Chapter 134: New Teacher
  To do this job well, Wen Ning then specifically consulted with relevant professionals.

  For children with autism, a guide must be more patient and compassionate. No matter what problems the child encounters or what reactions they have, the teacher must stay by their side throughout the process, gently and patiently guiding them until the child finds something they are interested in, and only then will they gradually be able to break free from their autistic state.

  Wen Ning explained his knowledge of autism to Fang Qing, earning a wave of admiration. "Not bad, you know quite a bit!"

  Wen Ning smiled. "The parent of a student I tutored is a psychologist, so I went to ask for his advice."

  Fang Qing hugged Wen Ning's arm, a sweet, carefree smile on her face. "It's great to have you around. You're so thoughtful."

  "Hmph, you only think of me now? What were you doing?"

  Fang Qing immediately gave someone a servile shoulder rub and back massage. "How could that be? In my heart, President Wen has always been the best..."

  Hearing this, Wen Ning's ears blushed unconsciously. He coughed to hide his feelings, dodging Fang Qing's provocative paws, and stood up, straightening his shirt. "Let's go! I heard a new cafeteria opened today. Let's go try it..."

  The two then made a detailed plan for Zicheng's situation, heading to the villa together three days later to officially begin their educational work.

  Seeing Wen Ning again, little Zicheng didn't show the same resistance as before, but he seemed to prefer Fang Qing's company.

  Fang Qing tried to tell the little boy a story using digital animals, while also explaining the math.

  Wen Ning played the piano nearby, providing background music for their story.

  This lively and engaging teaching method quickly captured Zicheng's attention.

  Initially impatient, he gradually calmed down, sitting at a distance before gradually approaching Fang Qing and Wen Ning. Finally, he took the initiative to grab a digital model, handed it to Fang Qing, and asked a question.

  This dramatic change thrilled everyone present. It meant that Zicheng was slowly accepting the teachers, and that his autism was not far off.

  After two weeks of this teaching, Fang Qing and Wen Ning were able to sit intimately with Zicheng.

  Wen Ning was holding up a history book, telling Zicheng a story with great emotion, while Fang Qing sat nearby, quickly drawing stick figures to illustrate their stories. Their collaborative approach captivated Zicheng, keeping him focused for the entire afternoon.

  Zhang Ting watched from afar. She had watched the two of them exhaustively try to get their son to study. It must have taken a lot of preparation, and her initial skepticism finally settled.

  At the end of the day's class, as they were leaving and approaching the door, the little boy suddenly ran out. He grabbed Zhang Ting's hand, pointed at Fang Qing, and said, "Draw!"

  Zhang Ting was thrilled. She had no idea how long it had been since her son showed interest in learning, and she hadn't expected it would be this little girl who had gotten him talking again.

  As a mother, she felt a sudden pang of sadness, but also a sense of relief. As long as her son was willing to ask, she would be willing to spend even a fortune.

  So, with Fang Qing's permission, Zhang Ting set up several easels in the child's study room, planning to have Fang Qing teach him how to paint the next time he visited.

  But a few days later, when Fang Qing and Wen Ning returned to the villa, they found an elderly man and a middle-aged woman wearing glasses chasing Zicheng around the house.

  "Zicheng, stop! How can you be so rude? Grandpa found you the best teacher, specifically to teach you... Stop!"

  The old man ran a few steps before stopping, panting. He pointed at his now-far-flung grandson, shaking with anger. "You little brat! I, your grandfather, used so many connections to find you the best resources... and you... you actually... ahem! What are you all standing there for! Hurry and catch him!"

  The old man angrily looked at the servants and housekeeper standing around him with their heads bowed. Seeing that no one stepped forward after his prolonged speech, he became even more furious.

  "It seems you all don't want to do this anymore. Fine, I'll have you all removed later!"

  Fang Qing and Wen Ning, standing behind the group, saw Zicheng dodging around, his eyes filled with panic. Concerned for the child's condition, they were about to step forward to dissuade him when someone suddenly grabbed their shoulders.

  A maid, familiar with Fang Qing, shook her head at Fang Qing and gestured behind them.

  "It's not your turn to intervene here." Meng Ting appeared behind the crowd in time, which made Zicheng, who was running around in the room, find his backbone. He threw himself into his father's arms and trembled constantly.

  Seeing his son frightened like this, Meng Ting's already serious face became even more gloomy and terrifying, and his eyes were full of sharpness when he looked at his father.

  "Dad, you should know that Zicheng is afraid of strangers. Why did you bring people here without saying hello, and force him like this? His condition has just improved a little..."

  Before Meng Ting finished speaking, the old man immediately scolded: "What stranger? This is the best gold medal teacher I hired! Teacher Zhang, the most powerful teacher in the capital! Is this your tutor? Humph, it turns out to be the same as your mother..."

  Speaking of his mother, Meng Ting finally lost his patience, sneered and twisted the corner of his mouth, his face full of sarcasm.

  "I'm so sorry. I only had my mother to educate me when I was little. There's nothing I can do about my poor upbringing. After

  all, I didn't have a father to discipline me. And there's nothing I can do about it if you look down on me..." This alludes to his father's infidelity and neglect of the family when he was little. The old man's face flushed red with anger at this. He glared

  at Meng Ting angrily for a long time before snorting and turning around and sitting down. "You're getting cocky now, and I can't argue with you. But I'm here today for my grandson's future. This is Teacher Zhang. Stay here to teach Zicheng, so he doesn't end up like you, unruly and uneducated!"

  Teacher Zhang, whose name was mentioned, stepped forward calmly, bowed slightly to Meng Ting, and introduced himself with a smile, not affected by the atmosphere at all.

  Fang Qing and Wen Ning stood in the crowd, and couldn't help but admire the teacher's resume.

  This teacher is really amazing. Every student taught by her has made great progress. Some of her students have even been outstanding student representatives in previous years. It seems that this teacher is really capable.

  When Fang Qing thought of this, he suddenly felt a little worried. Would a half-baked tutor like himself be replaced?

  Before Fang Qing could figure it out, the old man suddenly said, "I heard that you two actually found two students to teach my grandson. Isn't this a joke? Quit quickly! Having Teacher Zhang is enough! A bunch of brats who are still wet behind the ears dare to call themselves teachers..."

  Meng Ting frowned when he heard this, "Meng Haidong! You are meddling too much!"

  (End of this chapter)