There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

Joking aside, I was indeed overly obsessed with educational success and inadvertently forgot the principle of individualized instruction.

Education is not an industry; it cannot be mass-produced into identical, qualified, and inspection-free products, nor can the final effect of the entire education process be controlled by using the same methods.

A true educator must inspire and guide individuals based on their interests and potential, just like watering flowers to help them grow strong.

The driving force behind the development of such students is no longer superficial external expectations or rankings, but the true inner strength that makes them powerful.

Upon closer reflection, my method seems to be a lingering effect of training troops on edge planets. I always want to launch a 100-day elite operation or a three-month liberation movement to see results in a short period of time.

"Marcus, have you ever thought about why Yu and Mei's parents would entrust their children to you for education, rather than someone else?"

Mr. Dart served the food, still a little worried, and gave me some instructions.

other people?

Should we teach the kids to drink like Sebala or to raise prices like Jeff?

Just look at Gray's withdrawn nature and Karen's drinking habits; who would feel comfortable entrusting their child to them...

Wait a minute, if you're worried about entrusting the task to others because they can't be trusted, then by that logic, why would they think I can teach normal people?

...To be honest, I think that after hanging out with me for a while, Gray's autism has improved, but his chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) has gotten even worse!

Parents probably don't think that "chuunibyou" (a Japanese term for adolescent delusions of grandeur) is a characteristic of childhood development that children have to experience, do they?!

"This doesn't make sense, boss... This doesn't make sense..." I said with a pained expression, unable to come up with an answer.

But Mr. Dart's eyes suddenly sharpened, as if piercing straight into my heart. He stretched out a hand, pointed at me, and said...

"The answer is you... Do you understand?"

Mr. Dart said something seemingly trivial, but I quickly came up with a different meaning for it.

The first "I" is used to refer to someone in a general sense, while the "I" in the answer refers to the real, concrete person, the actual me.

"You and Mei asked me to teach them... because... they approve of me?" I asked hesitantly.

Mr. Dart nodded sternly. "Exactly. Your optimism, open-mindedness, integrity, and strong sense of responsibility have won the approval of the townspeople. They not only trust your teaching methods but also hope that You and Mei can become like you!"

The owner reached over the bar and patted my shoulder heavily. "So, Marcus, you don't need to feel burdened. All you have to do is impart knowledge while inspiring these two students with your own will!"

This small town is both incredibly heartwarming and incredibly stressful...

I lowered my head and ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice, determined to give them a satisfactory explanation.

Speaking of infection, aside from fungal infections and respiratory infections, I really don't know how to infect them with their spirits when we're together day and night—are we supposed to teach them "where leaves dance, fire also burns endlessly"?

Bah! That's something you need to become Hokage, what does it have to do with me, Marcus! If I really have a will, it's the aura of a Wanderer, or more commonly, a street hustler!

"Boss, I'm not as good as you say..." I said, scratching my head sheepishly. "Since you think so highly of me, could you entrust Lin to me, Father-in-law?"

"roll!"

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"Excellent students, Mei students! Come and get your food! This was prepared for you by Chef Dart from the school cafeteria!"

I knocked on the iron gate, mimicking the afternoon school bell.

After having lunch at home, the two children returned to their desks at the ranch on time and sat in their chairs waiting for me to come back for class.

There were no late arrivals or early departures, no truancy or absences, and no whispering among classmates. It was truly touching.

Back when I was in class, why was it so noisy? Although all the teachers agreed that the noise was coming from me…

Mr. Dart prepared two cheesecakes and a plate of cookies for me to take home, saying they were for the children's afternoon snacks.

The cheesecake, adorned with exquisite cream patterns, was as smooth and delicate as tofu after baking. Its rich and pleasant aroma and unique flavor immediately attracted the attention of the two students, who then devoured it.

Lin, who came with me, watched You and Mei eat with a sense of satisfaction and said with emotion, "I miss it so much. Back when I was studying with the old pastor, we would have unleavened bread as a snack every day..."

I smiled and said, "If it's been on your mind for so long, it must be delicious, right?"

Lin shook her head, pouted, and said, "The unleavened bread gets dry and hard after communion, it doesn't taste good at all! The old priest insisted that we could only receive the Holy Spirit's grace by eating unleavened bread, and he told us not to leave any..."

"So you all ate it?"

"Yes."

"Did Karen eat it too?"

She's not the type to compromise so easily.

Lin tilted her head and thought for a while, "Now that you mention it, I've really never seen Karen eat it... It seems like every time before she eats a cookie, she beats up Rick, and then the cookie disappears..."

...Rick, you must have had a tough time all these years, right?

"What exactly happened to Rick...?"

Lin shook her head and said, "I don't know about that. Besides Karen, only Rick should remember. But Rick doesn't seem to like talking to us. Even Poppy doesn't really know what he's thinking."

...He's clearly traumatized by women from being beaten!

Rick: Women only slow down my sword-drawing speed.jpg

"Lin, sit over there for a while, I have to continue my lesson."

Lin, my little helper for reminding me to drink water, obediently sat in the room as I told her to, watching our teaching from the window. From a distance, I could only catch a glimpse of her little head and the bow on her head.

In the afternoon, I plan to switch from academic classes to handicraft classes.

If I had to say what I could learn from, besides my quirky personality and abundant talent, what else do I have that's outstanding? That would definitely be the Colonizer System!

I brought out the wooden art creation table that hadn't been used in a long time, took a few pieces of wood from the side and placed them on the table, and then let Mei and You observe the art creation table.

"Professor Marcus! What are we going to learn this afternoon?" Mei asked eagerly.

I smiled and showed the small wooden block in my palm.

“After careful consideration, I realized that theoretical learning might be rather dry for you. We should respect children’s playful and active nature. So I added a craft class to teach you how to create works of art.”

Upon hearing this, Mei and You's eyes lit up, and they looked at me with starry eyes, seemingly full of anticipation.

I showed them the tools on the creative platform.

"Look closely, these are a hammer, chisel, axe, plane, drill, saw, a grinding wheel and sandpaper, and a file. What you're going to learn is how to use these tools to create decent works of art from wood, understand?"

The two students nodded blankly and began to play with the small tools on the table, but I stopped them.

"Be careful not to get scratched. I can tell from your expressions that you don't understand, so let me demonstrate for you. Don't worry, it's very simple. First, you need to whittle the wood."

I demonstrated how to change the shape of the wood using various tools.

"Then came the carving of patterns."

I then demonstrated the carving of the pattern using a chisel and file.

"See? Isn't it simple?" I said encouragingly.

Yu and Mei exchanged a glance and nodded happily, "Mm!"

"Now that you've mastered all the operations, let's create together happily!"

This kind of basic craft class can give them a basic concept of geometric shapes such as length, width and height, and can also inspire them to think about the physical and chemical aspects of materials, which is very helpful in stimulating their thinking.

Practice makes perfect, so I had them sit with me in chairs and each of them carve a piece of wood.

"Select a job command: Craft small artwork (wooden)."

I picked up a small block of wood, gave the instructions, and explained, "Watch carefully. First, pick up the saw and cut away the rotten parts of the wood. Then, use a carving knife to draw the desired shape on it..."

Yu and Mei also picked up tools and started drawing on the wood, just like me.

When I started explaining, I thought I could keep up with the colonists' production speed, but the wood carving production speed was like a fully loaded truck starting slowly. It gradually accelerated from slow cutting and planing to high speed, and soon turned into a dazzling blur.

Now, let alone explaining the process, the two students were even having difficulty discerning the movements. Sitting at a distance like Lin, they could probably only see me convulsing wildly as if I'd been electrocuted, while the excess wood scattered like snowflakes, quietly forming a mysterious shape…

The horrifying scene stunned You and Mei. They stared wide-eyed at what I was holding, as if the sky had fallen, waiting for me, their teacher, to give a reasonable explanation.

"Ahem... How about that? It's pretty simple, isn't it?"

I forced a smile and said, "If we do it this way, we can easily get a wooden... Death Star fortress?"

Chapter 570 Who wouldn't say XX after seeing this?

Miracles often happen unexpectedly, just like every ordinary day we live, which is actually a series of miracles...

That's roughly the idea. I just wanted to make a template for You and Mei to refer to, but I never expected it would turn into a bunch of things that are just incomprehensible yet impressive.

Death Star Fortress, Space Battleship Yamato, Mazinger Z, Golden Gate Bridge, Notre Dame Cathedral, Tokyo Tower, Ultraman Z Gamma Future, The Loyal Baltan Aliens, Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon...

Except for the last suspiciously obscene item which I secretly destroyed, the rest of the items were neatly arranged on the art creation table, which drew exclamations of surprise from You and Mei.

"Take it home and play with it if you like."

I smiled and patted their heads, then generously gave them the things. The children didn't even have a decent toy, and they looked rather pitiful.

The two children cheered and rushed over to grab their favorite wooden model. Lin also came over and said with a hint of envy, "Marcus, you really know how to coax kids!"

I chuckled and said, "What kind of wood carving do you like? I can give it to you."

Lin's hair ribbon twitched noticeably twice, and she excitedly leaned closer, looking at me with her big, bright eyes. "It's a deal! I'll tell you as soon as I think of something!"

That's true, but it's hard to say when it will be sculpted. Based on the accumulated prize pool in my toxic memories, the chance is probably lower than getting a golden legendary item in a single draw, and there's no pity system.

...But if I sculpt a swimsuit Rem or something, wouldn't I be making a huge profit?

In the colonists' system of evaluation, these wood carvings were all rated very low. Without the aid of artistic inspiration, my artistic creativity can only produce things that are merely superficial in form; I can't attract the attention of some unknown beings like last time and create a statue of Namo Gatling Bodhisattva.

It seems that to create a high-level work of art, one absolutely needs the blessing of a mysterious and profound inspiration...

Therefore, none of these wooden artworks deserve to have their own names and are uniformly labeled as "wooden figurines (very poor quality)".

Then again, nobody wants that kind of dubious divine favor!

The paintings I did at Jeff's house, while technically advanced, merely recorded everything I saw in a rigid manner, failing to capture any truly moving qualities.

But this situation is actually not a big problem!

The things I sculpt, including large-scale miniature projects like the Death Star Fortress, must be presented to audiences familiar with the Star Wars series to demonstrate their true value, not to mention the niche market of anime figurines.

To the people of this planet, they are nothing more than exquisite gadgets whose names they can't even name. The craftsmanship might be worth something, but the designs and patterns are fabricated out of thin air and are utterly meaningless.

But think about it, aren't true works of art the kind that make people feel impressed but can't quite put their finger on why they're so impressive, and that they want to make but can't? If everyone can tell you the story behind something and everyone can imitate it, then it's just folk crafts at best, hardly worthy of being considered high art.

Therefore, the most valuable aspects of these artworks are, firstly, their bizarre and imaginative shapes that surpass the imagination of ordinary people; and secondly, the fact that they could only have been produced by me, and that no matter how hard others try to imitate them, they cannot rely on my vast and boundless memory.