The system asked me to be a teacher

Chapter 111 Zheng Miao's Sister-in-Law

When the woman saw Kong Meng, her eyes lit up: "You are Teacher Kong, right? My name is Zheng Wanqing!"

Kong Meng hurriedly said: "Hello, hello, are you Zheng Miao's mother?"

Zheng Wanqing didn't answer directly, but put Zheng Miao's face and her own face together, and said with a smile: "Then do you think we look alike?"

"Like, Zheng Miao, I didn't expect your mother to be so young."

What Confucius and Mencius said was the truth, because Zheng Wanqing was a copy of Zheng Miao in terms of eyebrows and expressions.

Confucius and Mencius could even see Zheng Miao's future from Zheng Wanqing.

"Thank you. I like people to say that I am young. Teacher Kong, why don't you guess how old I am today?"

"This..." Kong Meng was stunned for a moment. It wasn't that he didn't want to guess, but that he was a teacher and the other party was a parent. Isn't this topic a bit off track?
But after a little hesitation, he still said, "You can be up to 28 today."

Although she has never been in a relationship, Confucius and Mencius also know that women like others to praise themselves for being young. Although Zheng Wanqing looks at most 30, but since she is Zheng Miao's mother, her actual age should be 35 or higher.

I said she is 28, absolutely no problem.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Confucius and Mencius finished speaking, Zheng Miao burst into laughter: "Haha..."

The smile on Zheng Wanqing's face faltered: "Mr. Kong, how old am I? My girl is only 25 this year, okay?"

Confucius and Mencius: "???"

Seeing Kongmeng's dumbfounded expression, Zheng Miao proudly said to Zheng Wanqing: "I said you look older, but you still don't believe me. Now my teacher says so, what else do you have to argue?"

"Aren't you Zheng Miao's mother?" Kong Meng also realized at this time that he must have made a wrong judgment at the beginning.

Zheng Miao smiled and said, "Mr. Kong, this is my sister-in-law."

Kong Menghan got one, that's right, both of them have the surname Zheng, so the father's blood relationship should probably be greater.

"I'm sorry, I was preconceived." Kong Meng apologized, and then asked Zheng Miao, "Why didn't your parents come?"

Zheng Miao said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Teacher Kong, my parents are on a business trip abroad and won't be back in a short time."

Zheng Wanqing was not happy: "Why, only Xiao Miao's parents are parents, can't I be the parent?"

"That's not what I meant. In fact, it doesn't matter who comes. Why don't you sit in the first class?" Realizing that he had said something wrong, Kong Meng hurriedly changed the subject.

But Zheng Wanqing didn't move at all, she looked at Kong Meng with great interest: "Mr. Kong, I heard from Xiao Miao that you wrote her song "Learning to Meow"?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Then can I also ask you to help write a song? The level doesn't need to be high, just a little better than Xiaomao."

"This..." Kong Meng was stunned for a moment, and I saw the students' obsession with music, so I could help by the way, why did everyone come to me to ask for a song?

He was thinking about how to refuse, when Zheng Miao said, "Hey, Zheng Wanqing, what did we say when we came here? Didn't we let you speak indiscriminately?"

"Xiao Miao, how can I say that I am also your aunt, do you talk to elders like this?"

"Then you can't take your word for it..."

Seeing the two beauties staring at each other, Kong Meng had no choice but to smooth things over: "Don't be angry, it's just a song... Ms. Zheng also likes music?"

Before Zheng Wanqing could speak, Zheng Miao immediately dismantled the stage: "Teacher, please ignore her, she's a lip-synch who can't even pronounce the five notes, so how can she sing any songs?"

"What is lip service? It's called a talk show. It's a relatively new art form in Western countries. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

"Isn't it just stand-up comedy, and a talk show? Do you really think I don't understand?"

"..."

After listening to the words of the two, Confucius and Mencius next to him were a little dazed, talk show?Haven't the world's talk shows become popular in China yet?
It can’t be blamed on Confucius and Mencius, he taught in Zhiyuan as soon as he crossed, and he was so busy recently, how could he have the opportunity to pay attention to the art form of Huaguo?
When the two were talking, Kong Meng interjected and asked, "Ms. Zheng, if I'm not mistaken, you asked me to write songs for you to enrich your talk show, right?"

"Hey, Teacher Kong also understands talk shows?

That's right, although talk shows are very popular in Western countries, they are very thin compared to the traditional arts in China. If they want to develop, they must innovate on the original basis. "

"I've only seen it once or twice." Kong Meng said, "But in my opinion, talk shows have two characteristics, one is humorous, and the other is close to life.

If you want to innovate in music, you don’t have to use new songs. As long as the artistic conception of many old songs is consistent with the content of the talk show, it is definitely better than new songs that are hard-fought.Hey, what are you doing..."

But Confucius and Mencius were talking, and suddenly found that Zheng Wanqing's pair of jade hands were touching his head.

Seeing being avoided by Kong Meng, Zheng Wanqing felt a little regretful: "I just want to see how your head grows."

Confucius and Mencius: "Huh?"

Zheng Wanqing looked at Kong Meng like a giant panda: "I'm sorry, the main reason is that your insights on talk shows just now are too incisive.

You don't know, in order to study this art form, I forgot to sleep and eat, and made many versions, but the response was mediocre. I never understood the reason for the failure, so I wanted to innovate with music.

Until now, I realized that I only focused on its humor and humor, but neglected to be close to life.

Talk shows are popular culture, but I insist on going elegant. "

"Oh, I'll just say that, as long as it can be useful to you." Kong Meng didn't expect Zheng Wanqing's motive to be this.

"It's not only useful, it's really useful, Mr. Kong, why don't you quit your job as a teacher and go to our company. I guarantee you will earn much more than you do now."

Confucius and Mencius: "??"

"Ahem, Miss Zheng, you are here to attend the parent meeting today, not to poach someone. Do you really think that our teacher cares about your broken company that loses so much money that it can't even pay your salary?"

Zheng Wanqing didn't expect Zheng Miao to reveal her old background: "I lose money now, but it doesn't mean I will lose money in the future. Besides, do you ever talk to your aunt like this?"

"You want to abduct my teacher, I just said that you are already very polite, okay..."

"you……"

Seeing that the two were talking and quarreling again, Kong Meng hurriedly said, "This... Ms. Zheng, I'm sorry, I like the profession of teaching very much, and I have no plans to change my career."

"Really?" Zheng Wanqing also realized that what she said just now was a little impulsive, "Mr. Kong, I know that with the current situation of our company, it is difficult to attract you enough, but I believe that I will be qualified to come again soon. You are invited."

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

He really wanted to explain that his reluctance to change jobs had nothing to do with his treatment, but when the words came out of his mouth, it became:
"I'm sorry, Ms. Zheng, I'm going to be busy now, so why don't I talk about it later?"

It was only after the two entered the classroom that Confucius and Mencius breathed a sigh of relief.

He shook his head helplessly, saying, shouldn't the parents ask about their academic performance first when they come to hold a parent-teacher meeting?
It was the first time he met someone who asked him to guess his age first, and then poached him if he disagreed.

But he didn't have time to think too much, because other parents also arrived one after another, and Kong Meng rushed out to welcome them.

"Are you Teacher Kong? My name is Fang Qing, and I am Fang Zhenyuan's father. Zhenyuan told me everything about you. I want to thank you for taking care of him!"

"Hello!"

"Mr. Kong, Li Houtu is doing geological exploration. Besides you, Sihua has never admired anyone in all these years."

"Hello……"

Fang Zhenyuan's father, Fang Qing, was a middle-aged uncle with long beards. Li Sihua's father, Li Houtu, was thin and weak, a very refined and senior intellectual.

(End of this chapter)