Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

Chen Deshun's home.

Although Chen Deshun paid Chen Sanqi's tuition and didn't seem to blame him, Jian Xueping still felt uneasy, worried that after she left, Chen Deshun would take his anger out on the child.

"Actually, it's nothing serious."

She quickly spoke up, her tone sincere, "I just hope that when you see Chen Sanqi, you won't get angry, and definitely won't hit him. Students this age have strong self-esteem; losing his tuition fees will surely make him more panicked than anyone else."

"Sometimes children make mistakes not because they are bad, but because they don't know how to solve the problem and are afraid to tell adults. They may choose to avoid the problem because they are afraid of being scolded by their parents."

She shared her experiences as a teacher, trying to give the somewhat serious-looking parent a heads-up.

Chen Deshun scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment on his face.

This was his oversight as a parent, so he has no right to blame Chen Sanqi.

However, he couldn't explain it clearly to Jian Xueping, so he could only put on a receptive look and nod in agreement: "Teacher Jian, don't worry, I understand the reasoning."

"That's good, that's good."

Seeing Chen Deshun's good attitude, Jian Xueping finally breathed a sigh of relief and picked up her water glass to moisten her dry throat.

The atmosphere eased.

After discussing the tuition fees, Jian Xueping took the initiative to talk about Chen Sanqi's situation at school.

"Sanqi is actually a very smart child, and he learns things very quickly. It's just that he's too introverted and doesn't like to communicate with people. When I ask him questions in class, even though he knows the answer, he just lowers his head and doesn't say a word. Many times, I don't even know how much of what I'm saying he's actually grasped."

As she said this, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, clearly indicating that she was somewhat worried.

Upon hearing this, Chen Deshun's heart stirred.

I don't know what happened when Teacher Jian Xueping came to visit my home in my previous life, but I knew that meeting Chen Limei and her husband would definitely end badly.

The youngest son dropped out of school to work, which changed the course of his life.

Perhaps out of guilt from his previous life, he decided to say a few more words: "In a class of dozens of students, the teacher lectures from the podium while the students listen below. How much they absorb depends entirely on the individual. Someone with Sanqi's personality will indeed be at a disadvantage."

He cleared his throat and said casually, "Teacher Jian, I have some immature ideas that I don't know if they will be helpful to your teaching."

"Hmm? Please go ahead." Jian Xueping immediately sat up straight, appearing all ears.

She was just explaining the students' situation at school and didn't expect the parents to give any professional advice. However, since the parents had suggestions, she had to listen to them out of basic respect, no matter what they were.

"I think that teaching students is a bit like the old-fashioned master-apprentice relationship. When learning kung fu, it wasn't just the master demonstrating while the apprentice watched. The apprentice had to practice on their own while the master watched and pointed out any mistakes."

Chen Deshun used a very simple metaphor.

Jian Xueping paused for a moment, carefully considering the meaning behind those words.

"You mean...to involve students more in the classroom?"

"right."

Chen Deshun nodded: "The teacher is the guide, and the students are the main participants. A lesson shouldn't just be a one-man show by the teacher. For example, when teaching a text, after the teacher analyzes the central idea and the main points of each paragraph, it would be better to organize a small competition, letting the students divide into two groups and debate it themselves. The process of debating is much more memorable than simply telling them the answer."

He explained the core of the future "heuristic teaching" in the most accessible way.

Jian Xueping's eyes lit up instantly.

Is it a debate competition?

This format is so novel.

But is it feasible to hold activities in class? Wouldn't it be too chaotic and disrupt classroom discipline?

But after thinking about it carefully, she felt that the idea was brilliant and that she might as well give it a try.

"Could you explain in more detail?" Her eyes were filled with a thirst for knowledge, and even her tone revealed a hint of impatience.

"This is called heuristic teaching. It means that the teacher doesn't give the answer directly, but finds a way, like peeling an onion, guiding them layer by layer to find the answer themselves. So that they feel, 'Oh, I see,' rather than 'Oh, the teacher said that's how it is.' The effects of these two models are worlds apart."

This isn't just something he said offhand; there will be many real-world examples to prove it in the future.

Jian Xueping was still in shock when Chen Deshun picked up his enamel mug, took a sip of water, and continued unhurriedly:

"In addition, every lesson should have a clear objective. For example, in this Chinese lesson, the objective is for all students to master these five new characters and be able to use three of them to make sentences. Before the end of get out of class, you can spend five minutes giving a short quiz. Only those who pass can leave get out of class. Those who don't pass will know who is falling behind and can stay behind for a little extra tutoring."

"In this way, your understanding of each student's grasp of the material isn't a vague feeling, but precise data. Wouldn't that make your teaching more targeted?"

These words struck Jian Xueping like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.

Chen Deshun described the core of the goal-oriented teaching method that later became popular throughout the country.

It is clear, measurable, has feedback, and allows for adjustment.

This instantly transformed teaching from an "experience-based activity" into a "scientific activity."

Jian Xueping felt her blood boiling, and her breathing unconsciously slowed down.

Chen Deshun's few words seemed to open a door to a new world for her, behind which lay another vast expanse.

"Comrade Chen... Comrade Chen Deshun, how... how do you know so much?" She looked at Chen Deshun with disbelief in her eyes, and a hint of unspoken admiration.

These theories were completely new to her and far too advanced for her and even for the current education system.

Moreover, she was certain that even in the top normal schools in the country, she would never hear such profound and unique teaching insights.

Chen Deshun smiled. He couldn't very well say that he had lived two lives.

I used to help my son take care of his grandchildren, and when their grades dropped, I blamed myself. So I did a lot of research on how to improve their academic performance.

He can talk about some teaching methods and theories, but if you ask him to put them into practice, or explain them in more depth, he'll be exposed as a fraud.

"Hey, I was just thinking randomly. I usually have nothing to do after get off work, so I like to read all sorts of books. The more I read, the more I tend to daydream." He casually attributed the credit to "reading."

While this explanation is reasonable, it's very Versailles-esque.

In many people's eyes, workers should be uncultured and rough.

It is hard to imagine that an ordinary worker could come up with such profound teaching theories simply by reading books and learning on his own.

But the reality is that there are always some people who love learning and have a broader knowledge base than some cadres; they are like the hidden masters in martial arts novels.

After hearing Chen Deshun's explanation, Jian Xueping not only had no doubts, but admired him even more.

What incredible talent and perseverance!

She's studied for so many years and taught on the front lines, how come she couldn't think of these things?