The room fell into an oddly quiet atmosphere.
Next to the desk, the Teacher and the student, one standing, the other kneeling.
Mr. Zhao, holding a scroll, cast a loving and approving glance at the very studious student, Su Qingdai.
Her face flushed, she stammered, "Ziyu, how... how do you use this textbook, how do you read it?"
"How to read? Of course, you start by reading with your mouth, then delve into the experience... Good girl, take out your textbook first, and I'll teach you slowly."
"How, how can I read it with my mouth, it's so scary, so long, can it really be read completely with the mouth?"
Su Qingdai's voice even had a trailing tone as she glanced at her textbook, and her delicate body shivered,
The Teacher patted the student's little head, pressed it down, and nodded in encouragement, "Good girl, take out your textbook, I'll definitely teach you well."
