The calligraphy class is held "one morning".

It seems like a lot of flexibility, but it's actually only 2 hours at most.

Because the so-called class is actually that the child finishes the big characters to be written today, and then takes them to COSCO for correction. COSCO took a brush dipped in red ink and drew circles on the better written characters. That is, the more red circles, the higher the level of the child.

Under normal circumstances, COSCO will give some opinions and suggestions to some children with high talents, for example, this point of the word should be further in, this horizontal should be more solid, and the overall structure of the word should be how it should be. Especially the kind of children whose homeland is basically red in a piece of homework, COSCO can sometimes even talk to them for about 20 minutes, ignoring the feelings of their calligraphy handicapped classmates - so the inequality of life is definitely reflected in all aspects.

More than ninety percent of teachers will not spend more time on you because of your study efforts, usually speaking, the teacher's preference is still those who are smart, highly perceptive, talented, officials in the family, rich, good-looking, and have a strong personality who can kill the teacher in the classroom casually, as for those whose test scores are in the top five in the class, and it doesn't matter if they are at home. A well-rounded mediocre little transparent with no special strengths, then congratulations, you really have a good chance of being just a little transparent forever, in terms of presence in school, it's not even as good as a passive skill plus six babies......

Therefore, based on this commonality of human nature, although COSCO was a little embarrassed by Lao Lin's quasi-god-level performance, he still showed a considerable degree of love for Lin Miao when facing Lin Miao's homework.

After all, putting aside Lin Miao's own ability, the official hat on Lao Lin's head, which was already faintly visible and was about to condense from a virtual shadow, was not something that he, COSCO, a "county-level celebrity", could ignore at will.

Lin Miao drew four sheets with a total of 80 words in about 40 minutes, except for the dozen words that were initially adapted to the use of the brush, from the second page onwards, the "circle red rate" was all above 90%.

Of course, Lin Miao felt that there was nothing to be ashamed of, but COSCO pulled Lin Miao to talk non-stop, and the most favored classmate in the room was very jealous.

After the Binbin child finished his homework, he waited by COSCO's side for more than ten minutes and didn't wait for the usual favor, and COSCO not only didn't even change his homework, but even stopped to drink tea, his eyes were also fixed on Lin Miao's redness.

Bin Bin shouted angrily: "It's just to paint red! What's the big deal!" After finishing speaking, he was so angry that he ran out of the house without even taking his schoolbag, and his grandmother shouted several times without stopping.

"This kid is a little jealous. COSCO finally put down Lin Miao's red painting homework, and criticized the polite grandmother with a straight face.

Grandma Binbin was a little unhappy, and retorted to Zhongyuan: "You have been talking to this child for a long time, ignoring my family Binbin, of course he is in a hurry!"

"Didn't I tell him to wait. COSCO profoundly showed in front of Lin Miao that he didn't know how to be a man, and tried in vain to pull Lao Lin into the water, turned his head to Lao Lin and asked, "Director Lin, you said yes, there should be a first-come-first-served person to change the homework, right?"

The old forest bird is not far away, standing behind Li Xiao, watching the girl paint red as if painting, shook his head sadly and said: "Don't talk about these useless things, it's almost 11 o'clock, and the grandmother of the children is waiting to go back to cook." ”

When the words fell, he immediately received praise from the grandmothers of the two children in the house.

COSCO was choked by Lao Lin speechlessly, but it was not easy to have a seizure, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it, and changed the topic: "Has Xiaoxiao finished writing?"

"I'm done. Li Xiao just finished describing the last character.

The simple two strokes seriously overflow the red line, vividly depicting a dead fat man......

But COSCO took Li Xiao's homework, but it seemed to be relieved, and said: "This is like the first day of learning big characters! Your daughter just started school this year, right?"

Lao Lin said: "First grade." ”

Zhongyuan said: "It's ugly to write among first-grade children. ”

Li Xiao was criticized so positively that he couldn't help but lower his head, and he didn't even dare to look at Zhongyuan.

Lin Miao comforted softly: "It's okay, this thing will not affect your core competitiveness in the future." ”

"Huh?" Li Xiao looked up at Lin Miao, and with the pronunciation of one word, he fully expressed the meaning of "I don't understand what you're saying".

Lin Miao explained simply: "It's just that some people are not born to eat this bowl of rice. If you can't learn a skill that you can use to support yourself, then you don't need to spend too much emotion on it, win or lose, just be happy. ”

"Oh......" Li Xiao was somewhere between not understanding at all and not fully understanding, and let out a sigh that I seemed to understand, but I couldn't be 100% sure that I really understood.

COSCO smiled, and said to Lao Lin as if he was addicted to abuse: "Miao Miao's words are quite reasonable. ”

Lao Lin also smiled, and echoed sincerely and frankly: "Yes, with your level, you may not be able to say such a thing." ”

COSCO couldn't come out immediately, and after hastily correcting Li Xiao's homework in three or two, he announced that you could go.

Lao Lin put Lin Miao and Li Xiao's Miao Hongben into the small bag given by the calligraphy class, and when they walked out, the grandmothers of the two children in the house couldn't help but complain about COSCO's partiality, and said angrily that if COSCO continued to be like this in the future, the children would not learn from him. COSCO was a little irritated by Lao Lin's attitude just now, and then under the domination of his low emotional intelligence, he said something not so rational, and a violent quarrel immediately broke out in the house.

Old Lin Tou didn't go back, he didn't bother to persuade him to persuade this kind of frame, he held Lin Miao with his left hand, and walked forward with two bags in his right hand.

Lin Miao asked Li Xiaodao, who was following him: "Do you think it's interesting? If it's not interesting, we can go and get the tuition fee back and enroll you in a separate class." ”

Li Xiao hesitated for a moment and said, "I want to learn with you." ”

Lin Miao smiled slightly: "It's okay." ”

Lao Lin then answered: "What about you, do you think it's interesting?"

"It's okay. Lin Miao said lightly, "I still like to write." ”

Lao Lin asked again: "Then when can you write best in this class?"

In his bones, he was the same as Lao Lin, and he felt that his words were simply invincible and beautiful Lin Miao, and the corners of his mouth raised a smile that was inwardly arrogant and outwardly contemptuous.

He smiled silently, holding up the left and right of himself wrapped up as if he was severely disabled, and looked at it carefully.

said silently in his heart: It's all scum, and the master can kill it with one hand.