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"No problem." Matsumae Shinchun answered confidently.
Fujii Itsuki guessed something, "Have you read all these textbooks before?"
"Yeah, I've watched it several times."
I see. That’s much easier to explain then.
Matsumae Shinchun had learned the content by herself in advance, so he didn't need to teach her from beginning to end. He only needed to check whether she had passed the knowledge points in each unit of Chinese, mathematics and English, and make up for it if she didn't.
The efficiency is indeed high enough.
"I understand. How about we start the course tomorrow? I need to go back and organize the papers for you. Of course, it would be even better if you could get the papers of your school's exam subjects. That would be much faster than me organizing the questions while teaching you."
"I'll try to contact the school."
Matsumae Shinchun still had the exercise book given to her by the school.
Fujii Itsuki asked her to do the general unit first to see her level, while he used a laptop to plan the framework of the teaching plan in advance to facilitate the planning of intensive training later.
About two hours later, she finished the unit exercises for the three subjects of international studies, mathematics and English.
"Teacher Fujii, I've finished writing." Matsumae Shinchun sat upright and her teardrop mole attracted everyone's attention.
"So fast?! Show it to me."
Fujii Itsuki took a quick look and began to correct the papers as usual with the gel pen he had brought with him.
Amazing.
If Matsumae Shinharu is truly self-taught, then she can definitely be called a genius.
Relying solely on self-study, her accuracy rate in answering math questions has reached over 90%. Except for the second-grade content that was beyond the syllabus, such as calculus and linear algebra, she could not answer the basic parts, but she was generally correct.
Using his previous judging criteria, his Mandarin grammar and vocabulary received full marks.
The same is true for English.
Well, the handwriting is pleasing to the eye, elegant and novel.
Every word is not out of the format, and it really looks very comfortable.
As a teacher, seeing such homework will make me feel unhappy for the whole day, and I will definitely assign her the position of class representative.
"Perfect. I now believe you can finish a semester's worth of material in just one week."
"Teacher, you are too kind." Matsumae Shinchun sat upright and smiled, tilting his head slightly.
"I see that you have learned most of the knowledge. Since you have nothing to do anyway, how about I take this opportunity to talk to you about limits and derivatives? I see that you still lack some knowledge in this area."
"Of course. I look forward to Mr. Fujii's teachings."
"Well, let's start now."
Three hours later, it was six o'clock in the evening.
After these three hours, Fujii Itsuki felt that he had never taught such a comfortable student.
Matsumae Shinharu never made any small movements when she was listening to the class. She maintained absolute concentration on every word and every key point she said.
She would nod quietly in response to every question and think about it.
If she doesn't understand something, she will ask questions generously.
Sometimes Fujii Itsuki couldn't help but sigh at the gap between people. He had been teaching for three years, but it was rare for him to meet a student like Matsumae.
Some of them could even sleep in class in front of the teacher. When asked what they did at night, they replied that they took Palu to mine. Because they didn't want Palu to rest, they played all night and didn't sleep well.
Fujii Itsuki is not sure what Palu is, but it should be the video game that everyone plays frequently.
In the past, Qiansui often asked him to play video games with her, but he was busy at get off work and had no time or energy to play games.
"Teacher, your tea."
"Thank you."
During the break, Fujii Itsuki suddenly glanced at the bookshelf in the tea room, which contained a row of novels that he was very familiar with.
That got him interested.
Because the author of these books was his teacher at Kyoto University, Professor Chikoto Fujinomiya.
It was in high school that Fujii Itsuki was influenced by her works and chose to enter the University of Kyoto.
Now that I have graduated, I still read the professor's works from time to time.
It's a pity that the professor passed away suddenly in a car accident in his early years. It's really a pity.
The professor's books are niche in the first place, and Fujii Itsuki thought to himself that it was such a coincidence that he met the professor's fans here. The bookshelf in the study should be the property of the head of the Matsumae family.
"Ms. Matsumae, is it your father who has the habit of reading novels?"
Matsumae Shinchun followed Fujii Itsuki's gaze and saw a row of books on the bookshelf. "Father rarely reads."
"So, the books on this bookshelf are what Ms. Matsumae often reads?"
"Yeah," Matsumae Shinchun stared at the books and responded in a low voice.
"Which one is Ms. Matsumae's favorite?"
".Rain Sound Poetry Lines."
Happy, really happy.
Fujii Itsuki almost blurted out "I like it too".
He used to post updates about the book on social media, but unfortunately no one discussed the idea of the book with him.
Unexpectedly, he would meet her here a few years later.
Although there is a big age gap between the two, they are in the roles of student and tutor to each other.
"Mr. Fujii, are you interested in these books? Are you a fan of the author?"
"Of course, I'm a big fan. To be honest with you, Ms. Matsumae, the author of these books is also my mentor in college, Professor Fujinomiya."
Matsumae Shinchun looked at Fujii Itsuki with a visibly dull look in her eyes. "You said that your mentor is the author of this book, Professor Fujinomiya?"
Fujii Itsuki noticed that there was something wrong with the girl's gaze towards him, "Yes. What's the problem, Ms. Matsumae?"
"Teacher Fujii." Matsumae Shinchun looked at him for a while, "Do you know my mother?"
"your mother.?"
Fujii Itsuki didn't react for a moment and wondered what the connection was between the professor and Matsumae Shinharu's mother.
Matsumae Shinchun's strangeness only lasted for a moment. After she realized her mistake, she immediately apologized:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fujii, I lost my composure."
"So what did Ms. Matsumae just say?"
Matsumae Shinchun smiled gently and said to Fujii Itsuki, "The author of the book, Fujinomiya Chikoto, is my biological mother. Her original name is Matsumae Chikoto."
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Fujii Itsuki was shocked.
The professor at my university is Matsumae Shinharu's biological mother?
Matsumae Shinchun seemed to have thought of something and stood up anxiously, "Teacher Fujii, wait a moment, I'll go get some things and be back soon."
"OK--"
This time, before Fujii Itsuki could finish his words, Matsumae Shinharu disappeared.
Five minutes later, she came over with a locked small wooden box. She took out a few photos from it and handed them to Fujii Itsuki.
"This is."
“Photos of my mother from the past.”
Fujii Itsuki began to look through the photo and found that it was a picture of mother and daughter.
The two stood together under the cherry blossom tree, wearing kimonos and holding hands.
The little girl should be the young Matsumae Shinharu, and there is no doubt that the beautiful woman, Fujii Itsuki, is his university mentor, Fujinomiya Chikoto.
The mother and daughter have one thing in common - they both have a beautiful teardrop mole under the right corner of their eyes.
"What a coincidence!"
"Well, Mr. Fujii, you are really a mother."
"Yes, that's right. The person in the photo is indeed my teacher. I can confirm it." Fujii Itsuki said while looking at the photo. Then he turned to the girl and said, "But why is she surnamed Fujinomiya? And not Matsumae?"
Matsumae Shinchun's voice became much quieter. "That's the surname my mother took from a supporting character in her first novel. She basically uses this name all the time."
"So that's it."
As soon as Fujii Itsuki knew that Matsumae Shinharu was the daughter of his teacher, he instantly felt a sense of familiarity towards her.
Fujii Itsuki immediately smiled and said, "What a coincidence. When I first entered university, your mother was fortunate enough to be my literary history teacher. She taught me for a year. I read her novels when I was in high school, and it was because of her influence that I chose to enter Kyoto University. I didn't expect that after so many years, I would have the honor of meeting her daughter."
"It's my honor too," Matsumae Shinchun smiled slowly and asked, "I have a question for Mr. Fujii, Mr. Fujii, you and your mother--"
"Are you asking me how my relationship with her is?"
"Yeah!" Matsumae Shinchun was very serious.
Fujii Itsuki thought for a moment, "I should say that we have a pretty good relationship. After all, I was influenced by her to go to university. After class, I took the initiative to ask her a lot of questions. After a while, we became familiar with each other. When I was a student, I often took the initiative to make tea for the professor and chat with her."
After hearing this, Matsumae Shinchun was obviously much happier and more anxious, "Is that so? That's great! Mr. Fujii, Mr. Fujii, can you tell me about my mother's situation at school?"
"of course."
Thanks to his title as professor, Fujii Itsuki found that he and Matsumae Shinharu had much more to talk about than when they first met.
She seemed to be very interested in the professor's status in school, and always wanted to know the professor's image and teaching status in school through herself.
It is understandable that children are always curious about their mother's working conditions.
Not to mention that the professor has been dead for six years, almost seven years.
It is understandable that the daughter misses her mother as she has passed away for many years.
In this way, Ms. Matsumae is a bit pitiful.
Her mother died in a car accident, and her classmates and teachers also died in car accidents recently.