At the time of the second day, Yu Xiaolian was already standing in the classroom of Shuren Academy.
At this time, there were no blackboards or chalk in the classroom, only a long wooden desk at the front of the classroom.
Looking further down, the students were seated on the ground, sitting on three-foot-long mats made of thin rush grass, bordered with fabric.
In front of each person was a long desk, on which lay paper, ink, brushes, and inkstones.
Standing before so many students for the first time, Yu Xiaolian inevitably felt a bit nervous.
She wasn't facing ten or eight students, but more than thirty.
There were old and young alike.
The young ones were like Xiaohu and his peers, just beginning their education, around six or seven years old, the middle-aged ones like Su Jingchen and Zheng Yuanfeng, in their teens, and the older ones were even older than her father, with beards.
