
Liu Yifei used a small spoon to scoop a spoonful of plum powder and put it in her mouth.
It was so sour that she grimaced.
"She kept talking to me, asking where I bought the dress and what cartoons I liked to watch."
"But it was quite lively."
As she spoke, she handed the plastic jar containing plum powder to Chen Lang.
At the same time, he reached out with his other hand and took the Mimi Shrimp Chips from Chen Lang's hand.
Chen Lang took the can of plum powder and ate a spoonful.
It was so sour it made him gasp.