Chapter 191: Then I Have To Give You Some Pointers
“Which lesson is this again…”
Yu Wei opened the fifth grade language textbook, and at a glance at the table of contents, except for “The Peanut,” he had no impression of the others.
Does the Butterfly Effect have such a profound impact?
As a result, he flipped through a few casually, and looking at the main text, they all seemed somewhat familiar, so it wasn’t due to changes in the worldline; it was just that his memory was simply fuzzy.
Of course, the Butterfly Effect did produce some influences, but the articles in the textbook were basically previous works.
No need to say much about ancient poetry; “The Peanut” was even a prose piece from 1922, and “The Sun” was from 1954. Looking at it this way, the fine bran he ate as a child was truly quite a lot.
Tian Jun had already taught up to the fifth unit “Reading,” and in the previous class, he had just finished lecturing “Ancient People Talk About Reading,” so logically, Yu Wei should check the students’ recitation of the lesson today.
“Ancient People Talk About Reading” is the big title of the lesson; it’s actually just two excerpts of classical Chinese. Elementary school lessons are very short in length; you can finish reading them with just two glances.
However, for children, it’s obviously not easy to memorize them in a short time.
“Forget it, I’ll memorize it tomorrow.”
Yu Wei decided to be merciful this time and continue advancing the course: writing practice, with the theme “Recommend a Book.”
Writing practice is actually just writing a composition; each unit revolves around a specific theme to write one. The next unit is about family affection, and this unit is about reading.
Elementary school compositions—thinking about it is already fun.
“By the way, how many words are required for fifth-grade compositions?”
Too many high school entrance exam practice questions; whenever he thinks of compositions, it’s 800 words, but actually, the word count for elementary school compositions increases year by year.
Tian Jun recalled for a few seconds: fifth-grade compositions are usually 450 words, fluctuating around 300-500 words.
“That little?”
Ever since he started writing web novels, a few hundred words were like eating and drinking, and he almost had no concept of it anymore.
“That’s a lot; I might not even be able to write that much.”
Chi Leying, who was also in the office, teased: “It’s just that you write too much.”
Usually, music teachers wouldn’t appear in the large office; she got a seat here for the convenience of the program’s recording.
This episode’s theme is teachers rather than students, so office camera shots can’t be missing.
Tian Jun next to him nodded; Yu Wei updates at least 5000 words a day. Honestly, he couldn’t write that much even when preparing lessons and writing lesson plans usually.
This passion is moving…
“This does remind me.”
Yu Wei hadn’t settled today’s update yet; Tong Yulu said her video would be ready by noon, and he didn’t know how the preparations were going.
As her opponent’s AI work, Yu Wei had recorded it yesterday; it was still an Internet Celebrity Song, sung by the native character “Liu Mangbing.”
Liu Mangbing was the one who sang “Youth” back then; now that the song has been replaced, he can retire after success, of course, provided that Tong Yulu can win.
While the class hadn’t started yet, Yu Wei decided to write a few words first. His action was seen by the other teachers in the office, but they could do nothing about it.
It was said that this kid could even write in a piano store in Belgium; compared to that, doing it in the office seemed rather childish.
Until half an hour before class, Yu Wei finally stopped his action. Although it was a composition class, it was still best to familiarize himself a bit with the process.
Yu Wei originally thought this was just a simple filler language class, until he entered the classroom holding a stack of composition notebooks and saw several leaders in the back row.
This scene was all too familiar to him: running into an attending a lecture?
There was no peer review, and he wasn’t some expert famous teacher; what was the need for attending a lecture? Yu Wei strongly suspected they were just there to show presence.
Seeing such a big platform as the program team coming on-site to film, how could they not show their faces? They were no different from those who introduced teaching level in the morning; they were all just showing off.
Yu Wei couldn’t be bothered with such things; he could probably understand this mentality. After all, it was their school; if they wanted to listen, let them listen.
If he were a teacher or student, this situation would definitely be annoying—being peeped at during class would probably make one uncomfortable all over. Luckily, he was neither.
After the class bell rang, facing the students’ smiles and their neat “Hello, teacher,” Yu Wei was stunned for a moment. In that instant, he suddenly felt like he really was a teacher.
The crisp and loud voice contained respect and expectation, forming a huge warm airflow that instantly enveloped him.
This gaze was more sincere and full of goodwill than the fans’ sight before a performance; this scene had tremendous impact.
“Hello, classmates; please sit down.”
Yu Wei had played a teacher on the program before, but when he truly entered this situation, he realized he was still superficial. The weight of these two words was much heavier than imagined.
Although it was a composition class, he still briefly explained a couple of sentences. Tian Jun had written it in the lesson plan; he still understood composition structure.
“You can start writing. I’ll read the names, and you come one by one to get the composition notebooks.”
Yu Wei stood by the lectern and began reading the names on the composition notebooks in order, handing one out for each name, and incidentally recognizing the faces.
This current batch of young people should have passed the “Zi Han” and “Zi Xuan” phase by now…
“Cai Yubei.”
As soon as the words fell, a fair-skinned little girl from the fourth row with a bit of delicacy responded, her black ponytail swinging as she walked, looking quite cute.
When Yu Wei handed her the homework notebook with both hands, she seemed a bit flustered by the favor, her gaze even dodging for a moment.
The several filming photographers exchanged a glance: this kid seemed a bit too smooth…
Parents often mentioned the famous big star, personally handing things to their kids—this kind of scene could be remembered for a lifetime.
This class of students probably wouldn’t forget him even if they wanted to in the future.
Yu Wei didn’t think that much; the program was filming, so he couldn’t just toss the homework notebook over with one hand, even to children—basic politeness was still necessary.
“Pan Zhenyu,” “Yang Yixin,” “Xue Guoxin,” “Wu Yanzu… um?”
Seeing a dazed little boy walk up to the stage, Yu Wei clearly paused.
If you’re Wu Yanzu, then who am I?
This same name was a bit coincidental. He continued reading a few more and found there were quite a lot of four-character names, like “Yang Simengyu” and “Jiang An Chunyu,” which made Yu Wei stunned as he called them.
Are four-character names popular now?
From the perspective of an entertainment author, such names would probably be disliked by readers. Everyone is fine with the protagonist called “Wei Yu,” but if it were “Wei Jiepu Yu,” readers would complain…
After handing out all forty-five composition notebooks, everyone immediately began writing their compositions with heads down, occasionally looking up at him stealthily—no malice, probably just finding it novel.
Back in school, during such self-study classes, the teacher would probably already be playing on their mobile phone.
But now, with the program team’s cameras present, he could only obediently space out. At such a time, not writing was a pity.
Some teachers like to walk around, incidentally checking what students have written. Yu Wei wasn’t too interested in that.
When he was writing compositions before, he hated it the most when the teacher watched nearby. It was originally a time for divergent thinking, yet they came over to see how he started writing.
Some teachers would just watch, but others would laugh while watching, making students tremble and lose confidence.
This was similar to when writing novels and others insisted on crowding over to look—sense of boundaries is a virtue.
While Yu Wei was spacing out and recalling the past, he suddenly saw a balding attending leader stand up to patrol, probably feeling bored just sitting there.
I haven’t even walked around, and you’re doing it?
Walking around was one thing, but Old Deng even leaned in to look. Yu Wei clearly saw the watched student shrink their hands as if wanting to cover, but didn’t dare.
“Here…”
The balding teacher tapped heavily twice on the composition notebook, seemingly pointing out wrong characters, which made Yu Wei frown.
If you correct it, what will I correct later?
This teacher wasn’t disrespecting him; on the contrary, it was too much respect, leading to a mindset of “helping Teacher Yu take a look.”
Perhaps part of it was because the program team was present, and he suddenly wanted to show off.
Yu Wei had seen such leaders before: they liked to give pointers and act like big-scene gentlemen; if they didn’t offer opinions, they’d feel uncomfortable.
Just as he was thinking that a teacher pointing out things to students was normal, he clearly saw a smile appear on the other’s face.
It was that smile, that condescending smile…
Who hasn’t written stroke by stroke from being a child? Laughing at elementary school compositions online is fine—no malice and not targeted at individuals.
Laughing on-site as a teacher is so damaging to students’ confidence!
He actually dared to laugh at my students!
Yu Wei quickly realized he wasn’t a teacher, but not being one was even better; if he were, he’d have to consider all sides.
Not being a teacher allows him to act freely. Dare to show off in my class?
With the program team present, Yu Wei wouldn’t do anything outrageous; he just stood up, pretended to walk half a circle, then smoothly sat in the balding teacher’s attending seat.
The teacher who was still pointing things out to the student instantly realized he had overstepped; did Yu Wei mean he was going to attend the lecture himself and let him teach, expressing dissatisfaction through action?
The balding teacher instantly felt awkward; he was just looking casually and had no such intention.
However, that wasn’t what Yu Wei was thinking…
He didn’t plan to throw his weight around; he just casually picked up the teacher’s attending notes on the seat, looked at them for a while, and finally uttered “Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk.”
Direct confrontation would be too much, expressing dissatisfaction too petty; he didn’t bully with status but repaid in kind.
Pointing out others, huh? Then I have to point out you.
But he didn’t say it outright, just tutted a few times. If asked, it was just that he’d never seen such serious attending notes—mind-blowing.
The balding teacher’s face immediately turned embarrassed. If it were another star doing this, he’d scoff inwardly on the surface—a illiterate celebrity, that’s all.
But this was Yu Wei, who not only writes books but has works recognized by a crowd of writers; just that alone convinced him.
They had agreed with the program team: after all, this program was star-led, and even if helping, it should be by the civilian guest Teacher Tian. Him suddenly jumping in was indeed inappropriate.
“This…”
When had the students of Class 3 ever seen Director Wang in such an embarrassed state? The smiles at the corners of their mouths were hard to hide for a moment.
The other attending leaders exchanged a glance; there was no way around it—he couldn’t keep his composure himself, so he had to take Yu Wei’s two tsks.
“Tsk tsk, I only lectured a couple of sentences, but you wrote so much. Your summary is really good.”
Yu Wei still maintained decorum and finally praised a couple of sentences to resolve the awkwardness, but upon careful tasting, something felt off. Yu Wei had only lectured a couple of sentences—where did he get so much to write?
Nonsense writing, assuming on his own, right?
“Should be, should be.”
Seeing this, the balding teacher quickly went along with it to get off the hook. Yu Wei’s move was too ruthless; never show off in his home field.
Although it was just a composition class, the several school leaders instantly understood Yu Wei’s meaning: showing off is fine, but don’t overdo it.
Actually, Yu Wei didn’t mind showing off; it’s surface work, present in every industry. But school showing off can’t affect students, right? That wouldn’t be putting the cart before the horse?
Even as an outsider, he didn’t want to disturb the students’ studies…
The second half of the language class was quite quiet until the end of the class, when the students finally breathed a sigh of relief. The teaching director eating it would give them something to laugh about for two years.
Mainly because fifth grade only had two years left.
After collecting the composition notebooks, Yu Wei returned to the office and began correcting them one by one.
He specially took out that classmate’s composition from earlier, planning to correct it carefully with more comments to help the child regain confidence.
Yu Wei flipped open the composition notebook along the bound thread and found that the book he recommended was “Malice.” So it was this kid who called his pen name.
Although “Malice” couldn’t be called a famous work, recommending it in a composition was sufficient. What was so funny about that?
It turned out to be one of his little readers, so he definitely had to protect him. It seemed what he did earlier was right— no matter what book was recommended, as long as it was written sincerely, what was there to laugh at?
Yu Wei continued reading; this kid was indeed his fan, not forgetting to praise him a few sentences in the composition content.
He followed the paragraphs down; the little fan talked about him coming to be their teacher, with joy revealed between the lines.
A bit off-topic, but no need to laugh; after all, it was writing practice. Even if there were opinions, they should wait until after writing.
The next line directly caused Yu Wei’s brain to crash on the spot.
“One day as a teacher, lifetime as a father, so can we call Yu Wei daddy?”
?
Alright, it’s understandable that it made him laugh…
But Yu Wei’s action wasn’t excessive; it was still tactful. The other party indeed didn’t distinguish the occasion and didn’t stab the wrong person.
