Ling Sirui's parents in class two of the third year are a bit strange

"That... Teacher Hao," Ling Sirui slid off the sofa like a soft noodle, "I might still have to go home."

Hao Ke raised his head from the desk: "What's wrong?"

"My dad won't let me stay overnight." Ling Sirui made a small face, and went slowly to pack his small schoolbag.

"Your dad is back?" Hao Ke suddenly became energetic, and the hand holding the pen tightened unconsciously, and the black plastic fountain pen made an unbearable creaking sound.

"Ah, no, I just remembered it all of a sudden." Ling Sirui quickly changed his words, carried his schoolbag on his back, ran to the door to put on his shoes, and hurriedly opened the door, "Mr. Hao, I'm leaving then, goodbye!"

"Hey, wait a minute." Hao Ke stood up, "Let me call you a car, where is your home?"

Ling Sirui gasped, and it was this death issue again. Although he hated Ling Xu's behavior of throwing his hands away and talking to the shopkeeper, it didn't mean that he would betray Ling Xu. After all, the two monsters were grasshoppers on the same rope, and Ling Xu revealed Even if he passed the exam, he would not be able to pass the "Access Permit" test. He didn't want to take the risk.

"No teacher, I've already called the nanny, and he'll be here soon." Ling Si Ruifei finished speaking as if, and closed the door with a "bang".

"Ling Sirui!" Hao Ke didn't bother to change into his pajamas, put on a long beige trench coat, and rushed out, chasing all the way downstairs, when he saw a white van passing away.

"Why is this child so anxious?" Hao Ke said helplessly.

Back at the apartment, Hao Ke wanted to call the nanny to ask about the situation, picked up the phone, and saw the two messages from Ling Xu on WeChat.

"Okay, it turns out that Ling Sirui's father has returned!" Hao Ke was excited, pinching the fingers on the edge of the phone and turning off the screen.

"Crack!" Hao Ke's angry expression was reflected on the pitch-black screen.

However, he didn't contact Ling Xu immediately to reprimand him for throwing away the shopkeeper.

Because he found it useless.

Hao Ke looked away from the lesson plans on the table, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Squeak" one by one

The old iron gate slid open with a harsh noise.

The room was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers, but the small figure sneaked into the room with extraordinary dexterity, overcame the obstacles on the ground, and came to the only room emitting a faint blue light—the dining room.

The faint blue light comes from the liquid crystal display panel on the refrigerator, which now shows an ultra-low temperature of -50°C. Generally, the freezer temperature of a refrigerator is between -7°C and -30°C. This temperature range is enough to preserve For daily meat products, the lower the temperature, the better, but it is not cost-effective in terms of electricity consumption, and it is difficult for ordinary refrigerators to keep the temperature so low.

In the restaurant of the Ling family, there are three double-door ultra-large ultra-low temperature refrigerators.

That's right, three.

Three refrigerators almost filled the dining room. Under the cold blue light, there was a simple old-fashioned iron frame round table against the wall in the dining room, and two matching iron frame chairs were placed on both sides.

The all-encompassing large balcony outside the restaurant has been converted into a kitchen, separated from the restaurant by a frosted sliding door. It can be seen that the person who originally designed the interior decoration of this house is still very careful, but it is a long time ago. All were spoiled by the new residents.

Inside the frosted sliding door, a tall figure was busy.

"Boom!" Ling Sirui threw the small schoolbag onto the metal chair and sat down unhappily.

The tall figure paused slightly, and then, there was a sound of banging pots and pans, and the posture seemed to be about to hold a percussion concert.

"Wow one one"

The frosted sliding door clocked in. The tall man lowered his head slightly, and walked into the dining room from the kitchen. He was holding an enamel bowl the size of a washbasin in his hand, which was full of meat pieces. Miraculously, the texture of the meat pieces was still flowing. Light blue fluorescent, flickering in the dark, especially weird.

"Hey, what is this!" Ling Sirui showed disgust.

"Sea Monster Meat." Ling Xu put the enamel bowl on the table, the enamel bottom and the iron tabletop made an unpleasant knocking sound, and in the mouth of the washbasin-sized bowl, pieces of meat glowing with a strange blue light bounced elastically.

"Hey one by one" Ling Sirui's small face turned to one side, "I've eaten it, you can eat it yourself!"

Ling Xu sat down and gave Ling Sirui and himself an enamel plate: "Eat."

"I won't eat!" Ling Sirui turned his head, expressing his resolute rejection.

However, he left without lifting his ass.

Because he dare not.

The atmosphere gradually became dignified. In the dark restaurant, the father and son sat quietly and faced each other like a pair of enemies.

Ling Sirui felt the strong pressure that made him a little out of breath, and knew that if he didn't say something at this time, today's matter would be difficult.

"How about I turn on the light?" Ling Sirui asked tentatively.

Just after leaving the bright and warm apartment, Ling Sirui already misses Teacher Hao very much.

"What light do you turn on? Where's your night vision ability?" Ling Xu filled a plate full of meat for Ling Sirui with a spoon filled with beef bones, and a salty seafood smell came into Ling Sirui's nose, "Eat quickly , finish eating, don’t leave any left over.”

"I've eaten..." Ling Sirui wanted to cry, "I'm really full..."

"Eat quickly, finish eating, don't leave anything left." Ling Xu repeated ruthlessly.

Ling Sirui grabbed a piece of trembling sea monster meat without tears, and stuffed it into his mouth like a torture. The fishy smell that came up in an instant made him want to vomit, but he sneaked a glance at Ling Xu who was looking at him expressionlessly. After that, he had to swallow the thick and tasteless meat with all his strength, and even stretched his neck from choking.

"Chew it," Ling Xu coldly offered off-site technical guidance, "What about your teeth? Chew hard, chew hard, chew it until you swallow it, why can't you even eat rice?"

Ling Sirui was crying in his heart. He managed to swallow a piece of meat, and pushed the plate angrily: "I told you I'm full! The hairy crabs made by Mr. Hao! The crab claws that Mr. Hao peeled for me, woo, That taste is so good...Ling Xu, you don't know how to cook at all, you only abuse me!"

Ling Sirui lost his temper, and while Ling Xu was in a daze, he picked up his schoolbag and fled back to his room.

In the dark dining room, Ling Xu stared at the plate in a daze for a while, then he stood up and went to the kitchen balcony, where the sound of a kitchen knife chopping meat sounded slowly and heavily.

Ling Sirui returned to his bedroom, immediately turned on the light, sat at the desk, propped his chin and looked out the window.

This is an old community, dilapidated to the point that few people live there, only the lights in the stairwell are on on the upper floor opposite, and there are a few scattered windows with lights on in other places.

"Alas..." Ling Sirui sighed, opened the textbook, and began to read.

He must pass the "Person Permit" test to live the life of a human being. No, there are thousands of different kinds of life that a human being lives. He must live the life of his own choice.

Just like the kind of life the other kids in their class lead.

The bedroom door opened, Ling Xu walked in, put the enamel plate on Ling Sirui's desk, glanced at Ling Sirui's textbook, left without saying anything.

Ling Sirui looked at the enamel plate, the newly brought in meat was obviously reprocessed, each piece was cut into small cubes.

Ling Sirui flattened his mouth, picked up a piece, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The abundant spiritual power cannot be brought by human food. It comes from the pure spiritual breath of S-class monsters who have cultivated for a hundred years under the sea. It can instantly transform ordinary little monsters into the ranks of big monsters.

Even for monsters of the ancient mountain and sea level like Chenghuang, such top grade monsters can be encountered but not sought after.

While eating sea monster meat, Ling Sirui felt the power of spiritual energy filling his body.

Looking up again, the interior furnishings in every window on the opposite floor can be clearly seen.

In that living room, two old men were dozing off while watching the news.

In that study room, a fat cat jumped onto the desk and stared at the bird cage hanging in front of the window.

Ling Sirui lowered his eyes, looking at the meat cut into small pieces, he couldn't help feeling a little sour in his heart.

A Monday in mid-October.

At noon, the teaching team leader called the teachers leading the class to hold a teaching conference. After announcing the teaching tasks of each grade for this semester, he took out a folder with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Just the day before yesterday, I received an amazing teaching plan," the teaching team leader said with a smile, "It is a one-theme semester plan proposed by one of your excellent teachers."

"Theme semester plan?" All the teachers looked at each other, what does that mean?

"Teacher Hao, please briefly introduce your proposed semester plan for this theme." The teaching team leader waved his hand and called Hao Ke to the podium in the auditorium.

Hao Ke didn't expect the teaching team leader to be so interested in this plan, so he stood up, squeezed out from the crowd of teachers, and came to the podium.

As a head teacher, naturally, I never have stage fright.

Hao Ke said generously: "Hello everyone, I am Hao Ke, the head teacher of the second class of the third year. My theme semester plan is a relatively overall plan, starting from the point of view of the head teacher, and requires the cooperation of teachers of various subjects. It just so happens that everyone is here, so I will take this opportunity to briefly say two things..."

The so-called theme semester plan is actually to unify the teaching of various subjects into one theme. The theme Hao Ke set for the third grade is "Family", and he plans to use the first and second semesters to realize this theme.

In other words, all subjects in the third grade will reflect the theme of "family", which requires the cooperation of family members, so that children can understand the importance of "family", and the responsibilities and obligations of "family" in a deeper way Fully understand that running and maintaining a "family" is the responsibility of all members and will profoundly affect everyone's life.

"The specific curriculum, if you are interested, I will post the teaching plan in the group sharing later, and we will discuss further together." Hao Ke closed the folder.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and the teachers had their own ideas: some thought it was very good, allowing children to think about their own lives and care about their family members while learning scattered knowledge; some thought it was too idealistic, after all Parents send their children to school in the hope that the school will take on the responsibility for education. Now this kind of theme learning seems to be throwing the responsibility back to the parents. I am afraid that there will be resistance in the process of advancement.

At this time, a gentle man who had been standing at the front door of the auditorium since the meeting came to the podium while applauding.

He exudes an aura that is different from ordinary people, and all the teachers are involuntarily attracted to him.

"This is Director Gu Chuanyin, special commissioner of the Education Bureau," the teaching team leader introduced respectfully, "Director Gu, what guidance do you have for the theme semester plan proposed by our teaching team?"

Gu Chuanyin clapped his hands with a smile and said: "Very good, I am very satisfied, not only to do it, but also to implement it. I fully support this teacher He. There is only one small suggestion - this plan must be implemented in the final grades , otherwise it is a castle in the air, Mr. He, please draw up a scoring table for me according to your curriculum design."

"Uh..." Hao Ke paused, "My surname is Hao."

"Okay, okay, it doesn't matter what your surname is, we'll talk about it later, you must give me the score sheet." Gu Chuanyin waved his hand at Hao Ke without looking back, "Let's do this first, you guys continue with the meeting, everyone There's a lot going on, so I'm leaving first."

There was a moment of silence in the audience, and then there was a sudden burst of warm applause.

Hao Ke frowned, looking at the back of Director Gu leaving, feeling weird.

In fact, Hao does not quite agree with the implementation of this themed semester plan in the form of score assessment. His purpose is to let the children have the awareness of running a family independently and strengthen the relationship between family members, rather than to divide the children according to the degree of family cooperation. They are divided into grades and grades.

After all, everyone's original family cannot be chosen by themselves. Although the children who can enter the emperor's noble school, the original family will not be too bad, but it is too much to rate the children on this basis.

"Leader, I..."

"Teacher Hao, just treat it as a task to complete, the task assigned to you by the organization." The teaching team leader pulled Hao Ke aside and said in a low voice, "You are still executing the specific execution. You give 100 points for all of them. Gu The director doesn't know either, let's deal with the matter in front of us first."

"Ok."

That night, Hao Ke listed several scoring points according to the plan, made a scoring sheet, and handed it in.The next day, the teaching team leader excitedly told Hao Ke that Director Gu from the Education Bureau was very satisfied and even approved several pilot projects in the school.

"It's formalism." Teacher Ye in the office commented after hearing this, "Just get used to it."

"It's not formalism, I'm really going to implement it." Hao Ke turned on the computer, called up the scoring form, and deleted all the scoring columns, "It's just that it's according to my method."