My Corpse is Bohemian

Anbu found Director Liang of the training center. The two had a simple video interview on the Internet before. Although they were only substitute classes, they could not just find a half-assed person.

"This is Mr. Fang's desk, you can prepare lessons here this week." Director Liang brought Anbu to a desk and introduced, "The red folder is Mr. Fang's course schedule and course progress. , In the green folder are the student files of several classes, you can take a look. There is a class at 10:30 in the morning, I don’t know how you are preparing, can you teach directly?”

"Yes." An Bu nodded and said, "I have already prepared for the lesson."

"Very good, then please." Director Liang returned to his office after explaining.

Sitting in front of the desk, An Bu picked up the folder where the students' files were stored. After unfolding it, an electronic screen appeared in front of him, which stored the students' photos, names and basic information according to the class, as well as a quick search function. .

When An Bu was checking the file, many teachers in the office were looking at her secretly. Not only because she looks very young, but also because of her outstanding appearance, it suddenly improves the overall appearance of this office.

At this time, the bell of the class came from the radio, and An Bu stood up and walked towards his classroom under the watchful eyes of others.

As soon as they stepped into the classroom, the students who were still a little noisy instantly quieted down, followed by a few whistles and wolf howls with unknown meanings.

Anbu turned a blind eye to everyone's teasing, and introduced himself calmly: "Hello everyone, my name is 'Anbu', you can call me 'Ms. An', because Teacher Fang has something to do at home, so I will be in charge of her classes for the next week. ."

Then, she repeated it in fluent Y language.

Just as An Bu was about to give a lecture, a student said loudly, "Mr. An, how can you just introduce yourself? Let's introduce ourselves too."

"That's right, that's right, we should introduce each other when we meet for the first time." The other students also agreed.

An Bu raised his eyebrows, then slowly closed the lesson plan in his hand, walked to the edge of the podium, and said in Y language: "Okay, let's start from the first row, let's make an introduction in turn, but only Can use Y language."

This class is an intermediate class of Y language, and there is no problem with daily answering.

"I'll come first!" The first one sitting in the first row was a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy who stood up and introduced, "ILMionomee'Alberto, quest'anno, all'etàdi18Anni... (My Name is Alberto, 18 years old...

The first one was introduced, followed by the second one, the third one... It was a minute or two long, and the short one was only a dozen seconds. The dozen or so students present today quickly completed their respective introductions.

An Bu listened carefully to everyone's introduction, but did not notice that there were several people standing outside the classroom. They all wanted to see how the new teacher gave lectures, but they didn't expect to see a really old-fashioned and boring self-introduction. This method is not only old-fashioned, but also time-consuming, and they couldn't help but feel a little contempt in their hearts: young people are really inexperienced. However, An Bu's next move shocked everyone.

Anbu walked to the teaching screen, picked up the sensor pen, and said slowly in Y language: "Everyone has a good foundation in Y language, so let's start with the first student, explaining the use of grammar and how to vividly carry it out. Self introduction."

Under the bewildered eyes of everyone, An Bu used a sensor pen on the screen to quickly write down the introduction of the first student just now, while circling a few grammatical errors.

Then came the second, the third... An Bu wrote the self-introductions of more than a dozen students, word for word, and corrected all grammatical errors.

Everyone was stunned.

What kind of memory is this? Just remember everyone's introductions, even mistakes! Just kneel down, okay? !

An Bu added: "Everyone's self-introduction is like dining etiquette, one-of-a-kind, well-behaved, name, age, hobbies, and expertise. When applying for a job, this kind of introduction may be essential, but it will not be left to the interviewer. Too many impressions, because these things have already been written on the resume. How to better present yourself, here I introduce a simple 'MTV' rule, the so-called MTV rule is, Me (me), Task (work ), Value."

"Please allow me to introduce myself again. Hello everyone, my name is 'Anbu'. As you can see from the name, I am a humble person. I passed the E language level 8 at the age of 19, and got the Y language C1CILS certificate at the age of 20. At the age of 21, I learned business D language by myself and reached the B2 level, but I never show off, I only speak with my strength..."

All the students were dumbfounded: "..." This is not called "showing off"!

Anbu finished the introduction and continued: "Although the mode of self-introduction is similar, but different language styles can show different personality characteristics, everyone can choose the appropriate introduction method for different objects..."

Then, Anbu simulated several scenes, showing various ways of introduction, or humorous, or artistic, or concise and condensed, which made people laugh from time to time.

The atmosphere in the class was very lively, everyone was listening intently, not knowing the passage of time, until the bell rang after the get out of class, and still had no idea what to do.

But in one class, An Bu's demeanor left a deep impression on everyone.

"Brother, I'll choose this class." Outside the classroom, a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy said to the man beside him.

"Well." The man had no objection, and two focused eyes focused on the handsome figure on the podium.

This person is the "Mr. Shen" that An Bu met on the parking lot. He stood outside the classroom for 30 minutes and listened to half of the class like a student. Even he couldn't believe it. . But it is undeniable that this teacher is indeed very good. When lecturing, people can't take their eyes away from him.

In the classroom, An Bu was surrounded by a group of students, asking all kinds of questions.

It took An Bu a lot of effort to break through the siege and left the classroom with the lesson plan.

In fact, the lesson plan she originally prepared was based on Teacher Fang's curriculum, but when she got to the podium, she temporarily changed the plan. Depending on the situation, the effect is not bad.

"Mr. An." She was about to return to the office when someone suddenly called her from behind.

An Bu looked back and recognized that the other party was the owner of the Hawks that hit her on the parking lot - "Mr. Shen".

"Hello, what's the matter?" An Bu stood still, waiting for the other party to approach him.

Mr. Shen patted the boy beside him and said, "This is my younger brother, Gu Le. From tomorrow, he will be a student of Teacher An. I hope you will take care of him."

"No problem, welcome to my class." An Bu stretched out his hand towards Gu Le.

Gu Le was about to shake back, but Mr. Shen had already held An Bu's hand first. When he started ice skating, it was refreshing, and a strange brilliance flashed in his eyes.

Gu Le: "..." My brother, are you still shameless?

Anbu: "…"

"Exchange the numbers." Mr. Shen calmly retracted his hand, "It's convenient to contact you in the future."

An Bu smiled and said, "Our class has a group. If you have any questions, you can communicate in the group." After speaking, he reported the class group number to him.

Mr. Shen, who just took out his mobile phone: "..."

Gu Le couldn't help covering his mouth and snickering. The older brother, who was always at a disadvantage when it came to women, finally kicked the iron plate.

"Sorry, it's almost time for lunch, we'll have a chance to talk next time." An Bu looked at Gu Le, "Student Gu Le, welcome you to my class again."

After speaking, An Bu smiled at them and left.

"Brother." Gu Le poked Mr. Shen's waist with his elbow and teased, "Why don't you invite people to dinner?"

Mr. Shen replied with experience: "She is not a girl who casually eats with strange men."

Gu Le: "Hehe..."

With the morning class taking the lead, Anbu's afternoon class was also completed smoothly. Someone posted the recording of the class to the group, which immediately attracted a group of fans. Anbu's oral pronunciation is accurate, the class is interesting, and the content is practical. What is even more amazing is her memory. She can remember the self-introductions made by more than a dozen students in Y language at once, and she can accurately find out the grammar errors, which makes people Admired to the ground.

In just two classes, she became a star teacher of Xin Chong training.

After completing the teaching task, Anbu drove the car to the auto repair center for them to repair, and then walked home. When passing by the supermarket, I also bought a lot of ingredients.

When she opened the door and saw Jian Ningxuan standing behind the door, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you going out?"

"No." A touch of excitement quickly disappeared in Jian Ningxuan's eyes, and then he walked into the living room with a dull look and adjusted the air conditioner temperature to 25 degrees.

Anbu didn't care either, and walked into the kitchen with the ingredients.

Jian Ningxuan re-buttoned the half-torn shirt one by one, and asked casually, "Did the first day of class go well?"

"It went well." An Bu took off the glasses and put them on the shelf, then spread out his long hair and walked towards the bedroom.

After a while, she changed into a comfortable set of home clothes and said to Jian Ning, "After dinner, how about we make biscuits together?"

Jian Ningxuan: Why do you want to make biscuits all of a sudden, and you want to pull him?

"Life is like making biscuits, you can make whatever shape you want." An Bu was high-spirited and high-spirited, "I am the mountain, I am the water, I am the star in the sky and the pit on the ground..."

Jian Ningxuan: "…"

"Mr. Jane is the flower, the bird, the 3D dynamic Flash, and the colorful lights of the red light district."

Jian Ningxuan: "…"