Generally speaking, when hiring tutors in the town, they must be at least at the level of a child, but it happened that a private school teacher had returned to his hometown for more than three months. Xuedong, the private school, was worried that he could not recruit people, and the school was idle for a long time. So when Su Xiaozhao went there, he was only selected for some excerpts from "The Analects of Confucius" and "The Doctrine of the Mean", and let her verbally interpret the scriptures and interpret them, and it was considered to be passed.

Of course, she was not troubled by her gender. In addition to the fact that the current Empress Dowager promoted the method of women entering the official school among the nobles six years ago, which made the people also began to accept female students, more importantly, Su Xiaozhao admitted that being a tutor was just to teach and would not receive any quota, as long as Xuedong provided meals.

In the words of Ying Liu, she was so noble that she was like a real scholar at that time. She was filled with awesomeness and felt ashamed of herself.

However, when Ying Liu said it in a teasing tone, Su Xiaozhao, who was usually full of fighting spirit, said nothing, but just glanced at him with a slanted look. Liang Liang glanced at him and turned his head.

His appearance is light, just like a cold and cold famous man.

Ying Liu was stunned for a long time: "...Little madman, you really dress up like him."

The woman raised her shimmering peach blossom eyes and said in a stern voice: "Xing Liu, in the future, I will call me Miss Su outside the villa, but remember?"

"Ah...well, um." Ying Liu answered in a daze, then scratched his head: What's going on? Are you really a lunatic behind the mask? Or, take it down and take a look?

When the two returned to the villa, Su Xiaozhao walked into the room, he always looked cold and serious.

Ying Liu, who was following behind, was silently impressed in his heart—

No matter how he provoked her on the road, whether she was silly or she said she looked possessed by Yingyi, she could even keep her face and not show any of her nature... The little madman's professionalism cannot be underestimated!

Just as he was thinking, the screen suddenly pushed open. Su Xiaozhao, who had taken off his mask, poked his head out from behind the window and said angrily: "Xiaoyinger, you are like a shadow, your whole family is like a shadow!"

"Click!"

There seemed to be another sound of tiles breaking from the eaves.

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For the dedicated Su Xiaozhao, the first thing to do to be a good private school teacher is naturally...

"Xiaoyinger, serve the pen, ink, paper and inkstone!" Miss Su's belt was tied and her energy sinks into her Dantian.

The plain white rice paper spread on the table, pressed by ebony wood, Su Xiaozhao secretly vented his anger in front of the table, holding the wolf's hair in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes were calm, and he said to the two people beside him: "Do you know that calligraphy is a kind of calligraphy, and it is like clouds and smoke when you finish it, without restraint or deliberateness, but the strokes, frames and layout are indispensable."

"Only those who are clear and peaceful in their hearts can write like a dragon, with sparse, dense, and evenly, and virtual and real, achieving true unity of the characters!"

After saying that, she smiled and put her hand in writing.

This beautiful words made Ying Liu's heart fascinated by hearing them, and even Ying Yi looked at him slightly.

Even though Ying Liu didn't understand calligraphy, he couldn't help but turn his head when he saw her stop writing.

“…”

He poo!!

Ying Liu wished he could poke his eyes. Even if he didn't understand calligraphy, he wouldn't be able to see that the words like dog crawling were ugly in capital letters!

He dares to say that even a seven-year-old child can write better than her with his toes.

Miss Su's eyes also showed disappointment, "Sure enough, it was still not time to ignite the fire." She sighed regretfully.

"Isn't it almost the right time?" This is not even the firewood yet, right? "Why are you talking nonsense if you can't write?"

Miss Su was polite and said: "What do you know? Before writing, you should praise it more and give it love and confidence, so that it will try to become better."

It's not a bit better!!

Ying Liu was choked for a while and then asked, "Didn't you claim to be a talented man? How could you not even write a word?"

"Um..." Miss Su thought for a while, then looked at her palms melancholy, "Sure enough, this human body still cannot bear my wisdom, so I'm in great trouble."

Farting, she has never touched a brush before, right?!

Why can this make Miss Lai's body?

Ying Liu's forehead hopped with blue veins, and she was completely convinced of her shamelessness. "Wait, Su Wuque, you won't even recognize your words, right?" He suddenly asked in his heart.

"Don't talk nonsense, I can still recognize a few words now." Su Xiaozhao said.

several……

Ying Liu tried hard to suppress the blood in his heart and asked hard: "So, where did you get the courage to run to be a private school teacher?"

"Don't you open a private school in five days?" Su Xiaozhao turned his pen in his hand and said optimistically, "Oh, the pale and scarce language of human beings, just these words will soon look familiar."

...

As it turns out, what Miss Su said was rare and reliable.

Under Ying Liu's strong distrust, Su Xiaozhao took the books he bought and other books, read them two or three times, and copied them in her Su-style dog crawling font, and she really recognized the words.

Ying Liu was shocked by watching, and after a while, she figured it out: "Su Wuque, did you just recognize words and memorize the contents of these books so that you can learn it in a while?" Otherwise, how could she not use people to teach her and just read books?

But not to mention the Nanwan Kingdom, as far as he knows, the countries have long implemented the strategy of "the same writing and the same chariots", and the characters in various countries are common small seal script. Unless the place where she came, the background of the poetry and calligraphy here is similar, the style of the writing is very different...

Thinking of this, Ying Liu was not surprised. After all, the little madman mentioned so many imaginative sources, which one is not more bizarre than he could imagine?

But Su Xiaozhao hummed unconvincedly: "Nonsense, it is clearly my genius. When I opened the book, I seemed to have a god Wenqu star in my ears, which made me enlightened and learned without a teacher."

...He believed in her evil!

Ying Liu rolled his eyes, but then he thought that it was rare for the little madman to care about something so much, so he couldn't help asking her: "Are you really going to be a private school teacher seriously? But aren't you saying that you just want to bully those people back?"

Su Xiaozhao raised his pen and knocked on his forehead repeatedly: "Elmu, elmu!" The young man avoided it in a mess, and heard her say, "I don't want to dream? Human skin and masks are so rare. In addition to revenge, of course they should be used to pursue some things with eternal value!"

She pointed her pen at the sky and said boldly: "No matter what industry or what I do, I must be unique and my name must be shining! This is my only principle!"

Ying Liu rubbed his knocked forehead and curled his lips when he heard this: "I don't believe it." In this wild town, how big can a private school girl do?

Su Xiaozhao narrowed his eyes and then snapped his fingers: "Okay, accept the challenge!"

"Huh?" Ying Liu was stunned. Wait, he didn't want to play any strange game with the little madman!

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Five days later, everyone in the town knew that a female gentleman had come to the private school.

I heard that she is pretty, I heard that she is serious, and I also heard that she is clean and unrestrained. So many people look at their children playing with mud, thinking that no matter how good or bad it is, they will not lose money when they send them to a private school for their husband to knock.

There was no imperial examination system in this dynasty, so there was no concept of "learning civil and military skills, goods and imperial families" among the people. It is even more difficult to make a name for themselves by studying and gaining the eyes of the powerful and becoming a disciple.

But despite this, most people still respect scholars very much, and feel that even if it is useless, it is very shameful to let their children read and read and learn a few words from saints.

So on the first day of opening a private school, there were about twenty school children in the museum, from six to eleven years old, and the older ones had already worked or went to the ground to help support their families.

Unfortunately, the two culprits in the "scooter incident" that day were the two culprits, except for the little overlord of the Zhao family, who did not appear.

So, Ying Liu looked at Su Xiaozhao, who was burning incense in front of Confucius from afar. He was passing through the curling white smoke and a tight mask. He seemed to see the expression on her face, which was in a moment of sinister expression.

...

But unexpectedly, after knocking on the cloud board three times, Su Xiaozhao just held the book, knelt in front of several tables, and began to meticulously recite the "Three Character Classic", occasionally pausing, and explaining the meaning in detail.

Everything is well-organized, no different from ordinary private school teaching.

Even halfway through, she asked a few school children below. When they couldn't answer, scratched their heads and ears and were full of fear, she did not use the ruler like other private school teachers. She just nodded coldly, signaled them to sit down, and explained it again without getting tired of it...

Looking at the girl who was teaching in a serious and graceful manner in the museum, Ying Liu couldn't figure out what the little madman sold.

Although Ying Liu felt very ashamed of her previous vow of revenge. After all, she was still a group of half-year-old children, and he would blush when he said it. However, when he saw her sitting in the hall at the moment, as if she had changed her core, he also felt that it was strange no matter how she looked.

There is no sign of needing him to help the evildoer!

Ying Liu took a nap outside the museum: Forget it, he never understood what the little madman was thinking...

However, it would be great if the little lunatic had been so well-behaved and quiet.
Chapter completed!