My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 442 - 307 Ziyu, be a bit more careful_2

He then turned his head, no longer paying attention to her, but instead surveyed the surroundings of the hall.

Where his indifferent gaze passed, those dissatisfied students successively bowed their heads or averted their gazes, avoiding eye contact with Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong glanced toward the back door of the hall.

He muttered, "I’ll step out for a while; you all continue to study on your own, and yes, practice this ’zheng’ character. I’ll be back soon to explain it to you in detail."

With those words, Zhao Rong looked at Yu Huaijin.

He noted that she had already lowered her eyes, remaining silent as she laid out her paper, took up her brush, and ground the ink, preparing to copy the character ’zheng’.

It seemed she had already been subdued by him.

Zhao Rong then directly turned and temporarily left Shuaixing Hall.

After he left, the hall quieted down for a moment.

Wu Peiliang looked in the direction where the man had disappeared, his face colored with resentment.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

He turned to a particular prim young lady and spoke with a tone of gratitude, "Thank you, Senior Yu, but unfortunately this has implicated..."

Yu Huaijin, without looking up, interrupted, "No need to say more, Brother Wu. Quietly write, and review thoroughly for the big exam when you go back."

Her tone was calm.

...

After Zhao Rong stepped out, he exhaled softly.

"You really got me, almost turned things upside down. Yes, there are always those who mean to harm me."

He remarked sarcastically to himself.

He understood the meaning behind Yu Huaijin’s actions.

He didn’t find her sudden opposition inappropriate.

It was merely a difference in perspective.

Yu Huaijin, concerned about the overall performance of Shuaixing Hall in the upcoming mid-month exam, pleaded for Wu Peiliang, which Zhao Rong understood.

It was precisely because of this understanding that he felt it even more necessary to ’suppress’ her.

To completely nip this undesirable trend in the bud.

Although it was Zhao Rong’s first time teaching as a Teacher, his empathy and innate sensitivity to human nature allowed him to adapt quickly.

In the hall, he could sometimes guess what those students were thinking just by their subtle expressions and movements.

Thus, after about half a month of teaching, Zhao Rong had established certain principles and teaching methods.

Questions and errors could be raised.

He was willing to explain patiently.

This was under the condition of not undermining the Teacher’s authority.

But just now in the Shuaixing Hall, those actions that undermined Zhao Rong’s authority as a Teacher needed to be subdued decisively and swiftly.

Words that had been spoken could not be easily retracted.

Otherwise, it would set a bad precedent, and then all sorts of bizarre issues would emerge.

Teacher or not a Teacher, student or not a student.

Once the discipline is lost, the team cannot be led.

Zhao Rong actually grew somewhat tired of arguing over these principles, because no matter how sensible these principles seemed, there would always be someone arguing against them, sometimes even more vehemently than himself.

He had seen too much of such matters in his previous life, having once been passionately ’trigger-happy’.

But what was the outcome? No one convinced the other, and it just wasted his zeal.

Completely in vain.

So he refrained from elaborating further. Now, Zhao Rong’s approach was that even if someone confidently told him "the sun actually rises from the west,"

He would earnestly reply, "You’re right."

Then proceed as he had planned.

’You think what you think,’ and I’ll stick to ’what I believe.’

No need to say much, just quietly do what needs to be done.

Yes, Zhao Rong also felt that this way of thinking was somewhat rascal-like, not giving others a chance to reason.

But Zhao Rong felt that talking did no good. Convincing him was also pointless.

Who doesn’t know how to reason?

But you still have to show it in actions, to see the results before Zhao Rong truly knew what was right and what was wrong.

Just like now, Zhao Rong’s different teaching methods for the students of Shuaixing Hall and Justice Hall were the result of careful consideration and experimentation.

Initially, he adopted a certain "happy education" model for both schools.

But he later discovered that it was indeed suitable for Justice Hall.

Zhao Rong got along harmoniously with them in Justice Hall.

The mode was ’be strict when necessary, be approachable when appropriate.’

But it was not the case with Shuaixing Hall. This model met with strong resistance, and the past incidents and criticisms were proof.

Therefore, Zhao Rong switched to a different approach for Shuaixing Hall, the one he was using now.

So far, it seemed better than before.

Consequently, just now when Zhao Rong asked Yu Huaijin to write two hundred sheets of the ’zheng’ character, he did not explain anything.

But actually, if Zhao Rong was not mistaken,

Zhu Yourong in this month’s mid-term exam would quite likely test it.

Yes, and another character she was currently practicing, ’yong,’ was expected to be part of this midterm exam’s Calligraphy subject.

That was why Zhao Rong had asked Yu Huaijin and the students of Shuaixing Hall to practice more.

Over these days,

Zhao Rong had come to understand something else.

Previously, he quite believed in the saying, "There are no bad students, only incapable Teachers."

Feeling that it truly meant teaching without distinction.

But now, Zhao Rong had his doubts.

Good heavens, if a student simply won’t listen or learn, teaching them to death is futile.

Yes, is there then a need to touch the student’s heart profoundly while also moving oneself to tears?

And then both Teacher and student tearfully awaken, repenting deeply, and the wayward student promises that next time they will surely...

Of course, these were just Zhao Rong’s musings and banter.

The teaching that needed to be done, still had to be done.

He had promised Zhu Yourong to do his utmost in teaching the Calligraphy classes of these two schools.

Outside Shuaixing Hall, Zhao Rong, with his sleeves folded, walked calmly towards the rear exit.