Chapter 107 Teacher Shi's Late Night Class Has Begun

Back in the office, Han Wei was extremely depressed, and his self-confidence had suffered an unprecedented blow.

Shi Tingyu said, "The children have no bad intentions. Once they get familiar with you, they will slowly adapt."

Han Wei thought that now that he had started working, he could no longer ask his parents or elders for help like before. He had to win the favor of the children by himself.

While Shi Tingyu was preparing for class, he was thinking about how to win the favor of the children.

After consulting Shi Tingyu, he decided to spend a class period to teach the children how to make clay sculptures, which are generally things that young children like.

After school that day, he went to dig up a lot of yellow mud.

According to Teacher Shi, this yellow mud has good viscosity. It can be diluted with water to make mud soup, and then exposed to the sun. When the water evaporates to a certain extent, the top layer of fine mud paste is a very good primary material for clay sculpture.

When he made clay sculptures by himself before, he didn't know these things at all. He just dug some sticky soil and mixed it.

He made clay sculptures mainly to better grasp the space and structure, so the requirements for the soil were not high.

It was also at this time that he realized how good it was to have a good teacher to guide the art.

Captain Han finished his work in the camp and hurried back to his family compound.

He didn't know whether his brat had passed the teacher's position.

Before he entered the house, the voice came in from a distance.

"Wife, has Xiao Wei come back?"

After he entered the courtyard, Han's wife said, "He's back, he's back. You don't know how to control your loud voice. The neighbors can hear it."

Han didn't take it as an offense, and smiled and said, "I'm worried, isn't it? How is the little boy? Did he pass the exam?" Han's wife

smiled when she said this, "He passed the exam and started teaching at school today. He is teaching first and second grade now. Xiao Lu's wife will take care of him for the first few days. When he gets familiar with the school, he will go to class alone."

Han breathed a sigh of relief and strode to Han Wei's room, "I'll go see the little boy."

After Han entered the room, he found that his little boy was still playing with mud.

Han: ...

Is he fighting with mud?

"You're already a teacher, why are you still playing in the mud?" Captain Han couldn't control himself and asked.

Han Wei was not as easily angered this time as before. He explained to Captain Han very seriously why he was playing in the mud.

Hearing that he was doing it for serious matters, Captain Han didn't say anything unpleasant. He just couldn't help but mutter in his heart, hoping that his son would not mislead other students. School is a place for teaching, and he shouldn't let this brat teach students to only love playing in the mud.

Won't the parents come to his house then?

However, looking at his son's serious expression, he thought, forget it, let's see how the situation is first. He finally found a serious job, and he can't dampen his enthusiasm.

On the other hand, after dinner, Lu Weiguo took Shi Tingyu to the camp.

The night in Jinling in December was chilly and cold, with the temperature around 2 or 3 degrees. When the wind blew, the chill seemed to penetrate into the bones, making

people want to wrap themselves in bed. It is difficult for northerners to imagine how cold these places are.

Lu Weiguo put his military coat on Shi Tingyu and held her in his arms.

He was tall and wrapped her tightly, which made Shi Tingyu a lot warmer.

There were no street lights here, only the constantly shaking light of the flashlight leading the way ahead.

It was winter, and the people in the family compound basically didn't go out at night. The two didn't meet anyone else as they walked along.

Today was Shi Tingyu's first day teaching the soldiers.

All the people were selected in advance by Lu Weiguo.

As soon as she walked into the classroom arranged in the camp, Shi Tingyu saw more than fifty people sitting in the dark.

They sat upright with bright eyes, and a pen and a notebook were neatly placed on the wooden table in front of them.

Shi Tingyu, who was used to teaching elementary school students, was a little uncomfortable with this scene.

Lu Weiguo closed the door of the classroom, the wind stopped, and Shi Tingyu felt her body warming up.

She wanted to take off her military coat, but was stopped by Lu Weiguo, "You keep it on, don't get cold."

Shi Tingyu didn't continue.

Although the people in the seats sat upright, their eyes were moving back and forth between Shi Tingyu and Lu Weiguo, and the excitement in their eyes could not be concealed.

Not to mention that Shi Tingyu had learned some criminal methods and micro-expressions when she was taking the portrait artist exam, even if she hadn't learned them, she could still tell what these young people were thinking.

She coughed lightly and tried to treat this group of neat warriors as school students, thinking about the way she taught students on the first day, and said: "Let me introduce myself to everyone. My last name is Shi, and my name is Shi Tingyu. From now on, I will teach you criminal psychology and micro-expressions."

"Of course, I'm not a professional in this field. What I can do is share with you some of my own experience, and I hope it will be useful to you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the warriors below began to applaud.

The neat and uniform applause almost embarrassed Shi Tingyu.

She pressed her hand, coughed lightly and said, "Just listen to the class, just listen to the class."

Shi Tingyu didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.

"I know that you don't have a systematic concept of micro-expressions and some psychological knowledge. Now I'm going to find someone to cooperate with me in an experiment."

Everyone in the audience looked at Shi Tingyu with bright eyes, and the meaning was very clear, choose me, choose me!

Seeing this, Lu Weiguo was the first to raise his hand, "Teacher Shi, I can cooperate with you."

Shi Tingyu rolled his eyes at him, and finally pointed to a little warrior sitting in the middle of the outside.

When his name was called, the little warrior was excited, walked briskly onto the stage, and saluted Shi Tingyu.

Shi Tingyu nodded, then turned to the students in the classroom and said, "Now, I will shake hands with him, and then ask a few questions to guess what he is thinking at this moment."

Everyone was a little skeptical, but they have always been more disciplined and did not whisper to each other.

The young warrior's eyes were filled with curiosity.

Shi Tingyu shook hands with him.

The young warrior's face was slightly red, and his palms were slightly sweaty.

Shi Tingyu smiled and asked the first question: "Are you nervous?"

The young warrior nodded.

Shi Tingyu shook the other's hand and felt the other's unconscious pulling force. She asked: "Are you looking forward to the content of today's class?"

"Looking forward to it." When the young warrior answered, his face was firm and his eyes looked straight at Shi Tingyu. Shi

Tingyu smiled, she looked at the other party and said, "No need to ask again, I already know what you are thinking." As soon as

she finished speaking, the young warrior let go of his hand, with a smile on his face, looking at Shi Tingyu.

Shi Tingyu said: "You were just thinking that you could know what I was thinking by shaking hands and asking a few questions. Why don't I believe it?"

The little warrior opened his mouth slightly, his face full of surprise, obviously he was guessed right.

Shi Tingyu explained to the crowd: "When I shook hands with him, his palms were slightly sweaty, which was a sign of nervousness."

"When I shook his hand, he did not move with the force of my shaking, but instead pulled back. This shows that he has a strong personality and is not easily swayed by what others say." "

I asked him if he was looking forward to today's class. He said he was looking forward to it, which is true, but when he answered the question, he looked straight at me. That was his subconscious action. He wanted to know whether I believed his answer through my expression."

"Why did he want to make sure whether I believed his answer? There is only one answer. He was looking forward to the content of the class, but in his heart he didn't think that I could tell what he was thinking through a handshake and a few questions."

"Another point, after I said I knew what he was thinking, he immediately let go of my hand. This was a bit of an evasive behavior. He was afraid that I would see through his thoughts. What kind of thoughts would he be afraid of being seen through by me? That is, he didn't trust me."