Chapter 3091： Uncle Little Emperor (31)

Zhao Shu just stood behind the podium and watched one girl after another sneak in through the back door and sit in the classroom grandiosely.

Is this... okay?

It was the first time Zhao Shu was a teacher, so he was a little confused by this scene.

At this moment, another person came in, and the student sitting in the front row couldn't help but shout: ‘Don’t come in anymore, the classroom is full! ’

"Well, I'm the Marxist-Leninist teacher next door." It was a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses. He looked embarrassed. "I just went to the classroom and found that there was no student in it. So I came to ask..."

There was a sudden burst of laughter in the classroom.

The students are coming here.

Thinking of the teacher facing an empty classroom with only tables and chairs, everyone laughed crazy.

"Quiet." Zhao Shu raised his desk and said, "Students who are not taking calligraphy elective courses, please leave the classroom, don't delay your class, and don't hinder the calligraphy students from attending the class."

Seeing Teacher Marx and Lenin standing pitifully at the door, the thirty or so students had to go back.

Other students in other classes also reluctantly left.

Seeing the triumphant expressions of the students who had taken calligraphy, they hated in their hearts why they had no foresight.

Being able to follow such a beautiful young man in class is more than just a good meal.

However, in Zhao Shu's calm but alienated gaze, they didn't dare to really stay away, so they had to leave one after another.

Soon, the classroom was empty again.

And it became very quiet.

Not only did the girls stare at him unblinkingly, but even the boys were curious about the aristocratic aura exuding from him.

This teacher looks so young.

Can he be a calligraphy teacher for college students?

One of the boys raised his hand.

Zhao Shu glanced at him: "Speak."

"Teacher, at the age of twelve, I took the tenth test of the Chinese Calligraphy Association and got a certificate. I wonder at what age did you get the certificate?"

The boy looked proud, obviously provocative.

The girls rolled their eyes at him.

Zhao Shu calmly said, "How old are you now?"

"Nineteen."

"From the age of twelve to nineteen, have you made any progress in the past seven years?"

"...The highest level is level 10. Teacher, don't you understand?"

Zhao Shu didn't speak, opened the small suitcase and took out the pen and paper inkstone from the inside.

The boy thought he had lost the teacher's face and was so proud, Yu Guang glanced at Yun Dai who was sitting behind.

She lowered her head slightly, as if looking at the phone, and didn't care about it.

The boy was a little disappointed.

Zhao Shu spread out the paper, pressed it with a paperweight, opened the ink cap, dipped the nib full of ink, and wrote a few words at random. When the ink was slightly dry, he picked it up and hung it on the blackboard with a magnet.

This is a cursive script.

The four big characters of dragons and phoenix dancing above.

Be humble.

The boy's expression changed when he saw this character.

Not only because these four characters are advice from the teacher, but also because the characters are so well written.

Although there are only a few words, it is magnificent, calm and graceful, and full of energy.

He copied the copybooks of many masters, these words have the style of a master, but they are self-contained, not the style of others copied.

Shocking.

The boy was ashamed, stared blankly, and forgot to speak.

The girls applauded: "Teacher, what you wrote is so good!"