Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

As it turns out, Jingran's concerns were not unfounded.

Yuan Ying had neither taught children nor understood Jing Shu's teachings. So, he could only bite the bullet and read it anyway.

"The conduct of a gentleman..."

Although Yuan Ying read it without any emotion, his pleasant voice made it sound somewhat decent.

However, since the children were learning this new text, they read it with some difficulty.

At first, Yuan Ying could hold back, but as the children's reading got worse and worse, the pressure on Yuan Ying's body also decreased.

In the end, not a single person dared to read along.

Jing Ran sighed softly, stood up and walked to the side of the Nascent Soul. She reached out a hand and grasped the textbook in the Nascent Soul's hand, gently moving the textbook towards herself.

"Let me see this article."

The nascent soul had stopped the moment Jing Ran stood up. When Jing Ran stood beside him, the irritation in the nascent soul's eyes gradually disappeared. He knew that his master was coming to help him.

"Aran, I really can't teach her well..." The Nascent Soul looked at Jingran and secretly transmitted his voice to her using spiritual power.

"Hmm, it's okay, I'll help you." Jing Shu glanced at Jing Shu, then lowered his head to read.

Jingran and Yuanying read it aloud together again. Seeing that their brother Jingshu was no longer angry, the children became bolder and read more and more fluently. Xu Sheng, who had been worried, was relieved to see this.

After finally finishing the reading, Xu Sheng went to get the pens and paper the children would use for their calligraphy practice.

"Jingran, come with me to get it." Xu Sheng called to Jingran.

“I’ll go with you.” Yuan Ying stepped forward. “Aran, rest here for a while.” After saying that, he followed Xu Sheng away.

Xu Sheng went to the study, took the things he needed from the bookshelf, and handed them to Yuan Ying.

"Jing Shu, do you know why Jing Ran's teaching of the children was so effective yesterday, but today when you taught them, the learning effect was so poor?" Xu Sheng said while holding some things.

"Why?" the Nascent Soul asked, puzzled.

He believed that although his reading lacked emotion, his pronunciation was absolutely clear and accurate, making it a model for reading aloud. But the children, the more he taught them, the worse they became.

He initially thought it was because these kids hadn't read carefully, but after hearing what Xu Sheng said, it seemed like that wasn't the case.

“When you were teaching the children to read, your face was dark, and you seemed very angry. Children are very sensitive to adults' emotions, and when they sensed you were angry, they were afraid. As a result, they read worse and worse. Later, Jingran read with you, and your mood gradually calmed down. They sensed it too, which is why they read so well afterward,” Xu Sheng explained.

"Did I look really grumpy back then?" the Nascent Soul asked incredulously. He thought he had hidden his impatience well enough.

"Yes." Xu Sheng nodded firmly. "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Maybe..." the Nascent Soul mumbled vaguely.

If this person can figure it out, wouldn't Master be able to see it too? Won't Master think he's too harsh on the children and thus dislike him?

The nascent soul suddenly felt a sense of unease.

The children on the other side were also surrounding Jingran, asking her similar questions.

"Brother Jingran, why does Brother Jingshu seem so fierce today?"

"Did we do too badly in our studies? Is Brother Jingshu angry?"

Jingran gently shook her head. "Jingshu isn't angry. He's just not very good at this. Just like when you first learned this article, it was his first time trying to teach you."

"Oh! Brother Jingshu doesn't know how, so he's nervous, right!"

"So that's it!"

Jingran looked at the group of children in front of her. In fact, Jingshu had been quite fierce and impatient with the children today.

But thinking about how Jing Shu childishly asked the children questions; how the children made Jing Shu laugh, and he actually laughed, even though it was a scary laugh, and how he would call him "A Ran" with a pitiful look afterward; and how Jing Shu would ask him for help by telepathically speaking when he went up to the podium to help.

Jingran felt that Jingshu's minor mistakes today could be forgiven.

Just then, Yuan Ying and Xu Sheng walked over carrying things.

Jingran got up and followed the two to distribute the things they had brought.

"Brother Jingshu! Can you teach me to write?" a little boy asked, mustering his courage.

Since Brother Jingran said that Brother Jingshu wasn't angry, then Brother Jingshu must not be angry!

He can't stop liking Jing Shu just because his brother Jing Shu looked sour from being too nervous!

“Okay.” Yuan Ying agreed, unlike his usual self.

He wanted to save his image in his master's eyes!

Jingran and Xu Sheng originally thought that there would be no more problems with practicing calligraphy, but... that was just what they thought.

"Wow! Brother Jingshu! Your handwriting is so cool today! Should I learn to write this style today?"

“Of course.” Yuan Ying wrote a poem on the paper and handed it to the boy.

"Here, you can practice on your own first."

"Okay!" The boy took the paper and began to copy it.

Yuan Ying was in a good mood, but when he saw the boy's scribbles, he fell silent.

"Don't get angry, don't be fierce!" Yuan Ying silently repeated this sentence three times before speaking in the calmest tone.

"You wrote this incorrectly, let me teach you."

The nascent soul grasped the boy's hand and guided him to write it again. But when he let the boy write on his own, the handwriting reverted to its original state.

"..."

"What's wrong?" Jing Ran, who had been watching Jing Shu closely, noticed something was amiss and came over. "Is there a character you can't write well?"

But when Jingran saw the handwriting that Jingshu had taught the boy, he was speechless.

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Xu Sheng curiously came over, but when he saw what they were saying, he didn't know what to say.

The font Yuan Ying wrote was not the kind of font suitable for children's early education, but cursive script, which was elegant and arrogant.

This is hardly suitable for children to write! And...

[I see all living beings as grass and trees, but you alone I see as a green mountain.]

How can you teach a child to write a love poem?!

Xu Sheng was startled, but the Nascent Soul didn't sense anything amiss and instead asked him, "Is there something wrong with my handwriting?"

Xu Sheng looked utterly bewildered. Is there a problem?! A huge problem!

Not to mention that this font is completely unsuitable for a child of this age! Love poems! You're teaching a child to write love poems?! How old is he?! If his parents find out, will my private school still be able to operate?!

“No problem,” Jing Ran suddenly said.

Then he picked up the paper, folded it, and put it in his sleeve.

"It's just that the font isn't suitable for him to learn right now. The poem is nice, but it's not suitable either. You should choose a different introductory poem."

After saying that, he emphasized again, "It can't be in the same style as this poem."

"Alright." The Nascent Soul nodded in agreement. Whatever his master said, went ahead.

The boy standing to the side looked a little disappointed, "Ah~ such cool handwriting, can't I learn it?"