Lin Nianhe stood in front of the blackboard, unconsciously beginning to ponder whether the Northeastern dialect could be considered Mandarin.
She thought and thought, but in the end was only certain of one thing—
It was indeed not so easy to be a teacher. First of all, one must possess a strong inner character; otherwise, it simply wouldn't suffice to face students' questions with composure. Secondly, one must have the ability to maintain control over the classroom; otherwise, it would turn into a marketplace.
Teacher Xiao Lin looked at the chattering aunts, pulled a serious face, concentrated her energy in her lower abdomen... and knocked on the blackboard.
The blackboard was made of a wooden plank, perhaps because it needed to be moved to the classroom later, so they just propped it up against the wall with a stool, without fixing it with nails.
Startled by the knock, the blackboard jumped and nearly fell down, flattening Lin Nianhe's head.
