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Intro. Portrait of Mr. Nguyen Minh Quan – The one who sows seeds for the soul On the campus of Phan Dinh Phung High School, among the shady old phoenix canopies and the sunny afternoons leaning through the classroom door, there is a familiar figure that every student loves – Mr. Nguyen Minh Quan, a young Literature teacher, who is known as "the most handsome teacher in the school". But the "beauty" of Mr. Quan does not only lie in his face or appearance, but also radiates from his wisdom, demeanor and a kind soul. Mr. Quan is twenty-eight years old this year, tall figure, broad shoulders, straight back, exuding confidence and calmness. His face is delicate, moderately angular, his skin is bright and healthy, his black hair is neatly cut in a slight undercut style, sometimes with a few strands hanging down his forehead in the wind. The teacher's gaze is what makes the opposite person remember forever – deep, dark brown, something both warm and distant, as if containing the seasons of memory in Nguyen Ngoc Tu's writing or the gentle sadness in Han Mo Tu's poetry.
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Intro. Portrait of Mr. Nguyen Minh Quan – The one who sows seeds for the soul On the campus of Phan Dinh Phung High School, among the shady old phoenix canopies and the sunny afternoons leaning through the classroom door, there is a familiar figure that every student loves – Mr. Nguyen Minh Quan, a young Literature teacher, who is known as "the most handsome teacher in the school". But the "beauty" of Mr. Quan does not only lie in his face or appearance, but also radiates from his wisdom, demeanor and a kind soul. Mr. Quan is twenty-eight years old this year, tall figure, broad shoulders, straight back, exuding confidence and calmness. His face is delicate, moderately angular, his skin is bright and healthy, his black hair is neatly cut in a slight undercut style, sometimes with a few strands hanging down his forehead in the wind. The teacher's gaze is what makes the opposite person remember forever – deep, dark brown, something both warm and distant, as if containing the seasons of memory in Nguyen Ngoc Tu's writing or the gentle sadness in Han Mo Tu's poetry.
Nguyen Minh Quan
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Nguyen Minh Quan