What is it like to teach at the best martial arts school in the place?
Thank you for the invitation. I am in Yunzhou, the sun has just set.
Tang Zhao thinks it is a very tiring job.
Although he only has two classes, he seems to have plenty of time.
The most important thing to prepare for is the magic weapon class, which is something in his arsenal. It takes only five days to teach it. It is not troublesome. It doesn't matter if you teach it even if you are not prepared. As for the Xuan Gong class, you only need to watch them practice and encounter them.
If any students have questions, they can just solve them. Xingyu, the director of the art of war class whom he is least familiar with, has never handed it over to him, so he doesn't have to read it in front of the textbook, which is quite interesting.
Therefore, he spent less than a quarter of the time on preparing lessons and teaching. Logically speaking, it was a very easy and decent job, and it was easier than practicing with his master day and night in the mountains.
However... who told him to be a good teacher?
He thought that teaching was not his lifelong career, and he might only teach one class in his lifetime. It must be fate that he happened to catch up with this group of young people about his own age.
Since it is fate, why not do something meaningful?
If his arrival can change some things and help some people go further, then his unplanned experience will be in vain.
However……
Once a person has a pursuit, he must pay more.
For example, if he wants to be a responsible teacher, he cannot follow the example of ordinary teachers who show up in class and disappear after class. He must get up in the morning to watch the students' morning classes, patrol the bed at night, and catch the students who are absent. He must also pay attention to everyone at all times.
state, insisting on urging everyone to study diligently.
And if he wants to strengthen communication with students and encourage his classmates to talk to him in private, then he has to face multiple classmates coming to him day and night to talk about trivial topics, and he cannot be impatient.
Even if there are only thirty students, and only half of them come to him, there are still two digits of people contacting him at the same time. They have different temperaments, but they are all full of worries, worries about schoolwork, worries about life, and worries about adolescence...
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Tang Zhao not only listens carefully to the negative energy of more than a dozen worries, anxieties, pains, etc., but also tries his best to help find solutions.
In this case, just saying that the spread of these negative energies is very disturbing to his mood. He is an empath, but he is not as experienced as the old teacher who can deal with it by himself. If he does not practice meditation every night to clear his mind, he must also insist on exercising his spirit.
I have long been disturbed by myself.
Moreover, even if he is a swordsman or swordsmith and has reached a certain level of knowledge, he is still young and has little life experience, and the problems he can solve are limited. Some students come from confusion and confusion in life, interpersonal relationships, etc.
He was confused and couldn't find the answer here, and it might have made him confused. In the end, he could only deal with it with some chicken soup inherited from Mr. Chen.
After all, isn't he also a teenager?
Compared with this, some onlookers and chats from female students who had nothing to do were considered a minor problem. Dong Xingyu was very prestigious among the girls and could help him block some worries.
All I can say is that fortunately, he taught a class with relatively high-quality students for the first time.
Although their grades vary and they have various shortcomings, they all know how to work hard and don't need Tang Zhao to chase them. Even if a few of them are still messing around, they don't cause much trouble and just work quietly in the corner.
A salted fish.
Although there are conflicts among the students, they are not too serious or serious. The cliques are not as powerful as those at Zhuoyu Villa, and no one colludes with the unscrupulous gangsters from outside.
In particular, almost everyone knows what is good and what is good. They are well aware of Tang Zhao's contribution and remain respectful and grateful to him.
Because he is close in age, the teenagers can get along with him better, and he can truly be regarded as both a teacher and a friend.
This is Tang Zhao's rare luck, and many teachers would not envy him.
A few days later, Tang Zhao fulfilled his promise and first renovated the laboratory, installed a test bench, and arranged a soundproof space. Then he conducted a mixed test with ten people and tested the inspiration direction again.
The test went well.
After all, that "eyeball" is the magic weapon of Marquis Gao Yuan. It is very powerful and can affect everyone when the energy is sufficient. None of the thirty students were wrong, and they all drew their own ugly graffiti.
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These graffiti were extremely dark. When Dong Xingyu brought them to Tang Zhao, he was filled with doubts and expectations - he wanted to see if Tang Zhao could see anything.
Tang Zhao sorted out the pictures one by one. Those who did not take the test last time were placed separately. Those who had already taken the test were put together with the last time for comparison. Then he observed each one carefully. Try to use your first instinct and hurry up if you feel anything.
Write down how many words each person has written. Then compare it with the previous one, cross out some, and finally filter out the final results.
This is a very tiring job that consumes mental energy and "mental energy".
Moreover, the time limit is very tight. Every day, the energy and energy on the graffiti will disappear, so you have to race against time to read it.
In order to seize the time while it was hot, Tang Zhao took as little rest as possible, and even gave himself a shot of "The day's plan lies in the morning" in the middle. Finally, he stayed up until the middle of the night to finish reading the pictures. He fell asleep almost immediately, but in the end he was still in danger.
Send him back to his room to rest.
When he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day. After drinking some soothing hot soup, Tang Zhao felt much better.
After a while, Dong Xingyu also came to visit him. Before asking him about the result, he first said: "Don't you really think about staying and teaching me? You have to work so hard for a temporary position. With your heart, you will definitely be able to do it."
From a good teacher!”
Tang Zhao waved his hand and said, "Goodbye. How could I know that a good teacher is so tired? It's so hard to teach one term. I wonder how those old teachers survived?"
Dong Xingyu said: "If you understand the principle of 'let go when you have to let go, everyone will have his own blessings', we will not be so tired. It's a pity that we are flesh and blood, and sometimes we can't pass our own level, which means we worry about our lives."
Tang Zhao was thoughtful. Dong Xingyu said this. Obviously she was not lenient and would do extra things.
Even though I just need to use the sieve over and over in the water to find gold, I still can't help but insert my hands into the cold water and fish out the floating gravel.
Tang Zhaodao: "This kind of thing is really too much to bear. In this way, starting from tomorrow, I will ask them to come to me one by one to talk about inspiration, even if I do my best."
Dong Xingyu asked curiously: "Did you really see it? Every picture?"
Tang Zhaodao: "You can't say that. We still need to combine multiple judgments."
Dong Xingyu nodded and said: "So, you can actually see it. Your ability is rare. Remember to tell them not to talk nonsense, otherwise people will come to you from time to time to look at your paintings or something."
Tang Zhao nodded. He had always been careful not to show any special talents. But this was still far behind his ability to pull the sword out of the soul.
The big shots who can influence him are already swordsmen. If they don't use this, even the big shot's brothers and nephews have many ways to determine the direction. Why rely on an unreliable "guess"? Unless there are special circumstances, it won't be very eye-catching.
Tang Zhao made some preparations and started calling students one by one to come over and chat.
Of course, it's not mandatory. If someone doesn't want to chat with him, they won't come. This will save him a little less work.
It's a pity that he didn't get the chance to be lazy. Every student who was called by him gladly attended the appointment, which shows that he has a good rapport as a teacher. It may also be that this is a training camp after all, and students don't know that they can disobey the instructor.
Ouyang Zhou was the first to be called over. He had the most complete information and the least troubles. He came out soon after seeing Tang Zhao. When he came out, his face was full of joy. Wen Caifei asked beside him: "How is it? Tang Jiaoyu
What did you say?"
Ouyang Zhou did not answer directly, but said: "Tang Jiaoyu is great, you will know it when you see him." After that, he left.
Wen Caifei watched him walk away, and Qu Huan said: "You don't need to ask him. He will tell us anything. The next one is to call you and me, why are you anxious? Anyway, Ouyang Zhou said yes, so it must be
It's really good. Tang Jiaoyu would never embarrass students."
Wen Caifei sighed: "You all say that Tang Jiaoyu is kind and friendly, why didn't I notice it? He always kept a straight face in front of me, as if he was rejecting people thousands of miles away."
Qu Huan chuckled and said, "Are you too enthusiastic? You guys are all so enthusiastic, so you appear to be teaching and calm."
Wen Cai Fei Qi said: "Where is my enthusiasm? How many times have I looked for teachings and metaphors? Qin Yongcheng looks for teachings and metaphors every two days. How come the teachings and metaphors don't leave him cold?"
Qu Huan said narrowly: "I heard that Qin Yongcheng always looks crying when he goes to see the teachings, but you always smile when you go to the teachings. Maybe you don't like the teachings? If you cry next time, the teachings will come to comfort you."
Wen Caifei muttered: "I see...fuck you—"
Qu Huan ran away with a smile, just when the owl spit out a note, it was Tang Zhao who was looking for him, so he left with a little uneasiness.
Soon Qu Huan came out, also with a smile on his face. Tang Zhao went to see Wen Caifei again, and Wen Caifei came out and smiled and said, "Let me just say, Tang Jiaoyu is very kind."
On this day, Tang Zhao chatted with more than a dozen people. These students were all teenagers with good inspirations and some vague directions. They were already sure of success, but now they were even more happy.
However, those who have not been called can't help but feel uneasy, especially because most of them have ordinary inspiration, and naturally wonder in their hearts whether only those students who have reached the one-foot line can see the clues?
So, their little hope was dashed again?
Once two or more people communicate with each other, frustration spreads like a plague. The training camp is filled with gloom and mist, and those inspired disciples are in a world of ice and fire.
However, Qin Yongcheng, who had been the most depressed before but had recovered a lot in the past two months, was still able to hold on. He always felt that Tang Jiaoyu was a person who kept his word and would not be so inconsistent.
The next day, Tang Zhao made another appointment with the students, this time meeting Qin Yongcheng first.
Qin Yongcheng was in a state of confusion as he entered the relatively familiar office. He saw Tang Zhao sitting on the table and waving to him.
Tang Zhao had a smile on his face and a gentle look on his face. Qin Yongcheng felt relieved and sat across from Yu Yu.
Tang Zhao pointed in front of him and said: "Come on, choose one."