bookandnovel Chapter 41 Even teaching has its limits.
Chapter 41 Even teaching has its limits.
At this moment, at least half of Luo Yunxi's obsession dissipated.
This made Zhang Yunqing's expression turn somewhat grim. She gritted her teeth and said, "I still haven't figured it out. If my judgment had been more accurate back then..."
"Senior Sister!"
Luo Yunxi interrupted her, then mimicked the tone of a senior female student, saying, "I won't talk about it, I won't talk about it."
"Since you have decided to seriously train your disciples, it proves that you have at least begun your choice. No longer trapped by your inner demons, you will surely be able to step into the next level and be reborn."
"With the protection of the Three Pure Ones, our Shangqing Palace lineage is assured; you will surely pull through!"
He was overjoyed and laughed heartily: "As long as you're happy, what difference would it make if all of my senior brothers and sisters had their spiritual roots, let alone my mere Grade B spiritual root?"
"Stop dreaming. A person can only have one spiritual root. Even if they have more, they don't have the time to cultivate them."
A hint of helplessness appeared on Zhang Yunqing's lips: "Why don't you go and see that kid too? He looks a lot like you."
Luo Yunxi nodded, chuckled, and vanished from the scene as if it had never existed.
As soon as he left, Zhang Yunqing waved her hand, the moisture in her eyes evaporating, as if nothing had happened.
…………
Are you all brainless?
"You can't carve rotten wood! How come you still can't distinguish between front and back nasal finals after three hours!"
"I'm so angry!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! (slams the table) What are you all good for?! Even a pig could learn better than you!"
[Ding: Sword Drawing Value +50!]
Chen Ren was so angry his liver hurt. These guys had such bad memories; they would forget what they were taught an hour ago.
He taught the lessons according to the pace of nine-year compulsory education, but they just couldn't remember them.
His literary talent was trembling wildly, clearly indicating that even the sages and wise men of literature thought he was right.
Faced with his shouts and questions, the twelve children in the cave classroom looked up, their innocent and foolish eyes clear and innocent.
"Teacher, you've been talking about nasal finals for three hours straight, what exactly are they?"
A child's eyes focused, and he asked curiously.
His name was Xiao Shi, and Chen Ren remembered him.
"What the hell..."
Sword drawing value increased by 50!
[Sword Drawing Value: 1623/100]
This was the most frustrating time Chen Ren had ever had to grind for sword-drawing points!
His face was extremely grim. It seemed that for the past three hours, they hadn't even understood what he was saying.
A bad feeling rose in Chen Ren's heart. He looked at his deskmate and asked him a question:
"Tell me, what is a nasal final?"
The classmate stood up blankly: "Thick nose?"
Okay, Chen Ren will remember this one too, his name is Xiao Ye!
"And you?"
He scanned the classroom and found that only two of the older children remembered it.
The other children didn't understand what it meant to attend class; they thought that just sitting there was enough...
"Ah! I'm going crazy!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! (Slams the table hard)!"
Chen Ren took a deep breath and told them to study on their own while he went out for some fresh air.
"Teacher, what is self-study?"
Xiao Shi raised his hand again.
[Ding: Sword Drawing Value +100!]
Chen Ren forcibly suppressed his impulse to slaughter Sanfu Town.
He laughed and explained what self-study meant, then ran outside the cave to sulk.
Damn it, Master is practically testing his demonic heart.
Yes, demonic heart, Chen Ren felt he was about to fall into demonic possession!
"Sir, you must be tired from teaching. Have some water."
A voice came from behind him, and a man from Sanfu Town dressed in animal skins brought him a leaf of clear water.
The leaves of this tree are as big as lotus leaves, and they are used as drinking vessels.
"Thanks."
Chen Ren glanced at the clear spring water, then drank it down in large gulps. It was a bit cold, just like his heart.
"The children are so immature, they've caused you so much trouble, sir."
The man said apologetically, "There's nothing we can do. Sanfu Town is too small. The teachers from Xiaoqing Kingdom don't want to come here, and without education, no one wants us."
He earnestly pleaded, "Only by learning to read and write will we have the opportunity to go out into the world."
"Don't worry, since my master asked me to teach them, I will definitely do my best."
Chen Ren took a deep breath: "These kids are a bit difficult to teach, but it's okay, I'll try my best."
He felt immense admiration for the sages of ancient times, who must have faced similar circumstances to himself.
But they managed to develop a civilization. Although we can't compare to them, we are confident that we can make a small tribe literate.
"I'll tell them about it in a dream later."
The man stood up and bowed to Chen Ren.
A dream?
Chen Ren smiled at the man and said, "You speak and act with a very cultured air; you must be literate, so why don't you teach them?"
I want to teach.
The man's face showed regret and longing: "But I can't teach him."
He quickly turned and left, saying, "I won't disturb your rest any longer, sir."
Strange person.
Chen Ren suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked him his name yet, and judging from his appearance, he was clearly more suited to studying.
Otherwise, it would be good to help myself check the children's homework.
But by the time he stood up, the person had vanished without a trace.
"strangeness……"
Chen Ren muttered to himself, then thought for a moment and took out his phone to ask AI.
"Bao Dou, please help me raise the students' IQ to 180."
Bao Dou: "Hehe, you're such a goofball, joking with me, aren't you?"
Damn, I forgot that he messed up the training of this AI.
"Ahem... My students are like cavemen; how can I quickly teach them modern phonetics and writing?"
He rephrased his question and quickly received a response from the AI.
Bao Dou: "That's easy. Just turn right when you go out. If I remember correctly, there are trees outside the cavemen's quarters."
"Pick one with thorns, and hit whoever can't remember it. That's the fastest way!"
Will this method work?
Chen Ren wasn't sure; he had forgotten how many absurd things he had fed AI, but upon reflection, they seemed quite reasonable.
So he went out and picked out a stick as thick as a broom with thorns.
"Isn't it a bit too thick?"
He frowned, then broke off a thin bamboo stick. Afraid that it wouldn't hurt if he hit someone, he grabbed a bowl of water, added some salt, and sauntered back to the classroom.
The noisy classroom suddenly fell silent as everyone stared expectantly as Chen Ren entered, carrying two pointers and a bowl of water.
"Alright, let's learn pinyin again."
Chen Ren's eyes sharpened: "If you still can't learn it, I'll whip you!"
"Still can't learn it? Give it another lash!"
He began to read aloud, so that the students below could remember it.
Sure enough, an hour later, those who didn't know how still didn't know how.
"Xiao Shi, come up here."
Chen Ren looked at him with a smile and said, "You can choose one of the two pointers."
Xiao Shi looked at the two whips with some trepidation, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "I choose the thicker one."
Everyone knows that this thick thing looks big, but it doesn't hurt when you hit it. If you use too much force, it will cause problems.
Parents and teachers are reluctant to part with their children.
"it is good."
Chen Ren picked up the thin whip, dipped it in water, and lashed it once; he also felt that a thicker whip would cause trouble.
"hiss……"
Xiao Shi gasped, his face turning bright red, staring at Chen Ren with a mixture of astonishment and disbelief.
Don't talk about martial arts!
The spot where he was hit instantly felt a mix of pain, spiciness, and a tingling sensation. Wasn't he supposed to have chosen a thicker one?
[Ding: Sword Drawing Value +5!]