Inside the room, the atmosphere became inexplicably quiet.

There are teachers and students at the desk.

A Mr. Zhao was standing there with a book in his hand, and he gave Su Qingdai, a very studious student, a loving and approving look.

The latter stammered a few times.

"Tzuyu, how do I use this textbook and how do I read it?"

"How do you read? Of course you should read with your mouth, but the most important thing is to read with your heart. Well, take out your textbook first, sir, and I will teach you slowly."

"How do I read this textbook? It's so scary. It's such a long paragraph. How can I finish reading it?"

Su Qingdai's voice was tinged with a trailing sound. She glanced at her textbook and her body trembled.

The teacher patted the student's head, pressed it, nodded and encouraged: "Don't be afraid, take out the textbook, the teacher will teach you well."

Su Qingdai raised her head and looked at him pitifully, "Daier... I really don't know how to do this. This is the first time I read this book. If it's not good, you... you are not allowed to be mean to me and hit me later."

Zhao Rong looked sincere and shook his head, "Who do you think I am? I have the ethics of a teacher. Just keep reading. If you come across something you don't understand, I will teach you."

The student blushed and lowered her head, silent for a moment, then reached up with her little hand and took out the textbook for this class.

The student's movements were clumsy, and it took him a while before hesitantly took out the entire textbook.

So, Mr. Zhao Rong had a scroll of ink book in his hand, and the student Su Qingdai also had a similar scroll in her hand.

The student's breathing suddenly became heavier. He quickly glanced at the textbook with rich content and shook his head. It was obvious that the student was a poor student who did not like studying and was so afraid of studying.

Sure enough, next, she wanted to throw the books away as if she was holding a red-hot iron in her hands, treating them as hot potatoes.

However, under Mr. Zhao's calm gaze, he was able to suppress his fear.

"Not bad." Zhao Rong lowered his head and glanced at Su Qingdai, then nodded encouragingly:

"You are suffering from school phobia, you have to control yourself. Well, you should familiarize yourself with it first and read it carefully. You should not only talk about it, but also read it with your heart, okay?" As he said this, he took a deep breath.

Su Qingdai, who was forced to study, nodded weakly.

She glanced at the long textbook with a lot of content, her eyes trembling, as if she didn't know where to start reading, so she grabbed the leather cover with her bare hands and flipped it up and down slightly.

Then, after Su Qingdai saw the content of the textbook clearly, she opened her eyes unconsciously.

"How...how should I start this?"

She, who was not good at studying, swallowed her saliva, not knowing where to start reading, so she rolled her beautiful eyes up and looked at Zhao Rong.

This frightened little look under the textbook is so cute and adorable.

Mr. Zhao twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, put his hands behind his back and smiled.

He looked at Su Qingdai's silly look and immediately became interested.

"Hey, pay attention in class and listen carefully from now on. I will only teach you once. If I am not satisfied with your reading, don't blame me for spanking you again."

As he spoke, Zhao Rong used Su Qingdai's textbook as a wooden ruler and slapped her cheeks a few times.

Su Qingdai was hit with a ruler and felt dizzy. Her cheeks were red. "No, no, it hurts."

She shrugged her delicate nose and subconsciously sniffed the scent of ink on the textbook.

"Stop hitting me, um, stop hitting me, Dai'er will listen to the teacher. Mr. Zhao, this textbook is so long, where should I start reading?"

Su Qingdai begged for mercy, then she mustered up her courage, opened the leather cover, and stared at the textbook carefully, her beautiful eyes not blinking, waiting for the teacher's instructions very seriously.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly:

"Of course, start from the beginning. Well, read it from top to bottom first, and then repeat it over and over again..."

The teacher stretched out his finger and began to instruct the students.

The latter nodded his head and listened attentively.

Then she took a deep breath, looked serious, and followed his instructions to read the textbook from the beginning, from top to bottom.

“…”

Zhao Rong suddenly couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Because I discovered this student's talent.

It can be seen that she had just started studying the book, but she was able to read most of the text in one breath, and it seemed that she could continue reading.

He couldn't help but nod his head in praise:

"Not bad, very talented, very good reading, read it a few more times."

"Hmm."

Su Qingdai didn't raise her head, but glanced at him with her eyes rolled up, like a student stealing a glance at the teacher in class.

She snorted a few times, nodded, and continued to concentrate on her reading.

So.

This very harmonious scene happened silently in front of the desk in the room.

The teacher teaches his students carefully.

His words of earnest instruction could be heard from time to time.

"Here, read it here too, um, not bad."

"Yes, here, and here, read it a few more times. Sir, I like these parts very much. You have to remember them. Well, I hope you like them too..."

"Not bad, not bad. Start reading from the beginning again. Read it all at once until you can't read anymore. Just challenge yourself... Oh, I didn't expect you to be able to read so much at once. Never mind. Just keep reading until I tell you to..."

At first, Su Qingdai was a little unfamiliar and clumsy in reading, and often read the wrong words.

After all, it was the first time he met a strict teacher. Occasionally, when there were some poor readings, Zhao Rong would frown slightly, then directly take out the ruler and severely slap this beautiful little face.

However, as time went by, she became more and more proficient. She could read the long textbooks from top to bottom, left to right, and even later on, she could recite the book backwards with a smile, starting from the bottom and working her way up.

The memory for memorizing is first-rate.

Even at the end, Su Qingdai was able to draw inferences from what she had learned and do things that Zhao Rong had not expected, such as silently reading from some parts that she found interesting. She was very smart.

The student couldn't put the book down and spoke eloquently, which made the teacher quite satisfied.

As she read aloud, she would occasionally raise her beautiful eyes and look straight at the teacher. She was no longer stealing glances at him, but looking him in the eye openly.

Her eyes were full of admiration, and she seemed to be carefully paying attention to the expression of her true love, wanting to know whether she was studying correctly and whether she satisfied him.

Mr. Zhao was very pleased with this.

I often couldn't help but reach out and stroke the heads of students buried in their textbooks to give them encouragement and support.

Occasionally, when a student was naughty while reading, the teacher would press her head down with his big hand, asking her to concentrate on her studies and not be distracted in class.

In terms of rewards and punishments.

Mr. Zhao can be said to be a famous teacher.

He was sometimes strict and sometimes kind, and soon he had trained a talented disciple.

In this scene, the teacher and students were in harmony. However, about quarter of an hour later, Mr. Zhao's small class was still going on.

There is no sign of dismissal.

Well, this is generally the most annoying situation for students during class.

The teacher keeps the class late.

But Su Qingdai was different. Even though she was reciting silently and her mouth was dry and she was physically exhausted, the difficulty of obtaining the essence of knowledge from the teacher still made her beautiful eyes unconsciously filled with shock and admiration.

Mr. Zhao's knowledge is indeed profound and extensive. Those ordinary men in the world are not qualified to compare with him.

Su Qingdai was sincerely convinced.

Although there was still no result at this time, I did not give up in frustration.

She took a few breaths and continued to study the real knowledge in the textbooks, concentrating her attention and vowing to explore the true essence and profound meaning of his knowledge.

This is just like when she practices hard on weekdays.

I will never give up until I achieve my goal.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong nodded secretly.

After thinking for a while, he let out a long sigh, no longer trying to hide his incompetence, and taught everything he knew.

A teacher is one who imparts knowledge and resolves doubts.

After a while, Mr. Zhao’s first class finally came to an end.