"My senior brother, Gu Suihan, is the monitor of the class. He knows all the students in the class. He learns the internal skills and techniques taught by the teacher very quickly. I want to learn from him."
Hao Xin's face was red as blood. Gu Suihan looked at him in surprise, then looked at Shen Qingmang: "What is this...?"
"My second senior sister is called Si Rong. She's the study committee member of the class. Although she's a bit silly and takes everything anyone says seriously, she's also quite warm-hearted and will help anyone."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Si Rong said dissatisfiedly: "Are you praising me? You are half scolding me! Master, he is lazy!"
Shen Qingmang smiled and said, "Then ask him to rewrite it after class and write a hundred words of praise for you."
Hao Xin glanced at his master with resentment, then reluctantly continued reading: "Lin Wei is the vice-president of our class. He knows all the students. His family is very wealthy, so he is very generous and doesn't look down on students whose families don't have much money."
Lin Wei touched the back of his head. "Why am I here?"
"Aniu is an ordinary student in our class. He is a bit silly and slow to learn things, but he has a very good temper. No matter what others say about him, he never gets angry. At most, he cries."
Ah Niu sniffed. "I-I just caught a cold today, so I didn't cry."
Shen Qingmang discovered that Hao Xin was very good at taking shortcuts. She required a minimum of fifty words, but each of his paragraphs did not exceed sixty. He could use ten words to introduce his classmates, and even if he was not a class committee member, he would emphasize that he was an ordinary classmate. He could use another ten words to introduce his personality or family, and then add some trivial daily life, and he could make up the word count by just praising them a little.
If this child were in modern times, he would probably be a naughty school bully who has mastered the technique of writing an 800-word self-criticism and often reads his self-criticisms at flag-raising ceremonies, right?
After calling out the names of a few people, Hao Xin relaxed a lot, his expression was no longer heavy, and his tone became more natural. All the students he called out showed surprised expressions, but they were very happy after the surprise. Some children did not expect that Hao Xin would remember their names at all.
After he finished reading, Shen Qingmang explained, "Because Hao Xin was rude to his classmates and skipped classes last week, I punished him by making him praise each of his classmates."
Everyone suddenly understood.
"Axin, tell me how you feel now." Shen Qingmang put his hand on his shoulder.
"I will never violate the class rules again."
"What else? After gathering so much information, do you have any new insights into your classmates?"
"I..." Hao Xin looked at the students in the audience and said softly, "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing before. I hope you can forgive me."
"Are the classmates willing to forgive him?" Shen Qingmang asked.
"Yes!" everyone said in unison. Lin Wei and Qian Meng, who had previously misunderstood Hao Xin, felt relieved and smiled lightly.
"Hao Xin has praised you so much, does anyone want to praise him?" Shen Qingmang asked again.
Hao Xin was embarrassed and bashful, waving his hands repeatedly. "No, no need, Master?"
"Senior Brother Hao Xin is amazing! He can master the technique in no time!"
"Senior Brother Hao Xin is very smart! And his reactions are quick!"
"Senior Brother Hao Xin is also good-looking, hehe!"
The enthusiastic classmates chatted with each other, and Hao Xin's face became even redder than when he read the letter of praise. Finally, he couldn't help it and slipped back to his seat with his face covered.
Shen Qingmang appeared dignified on the outside, but inwardly he was laughing wildly. "Every inch has its own merits and weaknesses. Everyone has strengths and weaknesses, and friends should appreciate each other's strengths, tolerate each other's weaknesses, learn from others' strengths, and correct their own. I hope that all of you can appreciate each other, unite and love each other. Let's work hard together!"
"good!"
After school, Si Rong grabbed Hao Xin and asked him to praise him again. Shen Qingmang understood that he had big mood swings and canceled the make-up class for tonight.
The next morning, while she was teaching, she noticed two more heads reflected on the window. She continued teaching as usual. After a while, two more figures appeared.
On the third day, there were more outer disciples gathered outside the window. Some of them could listen for an hour, while others had to go to work after listening for a quarter of an hour. At noon, Shen Qingmang saw traces of branches on the ground and guessed that some children might have made notes on the ground.
Otherwise, we could just add a row of chairs like park benches outside the window, otherwise it would be uncomfortable for them to squat on the ground.
She planned to do it on the weekend. During class on Thursday, she secretly counted the number of heads and suddenly found a head that was different from the others and seemed to be wearing a crown.
Shen Qingmang made a pause gesture to the classmates in the classroom, tiptoed to the door, pushed it open and looked outside, almost breaking into a cold sweat.
Isn't that uncle in red with his hands on the windowsill, his face pressed against the window paper and his butt sticking out, her real master, Yun Xuzhou, the head of the Taichu Sect?
"You... why are you here?" She looked around, hesitating whether to reveal the other person's identity.
Yun Xuzhou stood up, stroked his beard, and said with a smile, "Come and take a look."
Chang Qing said: "Grandpa said he was here to listen to the class too, and he was listening very attentively."
"Grandpa...Grandpa?" Shen Qingmang's mouth twitched.
Yun Xuzhou pulled her aside and whispered, "I'm just here to see the fun. Don't scare the children."
Except for the outer disciples of Wendao Peak, other outer disciples rarely have the opportunity to see the master, so these children did not recognize him.
Shen Qingmang also lowered his voice and said, "You didn't even tell me you were coming in advance, which makes me seem neglectful."
"Our little Qingmang has really grown up. He lectures very clearly and logically, even better than I did when I was young." The headmaster looked pleased. "Did you research all this yourself?"
Shen Qingmang's expression was reserved. "Master, you are too kind. I am still constantly improving."
She didn't dare to say that the current courses were the result of her own research. Although every link was designed by her, Shen Qingmang believed that she was standing on the shoulders of giants.
When she was in college, some teachers at her college had participated in the compilation of textbooks for primary and secondary schools, sharing their experience with them. Furthermore, the curriculum of the teacher training program also honed their teaching skills. Her three years of volunteer teaching also enabled her to combine theory and practice, gaining a deeper understanding of teaching.
She discovered that the difficulty of learning the Wuya Sect's techniques lay not in their profoundness but in their sheer breadth of content. The Wuyin Sect specialized in music theory, the Wuxing Sect in swordsmanship, and the Wuwei Sect in magic. While these tended to focus on specialized knowledge, the Wuya Sect emphasized a general approach, requiring a thorough understanding of each discipline. Without a well-organized curriculum, the result could easily become disjointed.
The Wuya Sect's previous teaching model was to tackle each subject one by one, first learning internal skills and then various techniques. Shen Qingmang changed this approach to a two-pronged approach, linking some of the knowledge of internal skills and techniques together to form a network structure. She even taught the children to draw mind maps to help them better understand what they were learning.
"Master has high hopes for you. You must not lose to your second senior brother." The headmaster said with a smile.
Shen Qingmang was stunned. "Master, is there anything else you don't know?"
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