I just graduated from college and asked my goddess teacher to take maternity leave

Xiaobao is now the monitor. According to the teacher, he is the monitor who talks the most.

Teacher Li didn’t know what he said all day long. Why did he talk so much that he could talk to anyone sitting next to him?

Lele, a child with autism, sits and chats with Xiaobao every day.

After chatting and chatting, I am now much more cheerful and start to communicate simply with others without talking.

Therefore, Xiaobao, the talkative little boy, also made a contribution.

On the first day of homework, Teacher Li motioned to Dabao to check them one by one.

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't look good, as long as it's written."

Dabao sat motionless in his seat, his expression became more and more like his mother's, he waved his little hand and said in a sweet voice.

"Come here one by one and let me check. My foot is injured."

As soon as he heard that he was injured, Teacher Li quickly asked, "What happened to your foot?"

Dabao thought for a while, "When I got up from squatting in the toilet, the crackling was like lightning."

Although it was already morning, my feet still felt very uncomfortable.

The teacher knew that my feet were numb after sitting in the toilet for a long time.

One by one, the classmates came over with their notebooks to check Dabao.

Dabao glanced at it and waved: Next.

Teacher Li folded his arms and looked on: Tsk, tsk, tsk, he looks like a big shot at a young age.

Suddenly, Dabao stopped and stretched his head to take a look.

"Is this a cherry?"

"I am 6."

"Take it to the teacher to see."

Dabao didn't say much and waved to indicate the next one.

Teacher Li took over the homework from that classmate. Good guy, Dabao’s description is really apt.

0Draw a small knot on it. The lengths of the little knots vary, but aren’t they just like cherries?

"Baby, this is wrong to write. Who taught you?"

"grandmother."

"Do you know how to write it like this? Come on, take it hand in hand and the teacher will teach you."

After teaching a few, the teacher asked the child, "Do you know how to do it?"

"Yes."

"Then write another one. This one won't work."

"Oh."

Soon, Dabao said that he had described it wrong just now. It was not a cherry, and it should be called a cherry.

Now this homework is the cherry on top, "Take it to the teacher."

There were only dozens of homework books in the class, and Dabao finished checking them in less than five minutes. He held his chin in his hands and wondered where he was wandering.

A teacher came to Teacher Li and didn't know what he said.

Teacher Li looked at Xiaobao who was chatting again.

"Monitor Zi Xing, bring your homework to the teacher for review."

Xiaobao took the homework to the teacher.

The 6s written in the first three rows are completely different from the 6s written in the following rows. One is ugly and the other is regular.

"You wrote all this homework?"

"I wrote them all."

"If you wrote them all, why are this 6 different from this 6?"

"I, I, this, this..."

Memories emerged in Dabao's mind, "This, these are written by me, these sisters wrote for me..."

Teacher Li also called Dabao to the podium.

"Child Ziyue can't help his younger brother with his homework. He has to complete his own homework independently. Do you understand?"

"Zixing's homework will be checked by the teacher from now on. You can go back."

Xiaobao's face suddenly fell, he pouted and went down with his homework book.

It’s not good to be the monitor!

He doesn't want to be the monitor anymore!

Lin Feng didn't know about this yet. He just felt that his son was a little unhappy these days. As soon as he came back, he started looking through his old toys and didn't know what he was busy with.

After entering the middle class, the teachers were slightly stricter than those in the small class.

For students whose homework is too poorly written, the teacher will ask them to take it back and rewrite it.

As long as it's not a ghost drawing, the teacher will usually give it to you, so it doesn't matter if it's ugly, just don't write it randomly.

Now, the main thing is to cultivate a learning attitude in babies.

This time, the Chinese teacher taught ‘one’. Last semester, I taught the students 1-5, so I went over the number 1 again.

Homework for Saturday and Sunday will be written twice each.

Early on Saturday morning, Lin Feng finished breakfast and asked his two children to do their homework while he supervised them.

There are two small desks in the children's room, where they now study and write homework.

Dabao took out his homework book. In sharp contrast, Xiaobao's homework book was crumpled into garbage and curled like a big wave.

"Dad, go out and cook. We will do our homework well."

With that said, Xiaobao pushed Lin Feng out.

He also said something like, ‘We are little adults now, we don’t need supervision, we can all write. "

Lin Feng thought that the homework was not difficult and the problem was not big.

"Okay, then daddy is going to make lunch. You guys finish writing it early and we can go play in the afternoon."

"Yeah, it's best, dad, let's go, go, go."

With a bang, the door closed.

Lin Feng shook his head.

Based on my understanding of Xiaobao, there is a high probability that he will become a demon.

But as a parent, you still have to believe in your children!

Moreover, I also monitor this baby!

When I first installed the surveillance system, I wanted to install one in the children's room so that it would be easier to tuck the children in at night.

But this thing has never been used.

The two little guys kept wanting to sleep with their parents, and they couldn't get rid of them no matter what. They had a headache.

Lin Feng turned on the surveillance camera, which was a mistake.

Although it was a 360-degree surveillance, we could only see the backs of two children doing their homework.

Dabao was sitting neatly, while Xiaobao was kneeling on the stool and didn't know what he was busy with. The two little ones put their heads together and didn't do their homework, and they didn't know what to talk about.

When children first start doing homework, don’t be too harsh, lest they hate doing homework.

This is Lin Feng's first time as a parent, and he follows step by step in the specific education of his children.

Times are progressing, and old educational ideas cannot be applied to today's children.

They are much smarter and mentally mature than they were back then.

This age group has mobile phones, tablets, computers, all kinds of pocket money, etc.

And I was still there at that time: your dad’s head was like a ball, kicked into the department store.

After cooking, I looked at the surveillance video and saw that the two children were already playing.

"Have you finished your homework?"

The children answered in unison, "It's finished."

"Has the pencil been sharpened?"

"It's peeled."

They are all automatic pencil sharpeners and are easy to operate. What surprised Lin Feng was that the children were so well-behaved this time.

The old father felt sincerely pleased!

"Then go downstairs and eat."

After dinner, the two children did not take a nap. The sun was just right and the father and son went to set up a tent.

After working for a long time, the two children went to fly kites, and Lin Feng was the only one lying in the tent.

After a while, the phone rang.

Prompt Xiaobao to interact with a certain child to add friends, and another friend will be added in less than ten minutes.

Now the little guy has more friends on his phone watch than on his own WeChat.

While Lin Feng was eating snacks, he looked at the two playful figures in the distance, talking to the children.

Just when Lin Feng turned around, there was movement in front of him, as if someone was fighting.

Lin Feng heard the voice of his child, picked up his phone, put on his backpack and rushed over.

When Lin Feng arrived, the adults had already separated our three children, two of whom were their own.

Dabao and Xiaobao's hair was messed up and their clothes were messed up. They both stared at a tall girl.

Visually, he was about meters tall, probably in fourth or fifth grade. He was staring fiercely at this time.