Putting aside these more far-reaching thoughts for a while, Mo Yuan walked out of the room.

But I could hear the sound of a group of children frolicking down the corridor.

Mo Yuan followed the sound and walked over.

It was a room with an area of nearly 100 square meters, and a group of children as young as five or six years old and eleven or twelve years old as the eldest sat behind rows of stone tables and stone benches.

The surrounding wall lamps are brightly illuminated, which is a newly opened space recently opened up by Xue Hai after completing the development of the space below.

It turned out that nearly 1,000 people were arranged in a room of less than 1,000 square meters, men, women and children, too crowded, and the environment was too bad.

After discovering this situation, Mo Yuan first asked Xue Hai to open up the two originally disconnected spaces on the upper floor, and opened most of the space covering an area of 1,600 square meters to them, and when Xue Hai completed the development of the lower space, he expanded this space to all sides, avoiding the area with buildings on the ground, and opening up many new spaces.

This classroom was one of the first new areas to be opened.

At this moment, a group of children who were sitting upright saw the figure on the podium today, and suddenly changed from quiet to chattering and shouting.

"Sister Yao, we're going to class, what are you running up for?"

"Yes, Mr. Huo is going to be angry when he sees it. ”

"Teacher Huo is good at everything, but he is very serious and old-fashioned, it doesn't matter how you usually mess with him, but whoever dares to mess with him in class, he wants to use thorns to beat his hand!"

"That's right, Mr. Huo is never late, why hasn't he come today?"

“......”

Xiao Yao has already been familiar with these children, in fact, she is not a few years older than the oldest person here, and she soon became the king of children.

This time, she deliberately dressed up carefully to make herself look more mature, solemn, dignified, and stood there slim, smiling, her eyes calm, and she deliberately wore a pair of flat glasses on the bridge of her nose.

The only fly in the ointment is that the fat of the girl baby on the cheeks that has not been completely eliminated leaked a little bit.

However, it doesn't matter much, in her own heart, she gives full marks to her image this time.

She coughed lightly and held the wattle on the podium, which symbolized "absolute authority", leaving an indelible shadow memory for every child present.

Bang bang bang.

She slapped the lectern with a wattle and said, "Quiet, no noise during class time!"

When she picked up the wattle and knocked on the table, the originally noisy class could be heard in an instant.

The premature gaze swept across the audience with the majesty of the master, and when he saw this effect, he nodded with satisfaction:

"Now, let me announce a piece of news, your teacher Huo Changqing is now sixty-nine years old, according to the legal age, he should have retired to retire for a long time, before he used his enthusiasm to support and teach you to read and learn words, and his body has long been in deficit.

Now the situation is different, and we can't let Mr. Huo continue to burn himself and light up others. After discussion, the most important thing for Mr. Huo now is to rest well and take care of your body, and I will be responsible for your schoolwork. ”

As for the hidden truth behind this, the various injustices suffered by their beloved stubborn teacher Huo, such as forced rest, prohibition of playing in class, and forceful seizure of power and usurpation, etc., do not need to be shared with a group of children.

She just emphasized: "So, now that I am your official substitute teacher, you must call me Teacher Death in the future." ”

One of the other children was silent, and a six-year-old girl suddenly asked, "Sister Xiao has become a teacher, can we still see Teacher Huo?"

Xiao Xiao coughed lightly again and said, "Well, when he recovers, he will be able to teach you lessons occasionally." ”

Hearing this, whether it was young or older and more sensible, their faces suddenly relaxed a lot.

It was as if a stone had fallen to the ground in my heart.

Although they are young, they are very sensible, and they know how hard-won this class is for them, although there is a difference between smart and stupid, but no one dares to ignore it.

Although the young sister can play with them very kindly, when it comes to teaching and literacy, Teacher Huo, who loves to beat their hands, is more reassuring to them. Many of them, especially the young ones, have been subjected to Mr. Huo's hand, and when they are not sensible, the word "Mr. Huo" is seared into their memory, with such a relationship, the difference between intimacy and alienation is self-evident.

Xiao Yao was very hurt by this, Jing Tiao slapped the lectern, crackled, and said, "What do you mean, do you think I'm not qualified to teach you?"

The group of children were silent, just staring at her with big, black and white, cute eyes.

Although he didn't speak, a certain self-evident meaning was clearly conveyed.

Not a single child has any objections.

The underage girl who was deliberately dressed up dignified and intellectual suddenly wanted to roar wildly, so she wanted to beat these disobedient and ignorant bear children one by one, but she also knew that she was standing on the podium at this time, with different identities, and she had to pay attention.

The chest and abdomen rose and fell violently a few times, and then he said calmly again:

"We are all readers, we look at things and people, we can't be so blind to subjectivity, you can't think that I can't teach you anything because I don't look much older than you. I can teach you anything, but your way of looking at things and understanding people is very wrong.

The sages of the ancients, it has long been said that there is no order to learn, and those who have attained it are teachers, and age is not the inevitable premise of whether I can be your teacher or not. Even if you don't agree, at least listen to me give you a few lessons, so that this is the right way to think and do things, not like you are now. ”

This is obviously a more esoteric speculation, a group of children seem to understand it, and many of them are completely in the clouds, but they are all stunned by the untimely teacher at this moment.

They didn't want to think about it, so they directly picked up the simple homemade chalk and wrote on the blackboard.

......

Ancient scholars must have teachers. Teacher, so preach and teach to solve doubts. If a person is not born to know, how can he be free from confusion?......

......

A delicate and elegant, half-lettered and half-line square words appeared under her hands, her footsteps, arms, and wrists all cooperated seamlessly, seemingly at hand, but between words and words, between lines, there is an indescribable beauty.

Her appearance with her hand completely calmed down all the children, and no one chattered, staring intently at the rhythm of her pen.

She wrote silently throughout the whole process, not worried about a word mistake or omission, this article has long been seared into her heart, confident and determined.

When she filled the entire blackboard with the entire article, her expression calmed down, and she had fully entered the role of "teacher", and said softly and happily: "My first class is to teach you this ancient text, and now, everyone reads it aloud to me in unison......

When Langlang's reading sounded, Mo Yuan, who was standing at the door of the classroom and watching, left softly with a smile on the corner of his mouth.