Originally, Lin Nianhe felt that only ten tables in a classroom were too few and there would definitely not be enough seats.
But when I brought the students back to the classroom and assigned their seats, I found that there were still four empty tables at the end of the classroom.
In other words, there are only twelve students in her class.
Well, there are fewer people than the private aristocratic school she once attended. Their village elementary school has already become a world-class teaching environment.
Lin Nianhe looked at them, thinking happily.
Before today, she had done illiteracy for her aunts, watched many teaching videos of special teachers, and had given lessons to Niu Wa to practice.
But now facing a pair of clear eyes, Lin Nianhe was still speechless.
The clothes they wore were all half-used, and some were even patched, but they were all washed very clean, probably because they had been specially cleaned because it was the first day of school. The shabby clothes could not stop the expectations of these children. They were like sunflowers, raising their heads slightly and looking at their Teacher Lin eagerly.
Lin Nianhe felt that he had to say something, otherwise these little beans would be frightened.
She opened her mouth and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
Niuwa sitting in the first row: "..."
"Eat." "Didn't eat." "Eat steamed buns."
The other children were very cooperative and answered seriously, and the classroom suddenly became more carefree and lively.
Lin Nianhe was standing in front of Niu Wa, his hand unconsciously resting on the table, and his index finger tapping lightly on the table, the frequency was slightly faster and the rhythm was chaotic.
Niu Wa looked around and saw that the little girl at his desk was not looking at him, so he quietly stretched out his hand and held Lin Nianhe's fingertips.
The little guy discovered for the first time that Sister Lin's hands could be so cold.
Lin Nianhe felt her fingertips being wrapped in warmth. She breathed a silent sigh of relief, and her heart slowly returned to its original position.
She smiled, a beautiful smile.
"Hello, classmates, my name is Lin Nianhe. I am your class teacher and the teacher who teaches you Chinese and arithmetic." Lin Nianhe said to them with a smile on his lips, "In the first class today, let's get to know each other first. Come to the podium and introduce yourself."
Lin Nianhe only saw the list of students, but the names and faces didn't match up at all.
The four words "self-introduction" were a bit unfamiliar to the children. They looked at Lin Nianhe blankly, and no one said anything.
Lin Nianhe understood the confusion in their eyes and explained: "Just tell me your name, where you live, and what you usually like to do and what you want to do in the future."
After that, she gently let go of Niu Wa's little hand, walked to the first row near the door, and gently tapped the table of the little girl with short hair on the left: "Let's start from your row, everyone come up one by one. Whatever you say is fine.”
The little girl was obviously very nervous, but the teacher said she had to get up.
She rubbed her clothes and stood up, her face flushed. The boy at the same table made way for her, and she moved out in small steps and slowly moved to the podium.
She clutched the corners of her clothes tightly and glanced at Lin Nianhe.
Lin Nianhe stood by the door, looking at her with a smile, and nodded to her to express encouragement.
The little girl took a deep breath and finally spoke: "I, I... my name is Guan, Guan Suli... I, I am from the Shili Brigade..."
Guan Suli's face was so red that she was almost bleeding, her voice was low, her big deer-like eyes wandered around twice, looking helplessly at Lin Nianhe.
When Lin Nianhe saw her request for help, he reminded her and asked, "What does Suli usually like to do?"
Guan Suli thought about it and said, "I like to fight pigweed."
"Then what do you want to do in the future?"
"I want to be a women's director..."
When Guan Suli spoke at the end, her voice was so soft that other students could hardly hear her.
"Okay." Lin Nianhe heard her "dream" and applauded her with a smile. She said, "Su Li said it very well. Other students can just say this to Su Li."
Seeing that Guan Suli was still standing in front of the podium and not daring to move, she waved to her to indicate that she could come back.
Guan Suli ran very fast this time, running back to her seat as if running away and burying her head in her arms.
Lin Nianhe motioned to her deskmate to introduce herself with her eyes, while she stood in front of Guan Suli's desk, put her hand on her head, and rubbed it twice.
Guan Suli's shoulders trembled slightly and she looked up at Lin Nianhe.
Lin Nianhe smiled at her, bent down and whispered in her ear: "I also think you can be as powerful as Aunt Wang in the future."
Guan Suli bravely looked at her. After a moment, the little girl smiled, showing her white teeth.
Lin Nianhe rubbed her head again, straightened up and looked at the boy who walked to the podium.
The boy was more courageous and not so shy. He said directly: "My name is He Jianyu. I am from Jiuli Brigade. My eldest brother is a soldier. I will also be a soldier in the future!"
He Jianyu, also known as Erwang, straightened his waist, raised his chin, and gave a decent military salute after speaking.
Lin Nianhe smiled and nodded: "Yes, I will protect my family and country from now on."
"Yes!" He Jianyu nodded vigorously, swung his arms and walked back to his seat, not forgetting to straighten his back when he sat down.
Lin Nianhe also rubbed his head equally.
He Jianyu blushed and lowered his head.
The next person to introduce himself was the boy in the back seat of Guan Suli. He was thin, with a pointed chin, and looked like a monkey cub.
"My name is Wang Liuzhu, from the Shili Brigade. I usually like to make fires, and I have to eat when I make fires... When I grow up, I want to be like my strong brother, who can kick me into a ditch with one kick!"
Lin Nianhe: "..."
There were so many flaws that she didn’t know where to start.
But she was very sure that she had to find an opportunity for this kid to see his strong brother being kicked into a ditch.
Lin Nianhe clapped his hands mechanically and boasted: "Then you must be very good at making fires...hehehe, next one."
Wang Liuzhu's deskmate had a completely different style from him. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he walked steadily, like a young adult.
"My name is Yang Jun, I'm from Jiuli Brigade. I usually like to work in the fields with my father. I can get five work points..."
Lin Nianhe: "...?"
Yang Jun did not feel Lin Nianhe's shock and depression, and continued to talk to himself: "From now on, I want to be the most energetic laborer in the brigade, and I want to earn ten work points every day!"
Lin Nianhe covered his painful heart, with an almost imperceptible tremor in his voice: "Okay, okay, you have to perform well in labor class. Your labor class teacher used to get ten work points every day."
Yang Jun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked: "When will the labor class start?"
Lin Nianhe recalled the class schedule and replied: "Second period this afternoon."
"Okay! I will definitely perform well!"
Yang Junxiong returned to his seat proudly, not noticing that Teacher Xiao Lin's heart had been broken into pieces.
Lin Nianhe glanced at the row of four students and briefly summarized in his mind:
A shy little girl who aspires to be like Aunt Wang, who can defeat the entire village;
A silly boy who is destined to be the next village bully and whose dream is to kick his brother into a ditch;
One is a quasi-strong laborer who wants to take root in the black soil and earn five work points at the age of six...
In such a comparison, He Jianyu's dream of becoming a soldier seems out of place because it is too normal and reasonable.
Lin Nianhe didn't know at this moment that He Jianyu's normality and reasonableness were not limited to this row...
(End of chapter)
