Although Fan Jian knew in his heart that Nuwa was going to make trouble, he must not have a good intention to interrupt Lao Jun now, but he did not stop it.

People didn't do anything, they didn't mess around, they just asked questions, and there was no reason to stop them.

"Nuwa Niangniang, please speak."

Lao Jun also hated this woman who had a lot of things in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and said with a smile.

"Li Daoyou, teaching and educating people is not child's play, you are so casual, and letting a yellow-mouthed child be a teacher is simply a misguided child.

How can you let these parents feel at ease and send their children to school?

Red Boy is a child, this is nonsense."

As soon as Nuwa's words came out, the parents in the audience nodded one after another, and some even applauded.

They just saw the red boy take the children away and introduce themselves as teachers, and they felt inappropriate.

It's just that because of Fan Jian's identity, he didn't dare to say it clearly, and Nuwa just said their hearts at this time.

"This, this..."

Although Nuwa had bad intentions, what she said was the truth, and Lao Jun was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer.

"Nuwa, how do you know that Red Boy is not up to the job of a teacher?

As the initiator of the school, I reserve the right to hold you accountable.

I know that everyone has objections to the appointment of Red Boy as a teacher, but it doesn't matter, the ceremony is over anyway.

Then let's have a public class, whether it's a mule or a horse, let's take it out for a walk. Let's test whether the red boy has the ability to teach."

Seeing that the red boy's face was flushed, he wanted to cry and tried his best to tense it, with an aggrieved expression, Fan Jian couldn't help it, stood up and announced in public that there would be an open class on the spot.

"Open class? What is it? I haven't heard of it."

"Are you going to teach these kids on the spot? Isn't that just a child's house, what is there to see?"

"Nuwa Niangniang is right, I think this guardian is grandstanding, don't humiliate yourself when the time comes, you won't be able to end it."

As soon as Fan Jian's words came out, the audience immediately discussed, Nuwa looked proud, fighting with her?

Even if there is the support of the Heavenly Dao, what can it do? With a little tricking, she was able to make Fan Jian overturn.

Fan Jian must have been forced by her to come out and prove that a child who occupies the mountain in the earth immortal realm can have any teaching ability?

Her purpose is to make Fan Jian ugly, and when the time comes, there is no need to slander, and those parents will drop out of school.

When the time comes, the beginning of school will change to withdrawal, and her purpose will be achieved.

"Don't worry, Dad has faith in you, come on! My son, will always be the best!"

Fan Jian didn't have as much mental activity as Nuwa, so he walked directly to the red boy and gave him a hug to cheer him up.

"Fan Jian, otherwise I won't let Xiao Hai be a teacher, he is indeed still young and not very suitable.

In this way, Nuwa and her parents can also be silenced, so this open class is not necessary, right?"

Lao Jun and the others were also worried, worried that because of the mess up of the school affairs of the red boy, it was not worth it, so they all came to persuade Fan Jian to give up the open class.

"Give up? What I Fan Jian wants to do, no one can stop it, and I can't stop it.

Xiaohai, today, let's slap them in the face, okay?"

Fan Jian squatted down, put his hand on the back of Honghai's head, and pressed his forehead against the red child's small head, as if this would be able to transmit the power.

"Okay, Dad, I'll go to class."

The red boy's little face was serious, and he nodded fiercely, and replied forcefully.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's open class is held here, and the target of the class is all of you.

Red Boy is responsible for cultural classes at school, including Chinese and Mathematics, with 10 minutes for each subject.

Let's test whether the red boy has enough ability to become a teacher."

Fan Jian walked to the front of the stage and waved his right hand,

A high platform appears out of thin air, with a transparent blackboard in the middle.

In this way, it can be ensured that at 360 degrees, you can see the whole process of the red child's class.

"What are you kidding, you really want to teach us a lesson, what can you teach us at such a young age?"

"No, do you really let the red boy go to class? Do you really look down on us immortals?"

Knowing that Red Boy's public class was for the immortals present, everyone was talking louder than just now, and some of the immortals who originally supported Fan Jian felt a little outrageous.

The discussion reached the ears of Fan Jian and Red Boy, and the two looked at each other, but Red Boy was not affected in the slightest.

The little hand pushed the frame of the glasses without lenses, and with a teleportation, he went to the podium.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you think that I am a child, with no ink on my chest, and I am too young to be worthy of being a teacher?"

The red boy was not stage frightened at all, and the crisp children's voice, with the blessing of mana, clearly reached everyone's ears.

Hearing such a direct question from a child, everyone stopped talking and turned their eyes to the stage.

Seeing the red boy smiling on the stage, he was generous, as if there was no pressure, and the first impression added a lot of points, and everyone began to look forward to it.

"Everyone, you are all immortals, don't you look down on the wisdom of mortals? He also dismisses what is taught in mortal schools."

The red boy glanced at the audience, smiling lightly at the corner of his mouth, not too old, small body, but his eyes flashed with wisdom that did not match his age.

The gods in the audience seemed to have an illusion, as if the red children on the podium could lead their thinking.

"Then I'll give you a problem and find someone to answer it, this is a math problem in the first grade of Mortal Elementary School.

Excuse me, four people drink four buckets of water in four days, and eight people drink how many buckets of water in eight days?

Nuwa Niangniang, you are very knowledgeable, and you will definitely not lose to the children in the first grade, please answer."

The red boy smiled, and after the question was asked, he couldn't think about it, so he directly named Nuwa to answer.

"Eight buckets of water."

didn't think about it, Nuwa replied directly, children are children, such a simple question, and she took it out to show off.

Nuwa looked at the red boy with disdain, and the other immortals also felt that the problem was too simple, and looked at the stage as if they were looking at a joke.

"Nuwa Niangniang, you answered wrong, think about it!"

The red boy still has that smiling face, and he laughs secretly in his heart, this pit is all dug for you, who makes you look down on me as a child.

"Isn't eight buckets of water wrong? How many buckets of water are there?"

"Nuwa didn't answer correctly, it seems that the mortal knowledge that Red Boy wants to teach is still a bit profound."

A simple math problem made everyone talk about it, and Nuwa immediately blushed.

"Guys, the correct answer is sixteen barrels, and it should be calculated as follows, four times two times two, equal to sixteen.

This involves an algorithm called multiplication, and I'll introduce it to you, it's very easy to learn."

Red Boy passed a math problem, not only slapped Nuwa in the face, but also successfully aroused everyone's interest.

Then I had a ten-minute Chinese class and introduced pinyin, which amazed everyone.

Seeing that everyone was attracted by the red boy and listened with relish, Nuwa fidgeted, and Fan Jian smiled secretly.

Only he knows how much Red Boy has paid to become a qualified teacher.