"The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires." Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel✦fire.net
Seeing the English teacher’s face getting uglier, Zhao Wenxin raised her eyebrow just like Wu Zhiyuan, "Ah, teacher, you don’t understand it either? Let me explain it then."
"A mediocre teacher only tells facts, a good teacher explains facts, an excellent teacher demonstrates facts, and a great teacher inspires students to think."
"So then..." Zhao Wenxin looked down at her deskmate, both shrugged, and asked the English teacher on the podium, "Which one are you, teacher? Or...none of them."
"Her? I reckon she’s the type who throws books when things don’t go her way and tells her students they’re trash, always inferior to Class D."
"Hahaha, right, English teacher, you also teach Class D, don’t you? I wonder how you teach them."
"She loves Class D, didn’t you hear? She praises Class D as precious and treats us like dirt."
"Nothing we can do, our English isn’t good enough, right?"
Listening to the classmates’ mocking remarks, the English teacher, who was new, especially in a school like Yunhui where students were usually disciplined, had never experienced this before.
The English teacher trembled with anger and screamed, "Shut up!"
"Who gave you permission to act during class?! None of you have any manners!"
Meng Chi coldly looked at the English teacher and sneered, "Ha, you say we have no manners, are you any better than us?"
"What did you say!" yelled the English teacher.
"You know exactly what I said," Meng Chi stood up, "From the moment you walked in, you’ve been mocking us. Fine, we’re used to hearing that sort of thing."
"Honestly, when it comes to English, to put it bluntly, we don’t need you to teach us," a self-mocking expression flashed in his eyes, then he returned to normal and looked at the whole class, "Our Class H might not be good in other subjects, but no one can say our English is bad!"
"Do you really think that just because we’re in Class H, we’re garbage? Let me tell you! We also have things we’re passionate about, we’ve worked hard in our own ways. Among us, any one of us who has been abroad hasn’t spoken a word of Chinese there!"
"And those who haven’t been abroad have been learning English from a young age because of family needs, which is harder than what we’re learning now. Do you dare say our English is not as good as yours?"
"Most importantly, we don’t just know English. Maybe you don’t know, Lin Bin likes German and has already self-studied up to professional level four; Wang Wenwen likes French and has read more French poetry collections than all our textbooks combined, and..."
"Are you sure you want to talk about language with us? Do you still think we’re garbage?!"
Taking a deep breath, just as Meng Chi was about to continue, a calm voice came from the podium. Lin Bin slowly straightened up, pushed his glasses with one hand, and looked at everyone with a bland expression, "Enough."
Meng Chi and Wu Zhiyuan exchanged a glance and chuckled, the students in Class H also knew what was going to happen next and began to smile subtly.
Lin Bin yawned indifferently and turned to the English teacher, "Actually, we didn’t plan on doing this, but you really pushed us too far."