I Have A Special Teaching Style

"Asakawa-san, take it easy..."

Furuhashi clasped his hands in front of his chest and approached with tears in his eyes.

"You talk too much."

Naoki was expressionless, and just stuck his claws out at the frail girl.

A sticker note stuck to Furuhashi's forehead.

"Oops!"

Furuhashi leaned back, raised his hands to cover her beautiful face, her hair shook behind her back, and an embarrassing voice came out of her fingers: "Wuwuwu, being played like this in the park with so many people, I don't have the face to go home and see dad."

Enough is enough, you should apologize to the many teachers who taught you before you were embarrassed to meet your father! It's just a sticker on the face, no shame at all!

Furuhashi and Ogata are extremely intelligent, talented, and have a memory far superior to that of ordinary people, yet they can't even remember the most basic math formulas, let alone the application of deformation once they've mastered it.

Naoki didn't think that he was stronger than the teacher. If he could easily do things that many teachers couldn't, turn stone into gold, and turn stupidity into intelligence, then what kind of student would he teach. He immediately made money by opening tutoring.

So far, there have been several teachers who have accepted the assignment of educational instructors, but Furuhashi and Ogata's grades have not increased. If one teacher fails, it can be said that the teaching method is not appropriate. If many teachers fail, surely the problem is not with the teachers.

In other words, the teaching methods commonly used by teachers have little effect and are almost ineffective.

Therefore, Naoki could only take a different method.

That's right, sticker, this was a teaching method that Naoki came up with after thinking about it all night – toying with the girls' shyness and artificially creating a new external driving force.

Flickering of the forehead, pinching of the cheeks, and ear tugging, these are corporal punishments that are expressly prohibited, and one disapproves of another's promise.

Can't remember the math formula?

No problem.

Write the formula on a piece of paper, then stick it on your forehead, and when you answer it, remove the piece of paper.

People come and go in the park, but anyone with thin skin will feel embarrassed when someone looks at the notes in his head, thus turning shyness into motivation to study.

"Ogata-san." Naoki looked at the legal little girl and said calmly, "Your turn."

"Hmph." Ogata's cheeks puffed up, "I'll do this kind of thing myself..."

Naoki put a sticker, "If the position is not symmetrical, I will not be comfortable seeing it."

Ogata: "😐"

Naoki took out an English word book and looked at the two talented girls sitting across from him, "Notes are the knowledge you just did, but the answer is wrong… and it is elementary knowledge of middle school level."

"After three minutes, I will do a random check."

"Questions that are answered correctly can be revealed, and questions that are answered incorrectly can continue to study."

"Let's start."

...

"There are two paths in the forest. I stood for a long time and chose the road less traveled… Ask 'me' why I chose the road less traveled."

Ogata was holding a pencil, and a shadow swirled above his head, and muttered to herself "Why 'the distance is shorter, you can go home at a faster speed'? Not true, obviously this is what I did. Think... I can't write how to think. It's all his fault..."

"The 'I' here is the protagonist in the article, not you in reality." Naoki looked up.

Ogata shook his head: "I don't understand."

"In the liberal arts, one of your ideas is not to let you do whatever you want, think about what you want to say." Naoki sat next to Ogata and explained his way of understanding, "Liberal arts and science actually have a lot in common."

"For example, the problem you are writing now, about program algorithms, the title is algorithm formula. If you want to output the result, for example, first enter the numeric value. The place where the numeric value is located is generally the context of the program's algorithm."

"Find out where the program algorithm is in the article…here."

"Looking at the content in front, it is a person walking and relaxing, then looking at the content behind, birds chirping, maple leaves falling, animals running on the path, flowers swaying in the wind, this is a picture of the view from top to bottom. ."

"Put a 'number' into the algorithm."

In conclusion only by choosing a rough road you can see a unique view that is different from the others.

Ogata's eyes widened, "How did this happen?"

Naoki said "Didn't other teachers say this?"

"No." Ogata said expressionlessly "They just told me what went wrong and how to write the correct solution, if it was a program algorithm..."

"Are you confident?" Naoki pushed the exercise book in front of Ogata and pointed to the middle school reading comprehension question, "Answer."

"Understood!"

Ogata tightened his face and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

*Jiii—*

After a while, Ogata finally removed the circles around his eyes and started writing.

Naoki took the English word book and recited the words again.

*stab stab-*

After a while, a soft stab was felt in the arm.

Ogata raised his face and said calmly, "I'm done."

"Okay."

Naoki picked up the exercise book, saw the answer that Ogata had edited many times, and quickly nodded, "This question will earn you four points."

"Understand."

Ogata looked away calmly, and didn't seem to care, but Naoki clearly saw that Ogata was propping up the chair with both hands, and swung his legs gently under the table.

Wait... why falter?

The table is so low that her legs can't stand at all, right?

Naoki looked down, and only then did he realize that Ogata, who was sitting on the chair, had not stepped on the ground.

Tall people don't necessarily have big chests, and short people should have short legs. This sentence is not bad at all using the two of you as an example!

"Uh?"

Ogata keenly watched where Naoki was looking, his cheeks protruding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his toes stomping on the ground.

"Asakawa-san, what are you looking at?"

"Look at your feet." Naoki was telling the truth.

"Please control your eyes, it sucks."

...

At the same time.

"I remember…" Miku saw a strange sight in front of her, her voice calm, "This is it."

There was a small shop where Naoki dropped him off last night, so she wouldn't admit it was wrong.

"This is the opposite direction from the tram station." Nino folded his arms across his chest and complained, "So why did you leave school at night?"

Miku looked away, unable to speak.

If I said I lost track of time because I was obsessed with reading books, you would definitely ask what book is it?

Then it will be exposed.

"A little tired." Ituski rubbed his stomach and suggested, "Let's find a seat for a while?"

"Un, there is a garden over there." Ichika's eyes flashed, and she pointed to the other side of the road, "Let's go and rest for a bit."