Ji Nianqin held the trousers in her hand, then gently touched the hole and cleared her throat, seeming a little embarrassed. She didn't understand what her female classmate meant. In ancient times, only those who had no food to eat would wear such tattered clothes.
"Let me ask you, what were the people who made clothing for the royal family in ancient times usually called?"
Ji Nianqin tried hard to ease her embarrassment and actually passed the exam, which was common sense that everyone in her era understood.
"I don't know, teacher, please tell us the answer."
The bell for the end of get out of class has rung, but all the students did not rush out. Instead, each of them stood with their hands behind their backs, like elementary school students, and from time to time they looked at the elementary school teacher who was listening to the class, as if the teacher could tell them the answer.
"Weaving House."
The elementary school teacher really told the students, but in a very low voice, but it seemed that it could only reach Ji Nianqin's ears.
"Let me tell you a story. A young girl named Menghuan was a female official in the Zhizaoyuan. One day, Menghuan went to the residence of the Marquis of Taiping to have her measurements taken for clothing. However, the Marquis attempted to molest her. While resisting, Menghuan accidentally pushed the Marquis into the lake within the residence..."
After Ji Nianqin finished speaking, the scene fell silent.
"How can you tell students this? They are already very rebellious children. Don't teach them bad things."
The elementary school teacher sighed heavily and walked out of the beauty and hairdressing school. Anyway, she had already helped Ji Nianqin contact a school where she could take the college entrance examination. This was all she could do. In the future, she would have to rely on herself.
Fortunately, Ji Nianqin did not teach elementary school students. Her methods were stiff and she still had a long time to learn how to teach.
"You seem to have misunderstood me. I'm not asking all of you male students to emulate the Marquis of Taiping and molest others, nor am I asking all of you female students to act like you're dreaming and accidentally push yourself into the lake inside the palace. Besides, you don't have the conditions for that here. As for the lake inside the palace..."
"Teacher, although our grades are not good, we are not stupid. We understand that you want to tell us the legend of the weaving factory. I just don't understand why you sewed these jeans so messily, especially during a break in your lecture. Those are beggar's pants to begin with. If you sew them up, I'm afraid they can really be worn by beggars."
For a moment, Ji Nianqin seemed to have become a laughing stock.
The female classmate who gave her the pants quickly stepped forward.
"Teacher, I'll open these pants for you. It's okay. You can continue with the lesson."
Unexpectedly, the female classmate quickly restored Ji Nianqin's previous achievements to their original state, and even made them worse than before, because the leaking area had been pulled even bigger by the female classmate, and it almost looked like it was leaking from the knees to the buttocks.
"Absolutely not. I can't wear these pants."
"You can wear it, teacher. I think your body shape is similar to mine, both of us are a little chubby."
Before the female student finished speaking, the principal of the beauty salon came in and was actually preparing to let the students vote for Ji Nianqin.
"If you like her class, please raise your hand. Then, she will be retained in our school to teach you theoretical courses."
Ji Nianqin squinted her eyes and smiled, as if she could see the voting results as soon as she opened her eyes.
But, to her surprise, she didn't get a single student to raise their hands...
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