CHAPTER 411: CHAPTER 392 SCARED (2)

Li Yuzhu was taken aback by the question, "It seems so; he’s someone who absolutely cares about face!"

In the school, Song Baoshun’s expression gradually changed...

The other noisy children in the classroom also gradually quieted down, watching their new teacher without blinking to see how he would react and punish Song Baoshun and the others.

Song Baoshun was very clever, and Mr. Song really liked him, but he was the most troublesome in the school.

Because he was a member of Mr. Song’s own family, he had never been punished.

Song Baoshun looked around and found that everyone was silent, so he immediately shrank his neck and sat down properly.

Prince Luling, who had defeated the troublesome children, laughed heartily with pride.

But immediately, he sternly shouted, "Anyone disrespecting the teacher, causing noise in the classroom, will be punished to kneel!"

The children looked at each other and remained still.

Prince Luling slammed the ruler heavily on the table.

Bang—

The sudden sound in the silent room startled everyone.

Li Yuzhu, sitting outside the room, was also startled.

Mu Yuanxiu went to help her.

Li Yuzhu twitched the corners of her mouth and waved her hand, indicating she was fine.

She just hadn’t expected her father to suddenly show authority.

"What? Are you all covering for each other? In that case, everyone will kneel together! Copy the text ten times!" Prince Luling shouted coldly, "However, if I discover anyone covering for others, they’ll copy the text twenty times and get ten hand slaps!"

"Teacher, Song Xiaowu just laughed at you, said you walk like a big goose."

"Teacher, Li Shuosheng just spat at me and quietly cursed that you’re as fat as a ball."

"Teacher, Wang Datong and Li Ersheng said you’d break the bench by sitting on it."

"Teacher, Niu Xiangyang said your arms are thicker than his thighs and that you definitely eat fifty bowls of rice a day."

"Teacher, Song Baoshun laughed that you look like a straw bag and must know nothing."

"Teacher..."

The room was a chaotic mess, with the reports getting louder and louder.

Li Yuzhu and Mu Yuanxiu were completely stunned.

Goodness, an all-out mutiny.

Bang—

Prince Luling slammed the ruler heavily again, "Quiet!"

Everyone went silent.

All eyes, big and small, stared at Prince Luling.

"You, you’re Wang Huizi, right? You speak first, who did you see being noisy? Who laughed at me?" Prince Luling pointed at the first child in the first row.

This was a boy with a tiger-like head, around ten years old.

He glanced timidly behind him, then looked at Prince Luling and said, "Re... returning to teacher, the Liu San behind me just laughed at you loudly, saying... saying that your butt weighs a hundred jin, and I said he was talking nonsense."

Outside the room, Li Yuzhu almost burst out laughing.

Mu Yuanxiu couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Some children couldn’t hold back their laughter, letting out two chuckles.

"Teacher, Liu San is laughing again," a child pointed at the second boy and said.

Prince Luling’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, bang—

He slammed the ruler heavily again, "Liu San!"

Liu San was so frightened that he trembled, immediately daring not to laugh.

This child was the same age as Wang Huizi and also had a tiger-like look, except he had single eyelids, while Wang Huizi had double eyelids.

If it weren’t for their different eyelids, you’d think they were brothers.

Liu San pointed at Wang Huizi and said, "Teacher, Wang Huizi also laughed at you. I said your butt weighs a hundred jin, and he said only eighty jin, and he even bet me, saying the loser would pay a bag of sugar-coated chestnuts."

Prince Luling, "..." He scowled and angrily said, "Both of you kneel down for me!"

The two kids were so scared that they obediently knelt down.

"You, who did you see being noisy?" Prince Luling pointed at the third child and asked.

This was the youngest child, who honestly gave a few names.

However, no one else reported this child.

Prince Luling was quite satisfied; finally, there was a good child who didn’t make fun of him, "Look, you should learn from Sun Yuanjiu, not to make fun of your elders, this is the most basic etiquette, today anyone who laughed at me will copy the fourth Chapter of the ’Six Rites’ on respecting teachers ten times!"

The room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Prince Luling didn’t stop there and proceeded to ask the fourth child.

This one also reported someone else.

The only child who didn’t make fun of Prince Luling was the smallest one.

Except for him who was sitting, all the other children were kneeling.

Prince Luling was both angry and moved.

The anger was because the group of children didn’t understand manners and ridiculed others’ appearances.

The relief was because not everyone was beyond hope; there was still one well-behaved child.

After restoring order, Prince Luling explained the fourth Chapter of the "Six Rites" to all the children: Respecting the Teacher.

Why to respect the teacher, how to respect the teacher, and the consequences of not respecting the teacher.

He explained briefly and clearly to the children.

A few of the five or six-year-olds were still confused, but the other children answered that they understood and dared not disrespect the teacher again.

Next, Prince Luling began the formal teaching.

He called the first child to come forward, reviewed the previous content with him, and then started teaching the new content.

The child with double eyelids, Wang Huizi, was exactly ten years old this year and was going to learn arithmetic today.

His arithmetic scores had always been terrible.

He couldn’t count from one to a hundred clearly even now.

After counting to seventy, he always couldn’t recall the subsequent numbers.

Prince Luling held his forehead, realizing that his three-year-old grandson could already count, yet this ten-year-old child still couldn’t?

"How many years have you been in school, and you still can’t count to one hundred?" Prince Luling asked with a stern face.

"I’ve only been in school for a month..." Wang Huizi retorted.

Prince Luling was surprised, "You’re ten years old, why did you just start school? Other kids started school at five." Starting school at ten was indeed quite late.

"My mom wasn’t assured to let me come." Wang Huizi replied.

Prince Luling took a good look at the child’s clothing. He was fair and chubby, very clean, wearing finely tailored linen clothes, and had a pocket full of snacks, indicating a rather well-off family that spoiled him.

"So you started school late, well, that’s not your fault then. Let’s continue learning to count from one to one hundred now." Prince Luling asked, "Can you count from one to ten?"

Having had his hand slapped by Prince Luling earlier and witnessed Prince Luling’s immortal-like calculations, Wang Huizi was both admiring and in awe of him.

"...Yes." He replied timidly.

"Can you count by tens to one hundred?" Prince Luling asked again.

Wang Huizi shook his head.

"Alright, let’s find the pattern." Prince Luling said.

He wrote down ten, twenty, thirty..., several complete tens, and explained to Wang Huizi the pattern of counting.

Wang Huizi memorized the method he was taught and discovered that after counting to seventy, he could remember the subsequent numbers.

A small smile appeared on his tense face.

Prince Luling patted his shoulder, "Go back to your seat and memorize it. I’ll test you tomorrow morning."

Wang Huizi happily returned to his seat.

Continuing to teach like this, by the time he reached the thirty-second child, Prince Luling was taken aback by his appearance.

This was a disabled child; his right arm was deformed, completely undeveloped, resembling that of an infant’s arm.

Earlier, when he met this child, he only briefly inquired about his studies and did not notice the hand inside the large sleeve.

It was while teaching him to write that Prince Luling realized this child wrote with his left hand.

Moreover, his handwriting was rather unattractive.

The handwriting of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child was not even as pleasant as that of Li Jing.

The child noticed Prince Luling staring at his writing without blinking and frowning slightly, so he stopped his pen and refused to continue writing.

Prince Luling asked curiously, "Why did you stop writing? The words aren’t wrong, and the penmanship direction is correct."

The disabled child said softly, "The writing is ugly..."

Prince Luling smiled slightly, "You’re still young. With more practice, your writing will improve."

The disabled child bit his lip, "I can’t practice well. Everyone says only with the right hand can you write beautifully."

Prince Luling raised his voice, "Who says you can’t write well with the left hand? I can write with it! And it’s not bad either!"

The disabled child exclaimed in surprise, "Teacher can write with the left hand?"

Prince Luling patted the disabled child’s shoulder, "When I was your age, I climbed a tree once..., in short, I fell down and broke my right arm. It took three months with a splint to heal. When my arm was just broken, many people said my right arm wouldn’t recover, so I switched to writing with my left hand. Although my right arm healed later, I never let go of the habit of writing with my left hand."

With that, Prince Luling took paper and pen, grasping a brush with his left hand, and began to write.

Regular script, grass script, mini-cursive script, he wrote with grand and bold strokes.

The speed and characters were no different from using his right hand.

The disabled child watched with his mouth agape.

The others who were reviewing their lessons were also shocked, all wearing expressions of admiration.

"How was it? Is my left-hand writing much worse compared to the right-hand writing you’ve seen?" Prince Luling raised his eyebrows, looking at the room full of children with a proud and delighted expression.