"Do you understand?" Ji Xiaoxiao adopted the air of a teacher. Xia Kui and his wife, who always respected scholars the most, nodded repeatedly, placing their hands neatly on the table, and said, "We understand."

Ji Xiaoxiao nodded with satisfaction. "See the books on the table? These are the homework I assigned to you. Remember to read them carefully."

As the saying goes, reading history makes one wise, reading poetry makes one eloquent, mathematics makes one rigorous, physicists make one profound, ethics makes one dignified, and logic and rhetoric make one persuasive. It couldn't have been wrong for the original owner's parents to read more books.

"If you don't recognize a word, ask the old man next door for help. Be humble and don't be arrogant. He's an old scholar with a lot of knowledge!" The original owner's parents were semi-illiterate, and the pile of books she gave them contained countless obscure characters. Ji Xiaoxiao kindly gave them pointers.

"Really?" Xia's mother was a little scared. She had taken advantage of the old man next door quite a bit in the past.

Ji Xiaoxiao said seriously, "Would I lie to you? He's a retired professor from the university. Even my homeroom teacher respectfully calls him 'teacher' when he sees him."

Wow, that's amazing!

In the hearts of Xia Kui and his wife, Zhao Wuyuan was a great figure, like a top scholar. Even a top scholar would call the old man next door "teacher," so the old man next door seemed even more impressive.

With their eyes sparkling as they gazed at Ji Xiaoxiao, Xia Kui and his wife were filled with countless thoughts.

My daughter has such great courage!

My daughter seems to be a teacher!

Oh, I'm a student now!

The Xia couple entertained themselves.

Seeing that the two had taken her words to heart, Ji Xiaoxiao turned her attention to Xia Qingqing and Xia Cai.

"As for you two, go to school and don't think about fighting or trying to woo girls. If I find out, hehe, Xia Qingqing, all your clothes will be torn to shreds and your head will be shaved. From now on, you can only wear my old clothes. Xia Cai, all your toys and snacks are confiscated."

Ji Xiaoxiao accurately grasped Xia Qingqing and Xia Cai's fatal weaknesses.

"I will study hard," Xia Cai said pitifully.

"I will also study hard and listen to the lessons." Xia Qingqing couldn't help but squeeze her legs together when she imagined herself going to school in tattered clothes and with a bald head.

“Very good,” Ji Xiaoxiao said. “I will come back every two weeks to check your homework. If you fail, your homework will be doubled, and there will be other punishments.”

Ji Xiaoxiao did not specify what the punishment would be, leaving it to their imagination.

Three days later, Ji Xiaoxiao left the Xia family and returned to school.

She's been neglecting her duties for a long time; it's time for her to do something serious.

After entering the school gate, Ji Xiaoxiao put her clothes back in the dormitory and went to the faculty office instead of going to the classroom first.

"Teacher Zhao, I'm back."

Ji Xiaoxiao greeted Zhao Wuyuan warmly.

Zhao Wuyuan was grading homework when his hand slipped, and a perfectly good checkmark turned into a wavy line.

"Muran, you're back." Zhao Wuyuan said in a low voice, "Your parents didn't hit you again, did they?" After returning home, Zhao Wuyuan worried day and night about what might have happened to Ji Xiaoxiao.

Ji Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "The last time the teacher visited my house, they clearly realized their mistakes and shortcomings, and now they are very good to me. They even read books in their spare time."

Zhao Wuyuan was skeptical. Based on his judgment of Xia's parents, it could be summed up in one sentence: "Old habits die hard, and a leopard can't change its spots." But Ji Xiaoxiao had a rosy complexion and spoke lightly and energetically, which was the result of being well-fed, well-rested, and carefree.

That's really strange!

Although Zhao Wuyuan was Ji Xiaoxiao's teacher, he was ultimately an outsider and shouldn't interfere too much in Ji Xiaoxiao's family affairs. Besides, Ji Xiaoxiao had made it clear that her parents were well-educated and treated her very well, without any harshness or beatings.

"That's good." Zhao Wuyuan continued talking to Ji Xiaoxiao, opened the drawer, and took out a large stack of test papers. "These are the monthly, weekly, and daily test papers. Take them back and practice. If you don't understand anything, you can ask your subject teachers. I've already spoken to them. They are all good teachers and will explain things properly."

Since they are all good teachers, why bother to greet them?

Ji Xiaoxiao was not an innocent girl. Although the dean of students, Wei Hongfang, was partly to blame for her jumping off the building, she still made the school lose face. The subject teachers who failed to discover the problem in time were also bound to be scolded.

"Thank you, teacher," Ji Xiaoxiao said solemnly.

Zhao Wuyuan felt embarrassed; he couldn't accept Ji Xiaoxiao's gratitude.

Ji Xiaoxiao cautiously looked around. There were no people near Zhao Wuyuan's desk, and only three or four people were far away.

"Teacher, where did Director Wei go?"

Since entering the school, Ji Xiaoxiao has never seen Wei Hongfang, who usually wanders around the school.

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