Chapter 249. Experiencing a Day as a Teacher
Kunlun Mountain, Divine Battle Division.
In the early morning, orange-yellow sunlight poured into the room like a tide.
Jiang Yichen had only just woken up in a daze. He stared blankly at the bright sunlight outside the window for a while.
“Another beautiful day has arrived. Today’s life experience is being a Japanese teacher.”
A smile hung at the corners of his mouth. He got out of bed and washed up, then said to the smart wardrobe, “Give me an outfit that’s a little more Japanese-style today.”
“Understood, Master.”
The smart wardrobe opened, and four mechanical arms extended from behind it, choosing among countless sets of clothes.
Before long, Jiang Yichen was wearing a black suit, leather shoes, and carrying a briefcase.
“Master, are you satisfied? Do you need any adjustments?”
The smart wardrobe raised a full-length mirror for him to admire himself.
Jiang Yichen felt there was nothing wrong from head to toe, but...
He stared at the small, square black mustache under his nose, and a question mark slowly appeared over his head.
“This is what you call Japanese-style?”
“Yes, Master. If you are satisfied, please give Xiao Ai a five-star review.”
Jiang Yichen raised a hand to stop it. “Change it to a slightly formal teacher’s outfit. Don’t do anything Japanese-style.”
“Understood, Master. Please wait a moment.”
After some fussing, Jiang Yichen ended up wearing dark trousers on his lower half and a snow-white shirt on his upper half. His sleeves were rolled up, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose gave him a refined air.
He looked himself over and nodded in satisfaction.
Having a smart wardrobe that could dress him really was nice. He no longer had to worry about what to wear every morning. All the trivial and troublesome details of life were drifting away from him.
The system really understood how to let him enjoy life.
After Jiang Yichen had finished tidying himself up, he opened the door. A beautifully packaged paper bag was hanging from the door handle, with a note attached to it.
“Brother Yichen, remember to eat breakfast. I’m going to the classroom first.”
Jiang Yichen smiled, opened the paper bag, and began tasting the delicious breakfast as he walked.
He could use Spatial Jump to go directly to the classroom, but recently, he had gradually fallen in love with the feeling of walking slowly.
Compared to the urgency of surging waves, a gentle stream flowing over time felt more meaningful to him.
Jiang Yichen arrived at the classroom during the final minute before the morning Japanese class began. Mei Xue’er and the others had already been waiting for some time.
In Gu Yuan’s training plan, the Japanese classes that were originally supposed to happen twice a day had been compressed into one class a day.
The rest of the time was filled with various training programs meant to improve their strength.
However, this was already enough. With his Top-Level Teaching Skill, as long as they were not deliberately refusing to learn, they could basically master it within half a month.
“Teacher Jiang, looking at you like this, you really do look a little like a teacher. So what are we learning today?” Lingling asked while holding the Japanese textbook prepared by the Battle Division.
Jiang Yichen opened the textbook on the lectern. The first page was the Japanese Fifty-Sound Chart.
“Then we’ll start with the fifty sounds. This is the foundation.”
“I’ll teach you once, and then you’ll memorize it yourselves. During the last ten minutes of class, we’ll write out the fifty sounds from memory.”
“Teacher Jiang, you’re only teaching it once? How are we supposed to learn it like that?” Tang Long looked troubled.
Mei Xue’er also looked speechless. “Do you even know how to teach? Who can learn something after being taught only once?”
The more she listened, the more unreliable Jiang Yichen seemed.
The others also nodded slightly.
Jiang Yichen smiled faintly. “Teacher believes in your comprehension. Once is enough. After all, repeated teaching will make me feel irritated.”
Being a teacher was naturally something he was doing to experience happiness. If professional suffering appeared, he would rather not be one. It would be better to stay at home and do whatever he wanted.
When everyone heard this, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly.
As expected of the Slacking King. Even as a teacher, he still refused to change.
“Minister, this feels so unreliable. Why don’t you apply to Old Gu and have him transfer back a member who knows Japanese?” Liang Shan said in a muffled voice.
Lingling, who was sitting beside him, also nodded heavily and muttered quietly.
Mei Xue’er pressed her lips together, feeling helpless inside. “Let’s talk after this class.”
Only Su Linyu sat upright, waiting for Jiang Yichen’s lecture with great anticipation in her eyes. She had fully provided the emotional value a student should give a teacher in class.
RING—
At that moment, the class bell rang.
Jiang Yichen knocked on the lectern. “Class begins. No whispering to one another. Open your textbooks to the first page.”
“I’ll only teach it once, so listen carefully.”
“The Fifty-Sound Chart is the basic prerequisite for learning Japanese. All the later teaching content depends on it.”
Jiang Yichen wrote the Fifty-Sound Chart on the blackboard with chalk, pointed at the first sound, and said, “Read after me. A.”
“A.”
Everyone followed him and read.
“I.”
“I.”
...
As they continued reading after him, everyone suddenly realized something was not right.
Jiang Yichen was clearly pronouncing Japanese sounds, but when they heard them, they seemed as easy to understand as Chinese pinyin. There was not the slightest feeling of unfamiliar gibberish.
The sounds entered their minds with extreme ease and left a deep impression.
Hiss!
Mei Xue’er was reading along, but a trace of surprise appeared in her eyes.
Jiang Yichen did not seem to have any teaching techniques. So how was it that, as they read along, she felt she had already memorized more than half of the Fifty-Sound Chart?
Could he actually have a talent for teaching?
Mei Xue’er swept her peripheral vision over Su Linyu, Tang Long, and Chu Xingchen. In ordinary people’s eyes, they should have been geniuses, but now they were actually able to surpass her.
This could not have been taught by the instructors of the New Recruit Training Camp.
The only possibility was Jiang Yichen, who slacked off yet was outrageous in every aspect.
Mei Xue’er froze for a moment, then a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
Having Jiang Yichen join the Divine Battle Division had truly been a wise choice. Perhaps he could even carry the Battle Division forward.
Moreover, with this kind of teaching talent, solving their communication problems before heading to Japan would become easy.
No matter how she thought about it, this was a good thing.
“All right. I’m done teaching. Memorize it yourselves. If you make mistakes during the dictation later, there will be punishment.”
After teaching it once, Jiang Yichen directly closed the textbook, sat down, and began entertaining himself.
“Understood, Teacher Jiang.”
Everyone answered in unison, gaining an entirely new understanding of Jiang Yichen’s teaching ability.
They truly had never experienced such a feeling before—after listening only once, then looking at the Fifty-Sound Chart again, it already felt incomparably familiar.
“Damn! Old Chu, is this because I’m exceptionally talented or what? I actually learned how to read all of it after hearing it once.”
Tang Long tugged at Chu Xingchen’s clothes and spoke with extreme surprise.
Chu Xingchen shook his head and looked at Jiang Yichen on the podium. “Didn’t you feel it? When Yichen taught us how to read it, it was like listening to Chinese.”
Tang Long immediately nodded. “Right, right, right. I only listened once, but those pronunciations stabbed into my mind like needles. Brother Yichen really knows how to teach.”
“Of course. Brother Yichen only appears to slack off on the surface. Behind the scenes, he must have worked very hard preparing the lesson. We simply can’t see it.”
Su Linyu supported her cheeks with both hands, her eyes full of worship.
Mo Yan, Lingling, and Liang Shan all looked ashamed. The gap between people really was boundless.
Time slowly passed. The classroom was filled with sounds like a morning reading session.
Jiang Yichen taught for five minutes, slacked off for thirty minutes, and put down his phone during the final ten minutes.
“All right. It’s time to test your learning results. Take out paper and pens. Start writing the Fifty-Sound Chart from memory.”
He picked up the textbook, walked down from the podium, and read aloud while walking, occasionally checking whether anyone had prepared cheat sheets.
It was just like the humanities teachers back in high school.
This feeling was quite nice. It was also a role reversal.
Three minutes later, the dictation ended.
Jiang Yichen checked them one by one. Mo Yan, Lingling, and the others all got full marks. Even the most carefree Tang Long got everything right.
However...
Jiang Yichen held Mei Xue’er’s dictation paper and sat at the edge of the podium. Mei Xue’er lowered her head slightly in embarrassment.
“Do you have something against me? Out of fifty sounds, you got one-third of them wrong. Why don’t you come teach instead?”
Mei Xue’er, who was still disguised as a bearded man, hurriedly waved her hands. “I wasn’t paying attention. I’m sorry, Teacher Jiang.”
Just now, she had been thinking about how Jiang Yichen possessed such an outstanding talent for teaching, and she was delighted that the Battle Division had recruited a treasure.
As a result, she had not paid attention to the pronunciations afterward.
What was even stranger was that she had asked Lingling to teach her several times, but none of it left as deep an impression as Jiang Yichen teaching her once. She still could not read them properly.
“Mm. Seeing that your attitude in admitting your mistake is good, copy each sound you got wrong one hundred times.”
Jiang Yichen smiled faintly. As the saying went, the dragon-slaying warrior would eventually become the evil dragon.
Huh?
Mei Xue’er blinked, then said in disbelief, “Jiang Yichen, you’re targeting me, aren’t you? One hundred—”
“If you keep talking, two hundred times.”
“You...” Mei Xue’er gnashed her teeth.
Jiang Yichen sighed and said, “As the minister, you can’t even beat your members in dictation, and you still dare talk back to the teacher.”
“What should you call me?”
Mei Xue’er clenched her fists, feeling the helplessness of being unable to strike. She gritted her teeth and said, “Fine! Teacher Jiang, one hundred times it is.”
She rolled her eyes, snatched the dictation paper from his hand, and walked down from the podium.
The students below secretly laughed.
“Su Linyu, come up.”
Jiang Yichen held Su Linyu’s dictation paper. The latter pursed her red lips and walked onto the podium with a small scheme in mind.
“Why did you get one sound wrong?”
In Jiang Yichen’s impression, before he even held class, Su Linyu had probably already taught herself Japanese.
There was no way she would make such a basic mistake.
Su Linyu twisted her hands and lowered her head. “Teacher Jiang, there are still some things I don’t understand. Can you teach me again?”
“I’ll copy the sound I got wrong one hundred times.”
She looked at him with eyes full of anticipation.
Jiang Yichen understood. So you deliberately made a mistake because you wanted private tutoring.
“No need. Copy it ten times. After training ends, I’ll teach you again.”
Su Linyu’s eyes brightened, and she revealed a sweet smile. “Thank you, Teacher Jiang.”
“No, Jiang Yichen, why do I have to copy one hundred times while Linyu only has to copy ten?” Mei Xue’er said angrily.
Jiang Yichen tilted his head and looked over, saying solemnly, “Are you the teacher, or am I the teacher? Why don’t you do it? Why don’t you come up and teach?”
Mei Xue’er: “...”
Everyone held back their laughter.
Tang Long leaned over, patted Mei Xue’er on the shoulder, and clicked his tongue. “Poor single dog.”
Mei Xue’er: ???