Afternoon is homework time, but most of these children have to do chores when they get home, so they hardly have time to do their homework, not to mention that many of them don't even have books!

So they just arranged for all the homework to be done in class, and they could ask the teacher if they didn't understand something.

As usual, the first self-study period was still Xie Yan's class.

Knowing that he would be writing his classmates' names today, Xie Yan specially took out his treasured Hero brand fountain pen this afternoon, carefully filled it with ink, solemnly put it in a cloth bag, and brought it to school.

As soon as he sat down on the podium and took out his pen, before Xie Yan had even said "start," the little boy in the first row, with sharp eyes, immediately took his notebook and brought it up.

Would the other students agree to this?

He hurriedly grabbed his notebook and rushed forward, but Xie Yan quickly stopped him, saying, "Start with the first student in the first row, and the students behind will line up. The first student goes down, and the second one follows."

"Don't do anything rash, everyone don't rush, you can all write it."

The banquet was arranged this way so that he could get to know his classmates.

After all, many of them were from other villages, and he had never met them before.

The names of the first few boys were all quite normal, but when we got to the second row, a tall, thin boy started to look strange.

"What's your name?"

The little boy opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was so faint that it was barely audible. Xie Yan looked up at him and asked in a kind tone, "What's your name?"

The seven- or eight-year-old boy bit his lip tightly, and after a long while, he finally mustered up the courage to say, "Wang Maozi!"

Xie Yan: "???"

He was no longer the Xie Yan who knew nothing about this place. He knew very well what "Russian" meant here—it meant toilet!

The students below burst into laughter.

The laughter below felt like countless sharp knives piercing Wang Maozi's heart. He shuddered reflexively, his face instantly turning bright red.

He should have been used to such laughter, but the thought of the teacher standing in front of him and the classmates he didn't know made him feel very embarrassed.

He didn't understand why his father gave him such a name. He asked him, but his father said it was a good name. He was born in a latrine, so what was wrong with the name?

Seeing the child's reaction, Xie Yan felt a little sad. The child was being ridiculed by others because of his name.

This feeling is really unpleasant; anyone who has ever been given a nickname as a child knows how embarrassing it is.

Especially on occasions like today, the sense of humiliation is no less than being stripped naked.

Xie Yan really admires these parents. That's your child; couldn't you have thought about it even a little more seriously and given them a name that wasn't so perfunctory?

Don't you feel ashamed to have such a bizarre name?

Xie Yan coughed lightly, interrupting the laughter below.

His tone wasn't harsh, and even his facial expression remained unchanged as he said softly, "What are you laughing at? Do you even know what someone's name means? Why are you laughing so hard?!"

Someone below shouted, "What else does it mean! It's a place for pooping and peeing!"

"it is known!"

"Yes, we all know!"

Xie Yan watched them say these things with a grin, not feeling at all that he was hurting others; on the contrary, he found it very amusing.

This sense of normalcy is even more frightening!

"Naive cruelty!"

Xie Yan took a deep breath and said nothing. He simply stood up and wrote three large characters on the blackboard: "Wang Maozi!"

The chatter below stopped as Xie Yan made his move, and everyone watched the teacher quietly, wondering what he was doing.

Xie Yan circled Maozi and said with a smile, "This is our classmate's name. Everyone, please don't laugh yet. Wait until I finish explaining, and then you can decide whether you want to laugh or not!"

Look at this character, this is the character "瑁" from our classmate's name. Now I'll explain what "瑁" means to you, so you don't go out and talk nonsense without understanding and get laughed at by others.

The original meaning of “瑁” is a jade artifact held by ancient emperors. Emperors are emperors, I don’t need to explain that, right?

Everyone below shook their heads.

Xie Yan, seeing that everyone knew, said, "Mao" means elegant, beautiful, and cultured. Obviously, it was Wang Maozi's family who gave him such a name.

It was all to make him a cultured and knowledgeable person.

I'll pass the exam and become a factory worker in the city!

So what are you laughing at?

Some students still disagreed, saying, "But my mother said he was born in a latrine, which is why he's called Wang Maozi (King of Latrine)."

Wang Maozi's face, which had just turned beautiful, turned pale instantly. Her body trembled slightly, and she bit her lip tightly, her eyes reddening as she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

Xie Yan quickly spoke up, "So, are you going to listen to your mother or to your teacher?"

Li Yezi scratched his head and said in a rather simple and honest way, "Of course I'll listen to the teacher." His mother had said that he had to listen to the teacher at the academy.

Xie Yan nodded, "Then listen to me!"

"We are all born in different places, so does that mean our names are based on where we were born?"

"Most people were born on a kang (heated brick bed), so why aren't you named Wang Kang, Zhang Kang, or Li Kang?"

"Teacher, my name is Liu Kang!"

Xie Yan: "..."

My vision went black and then black again?

Where did this idiot come from! Throw him out!

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