Teacher Tang, the Life Mentor (1)
Teacher Tang put together a set of old textbooks from previous years and gave it to Jiang Xiaoman.
They were all textbooks left by former students. Some had missing parts after being eaten by termites and had a musty smell, but it didnât prevent Teacher Tang from cherishing them as if they were treasures. He even put them into a box, and occasionally took them out to bask under the sun whenever he had spare time.
Children who could afford to go to school didnât lack such textbooks, but many children could not go to school. Teacher Tang thought that it would be a good thing if he could plant even one good seed by giving them these books.
The children in the first grade had learned around half of their curriculum. They had learned some basic knowledge as well as some reading and counting, but Jiang Xiaoman had not learned it yet and might not be able to keep up with them. Teacher Tang was not planning to make her catch up or even exceed them, but to enlighten her and keep her interested in learning.
Teacher Tangâs intention was for Jiang Xiaoman to develop the interest to enroll, not to force her to study. After all, she was still too young, and there was still some time until she reached the age of enrollment.
After handing her the textbook, Teacher Tang said, âIâll find you a chair to sit outside the classroom and listen in. Itâs fine if thereâs something you donât understand, you donât have to force it, you can ask me any questions after class. Donât be afraid of troubling me.â
Jiang Xiaoman was very happy. She jumped up and down a few times and grinned, âThank you, Teacher Tang, thank you, Teacher Tang.â
The child enjoyed learning about new things and was inquisitive. Seeing her happy look, Teacher Tang couldnât help smiling and rubbed her head, then went to prepare a chair for her.
After he left, Jiang Xiaoman excitedly opened the textbook and looked at it. After being confused for a while, she closed it, then opened it and looked at it again.
Grandma had praised her for being smart, Uncle had praised her for being smart, and Teacher Tang had also praised her for being smart. Even the system often said that she was the smartest and brightest host it had ever raised, and kept pushing her forward. Therefore, Jiang Xiaoman had always been proud of her IQ. She thought that she would understand this small textbook, but she never expected thatâ¦
Wuu wuu wuu! She actually couldnât even read a few words!
She saw the words âpointsâ, âcandiesâ and âbalanceâ the most, and among those, âbalanceâ was the most sensitive one. She learned all of these naturally under the systemâs influence.
Up until now, most of the knowledge she learned came from the systemâs lessons. She liked to squat in front of the classroom door and learned a few words while looking at the blackboard, but her heart was also thinking about poking at the antâs nest in the courtyard. With her mind divided like that, it would be weirder if she managed to learn properly.
Normally, she could quickly understand what the system taught her with its clear and logical explanations, but this was still the first time Jiang Xiaoman was seriously trying to learn how to read and write.
She looked dumbfoundedly at the textbooks and the empty notebook. Nothing that the teacher taught in the class entered her head, even though she usually liked to follow the teacher to study.
Jiang Xiaoman received a serious blow and burst into tears before leaving the school.
The system comforted her, âHost, learning needs to be done step by step. You canât get fat in one feast. You havenât even learned how to walk, so how could you start to run?â
âDo you mean that haste makes waste?â
âWell, something like that. Host, youâre currently still too young to go to school. Look at all the children in the classroom, arenât they all older than you?â
Jiang Xiaoman looked at them carefully and found that it was true.
She said in confusion, âThen why did Teacher Tang want me to come to school now?â
The system said, âI donât know. Our systems often cannot understand what humans are thinking.â