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Xuanxuan's extension of his travel semester still needs to be approved by the Immortal Dengming.

Tingquan felt uneasy.

Finally, he mustered up the courage and floated in front of the Great Immortal Dengming as vaguely and timidly as a wandering spirit.

Looking at the light screen that Tingquan carefully unfolded in front of his eyes, the face of the great fairy with crane hair and childlike face was uncertain.

Finally, Tingquan received the stream of consciousness.

"That's it. However, it can't be that long. The average time limit for the next batch is 55 days. So Xuanxuan's time for this study tour will be cut off by a few days, so this must be done by Xuanxuan himself came back once in 46 days to re-sign the memorandum!"

"Okay, okay, I will definitely take care of it!" Tingquan disappeared without a trace in an instant as if he had been granted amnesty.

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After New Year's Day, Fang Chen began to invigilate exams day after day.

On this day, after the exam, the professional director, Teacher Yang, arranged an office for her. The original computer was also moved to the office by Fang Chen.

After a lot of fuss, I finally settled down.

There were two female teachers in the office, one was Zhang Chunting, who was four years younger than Fang Chen, and the other was He Rui, who had just graduated from graduate school and was only 25 years old.

My son's primary school only went to school for two and a half days after New Year's Day. He selected various outstanding students, left winter vacation homework, and then had a holiday.

Jianjian brought back a certificate for the most improved students. The little guy held the certificate as if he had received a treasure and showed it to his mother with a grin. After Fang Chen praised him, his little heart felt even more beautiful and he found the glue stick. , carefully applied glue to the four corners, and neatly posted the certificate on the wall in front of the desk.

When he first arrived in a new office, Fang Chen didn't dare to take his son to work for fear of causing trouble to others. I persuaded Jianjian to go to his grandma’s house every day.

After another proctored exam, Fang Chen just returned to the office and saw Zhang Chunting sorting out the test papers, so he went over to help. He accidentally saw a stack of paintings on her desk, about four or five. Hey, what do you see? Looks so familiar?

Just as he was about to take a closer look, Zhang Chunting had already stacked the test papers on top of it.

At this time, Teacher Yang called Fang Chen in the corridor. Fang Chen hurried over and saw Yu Meifang was there. The other two people in the office, Wan Fangfang and Chen Gaofeng, were both busy. When Yu Meifang saw Fang Chen come in, she walked to Wan Fangfang's table, picked up a textbook and flipped through it. Wan Fangfang hurriedly grabbed the textbook and put it back where it belonged, covering the pile of paper below with another journal. The two of them murmured to each other, laughing in low voices.

"Teacher Yang, are you looking for me?" Fang Chen turned directly to the director.

Director Yang did not look at Fang Chen, but said with twinkling eyes: "This year-end rating for you is B-level------"

Fang Chen was surprised. No matter how well she did in the past two years, she had been rated as the lowest D grade. How come she was ranked B grade this year? You know, I didn’t even participate in the summary.

Director Yang continued: "Also, because I'm afraid you won't have enough class hours, you can take two more labor classes per week next semester."

Fang Chen was surprised, "I think the online art on campus is 100 hours, which should be enough ------"

Yu Meifang interrupted Fang Chen and said, "Hey, Teacher Yang is thinking about his subordinates. I'm afraid you will make less money. Hey, I want to come to your major. I'm so happy, isn't it?"

"Come on, come on, Sister Meifang, I will be the first to welcome you!" Wan Fangfang said in a cooing voice.

"We all welcome you!" Chen Gaofeng also said loudly.

A scene of joy.

Fang Chen couldn't get in the conversation for a while.

Yu Meifang smiled and winked at Teacher Yang, stretched out her hand to make a three sign, and then a one sign, urging, "Look at my memory, Teacher Yang, Director Wei is still waiting for you to have a meeting, hurry up."

Back in the office, Fang Chen checked on the campus website and saw that the total number of art class hours had changed to 52 class hours. No wonder, it was not enough.

Since the school's salary reform in 2006, professional teachers have to teach 370 class hours a year. If not, the class fee for the next year will be deducted according to a factor. Of course, if you exceed the limit, you will be rewarded according to the coefficient.

The policy is a good policy, but no matter how good the policy is, it will often go wrong when implemented by people who are good at opportunism.

After all the exams were over, Fang Chen helped other teachers calculate scores and took a break after working for two days.