The Teacher's lecture left the two little ones mesmerized.
Zhao Zhitong felt an overwhelming surge of energy, as if she wanted to jump up right then and spin the Teacher around a few times.
Qiao Muchen's eyes also lit up as he cupped his fists and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Teacher. I will always remember your teachings."
Seeing Qiao Muchen cup his fists and bow to the Teacher in gratitude, Zhao Zhitong hurriedly imitated him, cupping her small fists and saying in her sweet, childlike voice, "Tongtong will also remember the Teacher's teachings today."
Scholar Meng stroked his beard and smiled with satisfaction.
Suddenly, as if having made a firm decision, he looked at Zhao Zhitong and asked, "Young girl, are you willing to study under me?"
Zhao Zhitong, confused by the question, replied, "I am already learning from you, Teacher."
Scholar Meng smiled and explained, "What I mean is, are you willing to sit in the classroom and study with me, like the other scholars?"
