My Empress is My Bad Girl

Zhao Shu opened another bag, took out a thick pile of certificates from it, and said, "Here are all the certificates I got since I was a kid, as well as the school's appointment letter, and the teacher's card. Anyone who has any questions can come to inquire."

A boy smiled and said: "Teacher, are you because you are too young to convince the crowd? You also bring these certificates to all classes."

Zhao Shu said, "Maybe."

In fact, he only got these things, and he never opened them.

His awards and other things are naturally fake, but the certificate is true.

With the abilities of the Li family, this is not a big problem.

Zhao Shu said, "Sit down, classmate."

The boy blushed and sat down without saying a word.

But he would look up at the word on the blackboard from time to time.

The more he watched, the more he liked it.

Zhao Shu said: "Today is the first class of calligraphy. Let me tell you about the origin and evolution of calligraphy."

He found these things in advance, flipped through them, and remembered them.

The original content was boring, but the students listened with gusto.

Zhao Shu watched the students look up at him, and suddenly felt that it was the same as accepting the gaze of soldiers on the battlefield.

They all look to themselves, trust themselves, and rely on themselves.

Zhao Shu's voice softened.

He would occasionally scan Yun Dai sitting by the bed.

She had been playing with her mobile phone before bowing her head, but from the beginning of his formal lecture, she took out the book and pen and recorded while listening.

In fact, these do not need to be memorized or tested.

But for some reason, seeing her so focused, Zhao Shu felt inexplicably healed.

After talking about the origin of calligraphy, he took out his four treasures of the study and introduced them in the same way.

The four treasures of this study were also prepared for him by the school, which is naturally incomparable with the ones he used before, but the quality is also good.

Everyone knows these things, so he will talk about them briefly and it will do.

The next step is to formally learn to pinch the pen.

Picking up the brush, Zhao Shu asked, "You all know how to pinch a brush, right?"

Here are a few who are indeed calligraphy lovers, and they are all pretty good, such as the arrogant boy before.

But most of them come to mix credits.

Zhao Shu had known before that although writing with brush pens is no longer used in this season, ordinary primary and secondary schools will carry out courses in this area.

The most basic pinch pen should be fine.

Zhao Shu glanced, and saw the students spread out the paper obediently and took out the brush.

At this time, a girl raised her hand: "Teacher, I am not very good at it. Can you teach me?"

Zhao Shu looked up, and the girl sat in front of Yun Dai.

He put down the pen and walked over.

As he walked around, the girls followed his figure.

Zhao Shu stopped by the girl who asked the question and said, "Give me the pen."

The girl held the pen: "Teacher, you teach me this way."

The other women showed contempt.

This girl is too explicit to hook up.

Not ashamed.

Zhao Shu raised his eyebrows slightly and looked back at Yun Dai.

Yun Dai felt his gaze, and raised her head, somewhat puzzled: "Teacher, is there any problem?"

"This classmate's gesture of pinching the pen is very standard. Come and help the classmate in front of you."

"okay."

Yun Dai got up, bent over to hold the girl's hand, and taught her to pinch the pen.

Zhao Shu Shi Shiran returned to the podium.

The girl didn't succeed, but still grinning, pulling Yun Dai to sit next to her.