Real Scholar System

"dad!"

Di Zixuan, that is, the boy whose ears were pinched, took this opportunity to break free:
"How many times have I told you that our head teacher asked us to use the mobile phone, but you don't believe me. Just ask, and you will understand after you ask."

"Di Zixuan, Di Zixuan, I never thought you would dare to speak hard in front of the teacher?"

"I think I'm just too busy and don't have time to beat you up! In order to let you go to Qidu No. [-] Middle School, I spent [-] on the school selection fee! For this money, I have to work night shifts in the factory for five months! "

"It's good for you, you don't study hard, you secretly play with your mobile phone every day! You also said to use your mobile phone to study, do you really think your father is an old fool?!"

The fat parent said angrily.

"Parent, please extinguish the fire first." Teacher Wu Tao rushed up to meet him. I am Wu Tao, the head teacher of Class Nine. Are you... Di Zixuan's father? "

"Yes, I am the father of the little bastard Di Zixuan, and my name is Di Meng." Di Meng is really a big bastard, he didn't realize that the ambiguity of his words was quite big, and he provoked a few students next to him. sniggering.

"Di Zixuan's parents, you should come to the office with me to discuss in detail."

Teacher Wu Tao felt that it was necessary to have a good talk with this parent. The children were all in the third year of high school and had held so many parent-teacher meetings. Di Zixuan's aunt came here. It turns out that Di Zixuan's parents divorced very early. Di Meng himself has no education, has a rough temper, and no skills. He is almost 50 and can only work in a factory. The management of this factory is very strict, 997 work system, no leave is allowed.If you take a leave of absence, at least three days' salary will be wasted.Not only that, for employees over 35 years old like him, if they take too much leave, they will be fired by the factory.

It was not easy to meet this time, Teacher Wu Tao decided to have a good talk with this parent.

Parents like Di Meng still have some traditional parents' way of educating filial sons under the stick,

Simple, brutal, and effective.

He didn't know at all that twisting a child's ear in public actually had a great impact on the child's self-esteem.

But Di Zixuan is also a thick-skinned child, he may have gotten used to it.

"Hey! Teacher Wu, I don't have time every time my child holds a parent-teacher meeting. You know my family situation. There is really nothing I can do."

As soon as Di Meng sat down, he couldn't help complaining, "I don't have much education. I didn't study well when I was in school, and I stopped studying in the second year of junior high school. I really can't tutor."

"But you brat, you shouldn't be fooling foreign devils with me! You're playing a game, but you still tell me you're studying! It's not like I haven't seen anyone play a game before."

"Teacher Wu, tell me, is this child still alive?"

Di Meng looked helpless.

"Father Zixuan, I think your demands on your children are too high."

"It's not good if you are not high. You have to go to a good school so that you can find a good job in the future, instead of working hard like me."

"Don't worry. I think you need to understand one thing first. Zixuan has made great progress in his studies recently. You are too worried."

"impossible!"

"Then he is so obsessed with playing with his mobile phone. He also watches while eating, and now he doesn't do homework at home. He stares at his mobile phone all day long, so he can study well?"

Teacher Wu Tao nodded firmly: "Tomorrow is the monthly exam, whether you make progress or not, let's use the results to speak!"

"Okay." Anyway, there is only one day. Since the head teacher said that his son has made great progress in his studies, it should mean that he has made great progress.Wait another day, last time I remembered that he was ranked 675th in the school, and see what he can get in the test tomorrow.

After sending Di Meng away, Wu Tao added his phone number, saying that he would call him when the grades came out tomorrow, because he didn't even know how to use WeChat.

Wu Tao was really puzzled, there are still people who don't use WeChat?

However, considering that their family is a single-parent family, this situation is also helpless, but he is not clear that Di Meng is not an isolated case.

Qidu No. [-] Middle School Senior Class No. [-] Class Group.

"Recently, have you noticed that children's studies are a bit strange. They have never been so active in their studies. They used to play computer games in different ways, but now they study late every day."

"Really? My Haoran is also like this. The guy who never likes to study, now he gets into his room as soon as he gets home. He is really serious about his studies."

"Could it be that they are all sensible in the third year of high school? That's great."

"Yes, the child has finally grown up."

"Is there some misunderstanding here? How could the children suddenly become sensible on the same day? My children have also changed their ways. I wonder if they are secretly doing something bad?"

"Don't guess, these children are playing games!" Song Meixin's mother said.

"what?"

"play games?"

"what happened?"

"Oh. If I hadn't checked the surveillance, I wouldn't believe that my Song Meixin would play games."

"Originally, I planned to wait for the test results tomorrow. If she is addicted to games, she will definitely fall behind in the test results. Then I will showdown with her. If she does not affect the results, I will turn a blind eye and close one eye. After all, it is not good for the child to know that I am secretly monitoring her."

"Nonsense! I'm going to ask my children!"

"I will also check the computer usage records to see what he is playing."

The news immediately exploded the parent group.

The first mission of the students is to learn!Especially high school students,
Life can have a few back stroke?When not to fight at this time?
If you waste 1 minute today, you will regret it for the rest of your life tomorrow.

Raise one point and kill thousands of people.

As long as you can't learn to die, learn from death.

This is almost the stereotyped concept of society for high school students.

The parents of these children are basically born in the 70s, and Qidu is a third-tier city. Their educational concepts have not completely broken away from the tradition, and most of them hold a repellent attitude towards games.

Hearing that the babies they were thinking about were working hard day and night, maybe it was a game, they all jumped up.

After half an hour.

"Sure enough, I was playing a game. I beat him hard, and it made me mad!"

"I'm in the ambulance right now with a heart attack."

"I didn't hit him, but I gave him a good lesson."

"I talked to the kid and he told me the school let them play."

"Don't lie! The school lets them play games?"

"My children said it was recommended by their class teacher."

"Really, some teachers sell lessons to their children and then get a high commission. I can bear this kind of thing. This teacher actually sells games to children? It's unbearable!"

"Teachers' morality is corrupt! They are devoid of conscience! We will go to school to find them tomorrow!"

"Yes, such a black-hearted scum must never be let go!"

A storm brewed from the parent group.