Back in the office, Han Wei was extremely frustrated and his self-confidence suffered an unprecedented blow.
Shi Tingyu said: "Children don't have bad intentions. Once they get familiar with you, they will gradually adapt to it."
Han Wei thought that now that he was out working, he could no longer ask his parents or elders for help like before. He had to win the favor of his children on his own.
While Shi Tingyu was preparing lessons, he was thinking about how to win the favor of the children.
After consulting Shi Tingyu, he decided to spend a class with his children making clay sculptures. These are generally things that younger children like.
After school that day, he went back to dig a lot of mud.
According to Teacher Shi, this kind of yellow mud has good viscosity. It can be diluted with water into mud soup, and then dried in the sun. When the water evaporates to a certain extent, the top layer of very fine mud paste becomes a good primary material for clay sculpture.
When he was making clay sculptures by himself before, he didn't know this at all. He just dug some sticky soil and mixed it in.
He makes clay sculptures mainly to better grasp the space and structure, so the requirements for clay are not high.
It was also at this time that he realized how good it was to have a good teacher to guide him in art.
Captain Han finished his work in the camp and hurried back to the family home.
I don’t know if the brat from his family has been admitted as a teacher.
Before others entered the house, the sound could be heard from afar.
"Daughter-in-law, is Xiaowei back?"
When others entered the courtyard, Sister-in-law Han said: "You're back, you're back, you don't know how to control your loud voice, the neighbors heard it."
Captain Han did not feel dissatisfied and said with a smile: "Aren't I anxious? How is the brat doing? Have you passed the exam?"
Speaking of this, Sister-in-law Han showed a smile on her face, "I passed the exam and went to school directly today. Now I teach the first and second grade. In the first few days, my wife Xiao Lu will take care of me. When he gets familiar with it, I will go to class alone." .”
Captain Han breathed a sigh of relief and strode to Han Wei's room, "I'm going to see the brat."
When Captain Han entered the house, he found that his brat was still making mud.
Leader Han:...
Is this something to do with Mudbar?
"You've already become a teacher, why are you still playing in the mud?" Captain Han couldn't control himself and asked.
Han Wei was not as casual as before this time. He explained the reason for the mud to Captain Han very seriously.
Hearing that he was doing business, Captain Han didn't say anything unpleasant. He just couldn't help but mutter in his heart, his son wouldn't mislead his children, right? The school is a place for teaching, don't let his son do this. The brat taught all the students to only love playing in the mud.
At that time, those parents will not be able to find his home?
But looking at his son's serious expression, he thought to himself, forget it, let's take a look at the situation first. He finally found something serious to do, so he couldn't dampen his enthusiasm.
On the other side, after dinner, Lu Weiguo took Shi Tingyu to the camp.
The night in Jinling in December was cold and cold, with the temperature around two or three degrees Celsius. When the wind blew, the chill seemed to penetrate into the seams of the bones, making people wish they could wrap themselves up in bed.
It is hard for northerners to imagine how cold these places are.
Lu Weiguo put his military coat on Shi Tingyu and took him into his arms.
He was tall and almost wrapped her tightly, which made Shi Tingyu warm a lot.
There are no street lights here, only the flashlight's constantly shaking aperture to guide the way.
It was winter, and the people in the family home basically didn’t come out at night. The two of them didn’t meet anyone else while walking.
Today is Shi Tingyu's first day teaching the soldiers.
The people were screened in advance by Lu Weiguo.
As soon as he walked into the classroom arranged by the camp, Shi Tingyu saw more than fifty people sitting in darkness.
They sat upright with sharp eyes. On the wooden table in front of them, there was a pen and a notebook neatly placed beside them.
Shi Tingyu, who was used to teaching elementary school students, felt a little uncomfortable when she saw this scene.
Lu Weiguo closed the classroom door smoothly. The wind disappeared, and Shi Tingyu felt that his body was getting warmer.
She was about to take off her military coat, but Lu Weiguo stopped her, "You wear it, don't get cold."
Shi Tingyu then stopped continuing.
Although everyone on the seats was sitting upright, their eyes were moving back and forth between Shi Tingyu and Lu Weiguo, and they could not hide the excitement in their eyes.
Not to mention that Shi Tingyu had learned some criminal investigation techniques and micro-expressions when she was taking the portrait artist exam. Even if she hadn't learned anything, she could still tell what these young people were thinking.
She coughed lightly and tried to mistake this neat group of warriors for school students. Thinking about the way she taught the students on the first day, she said: "Let me introduce myself to everyone. My last name is Shi Tingyu. From now on, I will give it to the students." Everyone takes classes on criminal psychology and micro-expressions.”
"Of course, I'm not a professional in this area. What I can do is share with you some of my own experiences. I hope it can be useful to you."
As soon as she finished speaking, the soldiers below began to applaud.
That uniform applause made Shi Tingyu so embarrassed that she almost got cancer.
She pressed her hands, coughed lightly and said, "Everyone just listen to the lecture, just listen to the lecture."
Shi Tingyu didn't talk nonsense and went directly to the topic.
"I know that everyone does not have a systematic concept of micro-expressions and some psychological knowledge. Now I will find someone to cooperate with me in an experiment."
Everyone in the audience looked at Shi Tingyu with bright eyes. The meaning was very clear, choose me, choose me!
Seeing this, Lu Weiguo was the first to raise his hand, "Teacher Shi, I can cooperate with you."
Shi Tingyu rolled her eyes at him, and finally pointed at a young soldier sitting in the middle and outside.
When his name was called, the little warrior looked excited, stepped onto the stage briskly, and saluted Shi Tingyu.
Shi Tingyu nodded, then turned to face the students in the classroom and said, "Now, I will shake hands with him, and then ask a few questions to guess what the other person is thinking at this time."
Everyone was a little unconvinced, but they had always been relatively disciplined and did not whisper to each other.
The little warrior had curiosity in his eyes at this time.
Shi Tingyu shook hands with him.
The little warrior's face was slightly red at this time, and his palms were slightly sweaty.
Shi Tingyu smiled and asked the first question: "Are you nervous?"
The little warrior nodded.
Shi Tingyu shook the other person's hand and felt the force of the other person's unconscious pulling. She asked, "Are you looking forward to the content of today's class?"
"Looking forward to it." When the little warrior answered, his face was firm and he looked straight at Shi Tingyu.
Shi Tingyu smiled. She looked at the other person and said, "No need to ask anymore, I already know what you are thinking."
As soon as she finished speaking, the little warrior let go of his hand with a smile on his face and looked at Shi Tingyu.
Shi Tingyu said: "You were just thinking that you could know what I was thinking by shaking hands and asking a few questions. Why don't I believe it?"
The little warrior opened his mouth slightly, his face full of surprise, obviously he had been guessed.
Shi Tingyu explained to everyone: "When I shook hands with him, his palms were slightly sweaty. This was a sign of nervousness."
"When I shook his hand, he did not follow the force of my shaking, but moved back. This shows that he has a strong character. Generally, such people are not easily influenced by other people's words."
"I asked him if he was looking forward to the content of today's class? He said he was looking forward to it, which was true. But when he answered the question, he looked straight at me. That was his subconscious action. She wanted to know through my expression. Do I believe what he just said?"
"Why does he want to make sure that I believe his answer? There is only one answer. He is right to look forward to the content of the class, but in his heart he does not think that I can tell what he is thinking through a handshake and a few questions. "
"Another point is that after I said that I already knew what he was thinking, he immediately let go of his hand. This was a bit of an evasive behavior. He was afraid that I would see through his thoughts. What kind of thoughts are he afraid of being seen through by me? That’s his distrust of me.”
