abc-du-gratuit Chapter 84 A gentle and charming preschool teacher senior opened a class for child prodigies in the
Chapter 84 A gentle and charming preschool teacher senior opened a class for child prodigies in the
Lin Xian's hand, holding the celadon teacup, paused in mid-air. He slightly raised his handsome eyebrows, showing a hint of interest in the unfamiliar visitor who had walked in.
Sunlight shone on the girl's plain cotton and linen dress, bathing her in a warm, fuzzy glow and giving her a tranquil and reassuring aura.
Village chief Wang Fugui rubbed his calloused hands together, his face crinkling with smiles, and quickly stepped forward to introduce Lin Xian.
Hey kid, this is Li Muwan, the daughter of Old Li from our village. When you were in high school in town, she was two years ahead of you.
Lin Xian squinted and looked her over carefully. The long-forgotten memories in his mind were instantly awakened, and he recognized this gentle senior who was famous in school back then.
Back then, Lin Xian would often play basketball on the playground, sweating profusely, while Li Muwan would always sit quietly under the shade of a tree reading a book, occasionally smiling as she would help them retrieve the ball that flew out of bounds.
Lin Xian put down his teacup, the porcelain bottom making a soft sound as it collided with the white jade tabletop. He looked at the girl carrying the old wooden box with some surprise.
I remember that after graduating from university, my senior stayed in Shanghai and became a teacher at a public kindergarten. How could she bear to give up her secure job in the city and come back to our poor, remote area?
Upon hearing this, Li Muwan's smile turned bitter with helplessness as she placed the old wooden box she was holding on the marble floor.
The educational resources in the city are indeed good, but the unreasonable demands of those parents are becoming increasingly suffocating and overwhelming.
Some parents demand that I reply to messages in WeChat groups instantly, 24 hours a day, or they will call me and give me a lecture if I'm even a minute late.
Some people even went to the principal's office to complain that I was abusing children and demanded my dismissal because their child rolled over and wrinkled their designer shirt during nap time.
I couldn't stand the oppressive environment that treated children like comparison machines, so I quit my job and wanted to go back to my hometown for some peace and quiet.
After hearing this, Lin Xian nodded in deep agreement. He loathed the days of being relentlessly exploited by eccentric clients and unscrupulous bosses.
Looking into Li Muwan's clear and gentle eyes, he felt that the atmosphere of fighting and researching cutting-edge technology in this special zone all day long really needed something soft to balance it out.
The elderly folks in the village spend all day wearing VR glasses and dancing in a virtual golden hall, while their kids run around everywhere. They definitely need someone to keep an eye on them.
Lin Xian leaned back in the soft rocking chair and activated the system's holographic control panel directly in his mind.
System, designate a vacant lot on the east side of the manor and build me a floating kindergarten with the highest configuration in the entire galaxy.
The swarm of nano-engineered insects from underground once again sprang forth, and a storm of silver metal swept across the lawn on the east side of the manor.
In less than five minutes, a floating castle, full of fairytale charm yet exuding a cyberpunk technological feel, rose from the ground.
The castle's outer walls are made of bulletproof colored nano glass that can automatically adjust its light transmittance, allowing sunlight to filter through and cast dazzling spots of light inside.
The yard not only has an anti-gravity floating slide, but also several holographic pandas specially designed to play with children, which look even more adorable than real pandas.
Li Muwan stared blankly at this top-notch kindergarten that looked like it had been pulled out of a science fiction fairy tale, covering her mouth with her hands and unable to utter a word for a long time.
Lin Xian pointed to the newly built castle and yawned with a hint of laziness.
Since you enjoy teaching children, I'll entrust this Qingshui Prodigy Class to you as its director. You'll also be in charge of the orphans adopted by the manor and the children from the village.
Your salary will be paid at ten times the highest standard in Shanghai. If any parents dare to come here and boss you around, I'll have my big yellow dog bite them all out.
Li Muwan's eyes reddened, and large tears welled up in her eyes. She never dreamed that she would receive such heavenly treatment after resigning and returning to her hometown.
She bowed deeply to Lin Xian, picked up the wooden box from the ground, and ran impatiently towards that pure land of education that belonged to her.
Within a few days, all the eligible children in Qingshui County were lined up by their parents to be sent to this prodigy class.
Along with the few homeless orphans previously taken in by the manor, they also put on the system-customized constant temperature protective school uniforms and sat obediently in the bright classroom.
Su Qinghan and Mu Qingxue, two once powerful businesswomen, scoffed at this kind of early childhood education, thinking that teaching little kids to count was a complete waste of time.
That afternoon, Tang Wu rushed out of the underground laboratory with a thick stack of data reports in her hand and a look of horror on her face.
Boss, you should go and take a look! What kind of teaching equipment did you equip the kindergarten with? Those four- or five-year-old kids are already pushing the limits of human intelligence!
Lin Xian, carrying a glass of chilled juice, strolled to the transparent glass window of the prodigy class and curiously peeked into the classroom.
The classroom has no traditional blackboard and chalk, but instead a floating quantum interactive computing screen that occupies an entire wall.
Li Muwan, dressed in a soft cotton-linen dress, stood smiling at the children on the podium, holding a glowing pointer in her hand.
Sitting in the audience were about twenty toddlers, around four or five years old, each wearing a delicate silver metal headband.
That was a basic knowledge transfer device that Lin Xian had casually redeemed in the system a couple of days ago. It could imprint a vast knowledge base into a person's subconscious without damage through weak brainwave resonance.
A chubby little boy with snot running down his nose stood up, took a holographic stylus, and scribbled a long string of complex calculus equations on the screen.
Another little girl with pigtails was lying on the table, explaining the multidimensional topological structure of quantum mechanics to her friend in her childish voice.
Li Muwan walked down from the podium with a look of satisfaction and stuck a big red flower on the forehead of the chubby boy who wrote the calculus equation correctly.
The scene was incredibly heartwarming, but the obscure academic content on the blackboard was absurd to the extreme, creating a stark visual contrast.
Standing outside the window, secretly observing, Zhong Xiaoai pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the advanced calculus problem on the blackboard that even she would spend three hours solving.
This problem was solved in three seconds by a five-year-old child who was still losing his baby teeth, and the calculation steps were simplified to a perfect degree.
The top female academician of the National Academy of Sciences collapsed to the ground, her legs giving way. She reached out and grabbed her hair, beginning to doubt whether all the books she had read over the past few decades had been wasted.
The foreign academic elites outside the gate, who were still arguing fiercely over a superconducting formula, happened to see this scene through the optical glass.
A four-and-a-half-year-old boy with a runny nose walked out of the classroom to go to the toilet. As he passed the door, he casually picked up a piece of chalk and wrote the final answer that had stumped them for three days on their blackboard.
The little boy sniffled, glanced at the group of female academic geniuses as if they were idiots, and strode back to the classroom with his pacifier in his mouth.
The most beautiful girl in the physics department at Cambridge University looked at the perfect derivation formula on the blackboard, her pride was completely crushed, and she squatted on the ground, hugging her head and wailing.
Ma Hualong, dressed in a security guard uniform, squatted in the corner, watching the village chief's grandson reciting ancient poems in multiple languages. His thermos cup trembled like a sieve.
This isn't just Lin Ye running a kindergarten; he's practically mass-producing Einsteins. Once these little prodigies grow up, they'll shake up the entire global technology industry.
Zhou Bapi was so jealous that he slapped his thigh, wishing he could learn the art of bone shrinking and turn into a four-year-old child so he could sneak in and wear that glowing silver headband.
Lin Xian crunched the ice cube in his mouth, making a crisp sound, quite satisfied with the results of this kind of forced growth black technology teaching.
If there are any complicated engineering drawings in the manor that need to be manually verified in the future, just throw them to these kids as weekend homework, and you can save money by hiring experts.
Li Muwan became the most popular and gentle kindergarten principal among the children in the area, and she no longer had to deal with those urban parents who were so overworked that they were sickly.
Looking at these children who possess super brains yet still retain their childlike innocence every day, she feels that her educational ideals have been perfectly realized here.
Xia Anran carried a large bowl of mutated cookies, freshly baked in an antimatter oven, into the classroom and served afternoon tea to each of the prodigies who were diligently working on their problems.
The little kids cheered and took the cookies, taking a bite. The rich, milky aroma made them squint their eyes in happiness, their mouths covered in cookie crumbs.
The holographic television in the corner of the classroom was lit up, playing the hottest 3D children's cartoons that outside TV stations had imported at great expense.
After finishing their calculus exam, a few child prodigies pointed at the 3D animated film playing on TV, pouting and complaining that the flat visual effects were too boring.