Chapter 3090 Little Emperor Uncle (31)

Zhao Shu just stood behind the podium and watched as girls one after another slipped in from the back door and sat in the classroom majestically.

Is this... okay?

Zhao Shu became a teacher for the first time and was a little confused by this scene.

At this time, another person came in, and the students sitting in the front row couldn't help shouting: 'Don't come in again, the classroom is full! ’

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

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

The students are all running here.

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

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

Seeing the Marxist-Leninist teacher standing pitifully at the door, the thirty or so students had no choice but to go back.

There were also students from other classes who were reluctant to leave.

Looking at the triumphant expressions of the students who took calligraphy as an elective, they secretly resented why they had so little foresight.

Being able to take classes with such a top-notch beautiful boy is more than just a beauty.

However, in Zhao Shu's calm but distant eyes, they did not dare to really hang around and had to leave one after another.

Soon, the classroom was empty again.

And it became extremely quiet.

Not only did the girls stare at him without blinking, but even a few boys were curious about the aristocratic aura exuding from him.

This teacher looks really young.

Can he be a calligraphy teacher for college students?

One of the boys raised his hand.

Zhao Shu looked at him and said, "Speak."

"Teacher, I took the Level 10 examination of the Chinese Calligraphy Association when I was twelve years old and got the certificate. I wonder how old you were when you got the certificate?"

The boy looked arrogant, obviously provocative.

The girls rolled their eyes at him.

Zhao Shu said calmly: "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 ten. Teacher, do you understand?"

Zhao Shu said nothing, opened the small suitcase, and took out the paper, pen, ink and inkstone from inside.

The boy felt proud that he had failed the teacher. He glanced at Yun Dai sitting behind him from the corner of his eye.

She lowered her head slightly, seemingly looking at her phone and not paying attention.

The boy was a little disappointed.

Zhao Shu spread out the paper, pressed it with a paperweight, opened the ink cap, filled the pen tip with ink, and wrote a few words. When the ink was slightly dry, he picked it up and hung it on the blackboard with a magnet.

This is a cursive painting.

There are four big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes on it.

Be humble.

The moment the boy saw the words, his expression changed.

Not only because these four words were the advice given to him by the teacher, but also because the words were so well written.

Although it only has four words, it is majestic, calm and graceful, and full of energy.

He has copied the copybooks of many masters. These words have the style of the masters, but they are self-contained and are not copied from other people's styles.

Shocking.

The boy looked ashamed and stared blankly, forgetting to speak.

The girls applauded one after another: "Teacher, your writing is so beautiful!"