Chapter 82: The Conflict in the Parents' Group

In the Great Tang's Taiji Hall.

The Minister of the Ministry of Rites was about to continue his loud remonstrance, but his voice suddenly stuck in his throat.

Kong Yingda sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.

In the Great Tang's private schools, teachers instructing young children relied entirely on a single ruler and their own mouths.

One-on-one oral transmission.

Teaching ten characters and explaining half a book required spending most of the daylight hours.

The progress was extremely slow.

Li Shimin let out a cold sneer.

"Does having boys and girls sit together violate propriety?"

"Open your eyes wide and look clearly."

"That glowing board, a single picture, a single sound! Instantly subduing the unruliness of forty yellow-mouthed children!"

Li Shimin walked down the steps, stopping before Kong Yingda to ask in a harsh voice:

"Kong Jijiu, a great Confucian scholar of the Great Tang, how many young children can you teach in a single day?"

Kong Yingda lowered his head: "Replying to Your Majesty. With one-on-one tutoring, it is merely three or five people a day."

"If it is a large class, it is no more than ten people."

"Fool!" Li Shimin flicked his sleeves, "Look at the future! A female teacher stands before the platform."

"Once that glowing board is turned on. Forty people receive instruction simultaneously!"

Li Shimin turned around, facing the entire hall.

"This is called the large-class teaching method! This is called mass production of talent!"

The emperor's extremely keen political scent pierced through the underlying logic of modern education popularization.

It was not because there were many teachers, but because of this extremely efficient centralized teaching model.

"Transmit my decree!"

"From this moment on, the Imperial Academy shall abolish the old system of private schools with separate compartments."

"Smash those walls for me and build large halls."

"Gather the students together; one teacher speaks, and dozens of students listen below."

"Replace that method of rich illustrations with drawings on wooden boards, and hang them at the very front!"

"If the Great Tang is to promote the enlightenment of all people, it cannot use that slow method."

"I will use this machine of large-class teaching to stuff the commoner children of the Great Tang into schools batch by batch, and then produce them batch by batch!"

On the third day at the new school, at ten in the morning.

The bell for the break rang.

The homeroom teacher walked out of the classroom holding a lesson plan.

More than forty children left their seats.

The classroom was filled with running, screaming, and playing sounds.

Xiao Sizi sat in the third row by the window, having already grown somewhat accustomed to it.

She opened the newly issued "Art" textbook and took out the pencil sharpened by that newly bought fully automatic pencil sharpener.

She outlined lines on the pristine sketchbook.

The education of the Great Tang's imperial family emphasized calming the mind.

No matter how noisy the outside world was, she could sit steadily like a bell.

To the rear and slightly to the side.

A stout, chubby boy stood up.

The boy's name was Wang Zitao.

He wore a custom-made vest bearing a luxury logo.

The sneakers on his feet were a limited edition.

In the first two days of school, he had already become the little tyrant of the class, relying on his physique and wealthy family background.

Wang Zitao turned around twice in the aisle.

He stopped beside Xiao Sizi's desk.

His eyes fixed on the cylindrical fully automatic pencil sharpener at the corner of Xiao Sizi's desk.

Wang Zitao stretched out his chubby hand and grabbed the pencil sharpener in one go.

"This is fun, it belongs to me!"

Wang Zitao pouted, with an air of taking it for granted.

Xiao Sizi's hand holding the pencil paused.

She turned her head. Her gaze fell upon Wang Zitao's face.

"Put it down."

Wang Zitao was stunned for a moment.

Usually, when he snatched things from others, those female classmates would either cry or go find the teacher.

This was the first time anyone had dared to directly order him.

He felt he had lost face, and anger surged up.

Wang Zitao raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers.

He suddenly reached forward and grabbed the ponytail tied at the back of Xiao Sizi's head.

He yanked it hard backward.

A sharp, stinging pain shot across his scalp.

Xiao Sizi's body was jerked backward.

Several girls in the back row of the classroom let out gasps of shock.

Xiao Sizi did not cry, nor did she scream to tattle.

She planted her left hand on the desk and exerted force from her waist.

Enduring the tugging sensation on her hair, she suddenly straightened her body.

The wooden chair slid backward, its legs scraping against the tiles and emitting a piercing shriek.

Xiao Sizi faced Wang Zitao directly.

Her chin lifted slightly, a layer of frost congealing in her eyes.

"Presumptuous!"

"Who taught you such manners, to dare lay hands on me?"

"Begone!"

Wang Zitao was enveloped by this sudden imperial majesty.

He felt that the girl, half a head shorter than him, had transformed into an insurmountable mountain.

The pencil sharpener in his hand dropped to the floor, and he instinctively released his grip on her hair.

Fear pierced through the psychological defenses of the little tyrant.

"Waaah—!"

Wang Zitao fell to the ground, opened his mouth, and burst into loud weeping.

Tears and snot smeared his entire face.

Taiji Hall of the Great Tang.

Killing intent permeated the hall.

"What audacity," Li Shimin said, his voice extremely chilling.

The legitimate eldest princess of the Great Tang.

A branch of gold and jade.

The pearl on the palm of the Heavenly Khan.

In another world, subjected to the humiliation of having her hair pulled by a brat!

"Rascal!"

General Cheng Yaojin of the Right Wu Guard roared.

"Dare to touch the princess's jade body! I will split you in two!"

"No matter whose offspring this is from a later age, I will lead troops to trample his ancestral graves flat!"

Duke of E Yuchi Gong shouted in unison:

"Execute his nine generations! Cut him to death by slow slicing!"

The entire formation of military generals drew their swords against him.

The glint of blades and swords reflected upon their furious faces.

The dignity of the Great Tang Imperial Family allows no form of trampling.

If this boy had been born in the Great Tang, his head would already be separated from his body.

At the same time, in a downtown office building.

Lin Xuan sat at his workstation, restoring a scanned image of an antique calligraphy and painting.

This was his newly found job.

After all, for a man to have no job, no assets, and no lottery winnings,

yet live a life of financial freedom, would be far too strange.

He had adopted Xiao Sizi; now he was a person of government concern, and government officials could come to inquire about the situation at any moment.

Moreover, now that Xiao Sizi had gone to school, staying at home all the time was very boring.

Suddenly, the Mobile Phone on the desk began to vibrate.

The WeChat notification sound rang continuously seven or eight times.

Lin Xuan picked up the Mobile Phone.

He opened the group chat named 【Class 1-3 Home-School Exchange Group】.

The group chat had exploded.

An account with the nickname "Wang Zitao's Mother" was frantically spamming the screen.

【Voice Message: 12 seconds】

Lin Xuan tapped to play it.

"Lin Mingda's father! How exactly did you raise your daughter?"

"My Zitao was just looking at her stationery, yet your daughter not only screamed but also tried to hit him!"

"Look at how frightened my Zitao is; he is still crying in the infirmary!"

The woman's voice was sharp, mean, and arrogantly superior.

Immediately, another text message popped up.

Wang Zitao's Mother: "You single-parent families just don't know how to raise children."

"The wild child you raised has no manners whatsoever."

"I'm telling you, apologize publicly to my Zitao in the group immediately! And you must compensate for the psychological and mental damages!"

Over forty parents in the group fell silent.

No one dared to provoke bad luck at this moment.

Lin Xuan's expression darkened.

He did not rush to reply to the curses in the group; instead, he immediately tapped the private chat avatar of the homeroom teacher, Teacher Li.

"Teacher Li, hello."

"I need the surveillance footage from around 10:10 this morning, from the back of the classroom."

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