"Class? Oh, let's take a break. Everyone goes out to the toilet, and they are not allowed to chase and fight. ”

Miao Qing was reminded, and then she came back to her senses from the shock and said the class skillfully.

The students dispersed in a hurry, and the boys and girls all ran away.

"Daddy Song Ci, come here. ”

Miao Qing looked at the few Song Ci who were still in the seat, and greeted Song Chun'an with the math book in his hand.

Song Chun'an is like a great enemy!

In just a few steps, I have already prepared a draft, simulated several questions that the teacher may ask, and listed targeted answers.

Although it was the first time he had been a parent, it was not the first time he had dealt with a teacher, and when he was in school, he would not have to deal with the teacher one day.

Song Chunan has a wealth of experience, but he has never experienced the one in front of him.

"What do you mean? You don't want to teach us kids?"

Miao Qing inexplicably felt some sympathy for the parents who grasped the wrong focus.

This is also shocking, right?

"It's not that I don't want to teach, it's that I can't. Do you know your child's true learning progress? She has already learned high school math and must have learned Chinese in advance, right?

At her level, taking classes with our class is completely meaningless, and she can't learn anything useful.

The child has other teachers to teach, right? Just keep learning and don't waste time here.

To put it mildly, it is a crime to kill a genius. This kid is not the material for becoming a great scientist in the future!

How precious are scientists, who can win glory for the country and contribute to the development of mankind! Take your children away quickly, I really can't teach them. ”

Song Chunan looked at the excited and inexplicable teacher with a confused face, and then looked at the well-behaved and cute little girl, as well as the nephew and nephew who were stammering on the side, and swallowed hard.

"It's not a teacher, you let me take care of it. ”

Song Chun'an took a deep breath and hugged a few textbooks in his arms, as if this could return him to his sanity.

"You mean to say that my daughter is good at studying and can keep up in your class, right? That's good, the child can take the first exam, and we parents are happy. ”

You can't discriminate against a child just because his grades are too good, right?

Miao Qing was speechless, why does this parent always grasp the wrong point?

She persuaded bitterly:

"You didn't understand what I meant. Song Ci is not a good learner, she is too good, she is a genius......, do you know?

"Stop!" Song Chunan hurriedly shouted to stop, a little allergic to these four words.

"You've won the prize, but don't praise our children like this. The child is still young and can't tell the difference between good and bad words, so she has to be taught to be modest and cautious and down-to-earth.

As for genius or something, I think you're thinking too much. Song Ci just learned a little more, better than ordinary children, and really didn't get to that point.

Yes, the child does have other teachers to teach. But she has only just started learning, and she hasn't even learned a single hand, so where is she a big scientist? Her teacher is so curious, and she doesn't dare to praise herself so much. ”

Song Chunan calmed down as he spoke, thinking that the teacher was rare and strange, and almost caused him to make a joke.

However, the teacher praised his children so much, and he was still very useful. Teacher Miao has a vision!

"Song Ci is still young, and there is a lot to learn. There must be a teacher in a threesome, this is what we often say to children.

To be a man first and then do things, to be a modern talent with five stresses and four beauties, morality, intelligence, physical fitness, beauty and labor must be developed in an all-round way, nothing can be held back, and it is not enough to study well, you say yes?"

Miao Qing listened to his set of rules, and she could say better than her, a serious teacher, what else could she do?

"You do teach your son well!"

Teacher Miao gave a thumbs up, closed the math book, gently put it back on the table, and touched Song Ci's head lovingly, how to see how to love.

Look at this round head, how can it be so round? Look at this intelligent brain, how can it be so bright!

"Song Ci, you are very smart, I believe you can understand the words of the teacher and your father.

We all have a lot of expectations for you, and we think you're going to be a really good person, so you have to work hard to know, right?"

Song Ci nodded and smiled.

It's good to be valued by others, but have they forgotten that she is still a real baby!

Is it still possible to have a good time? It's immoral to stifle a happy childhood, right?

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