Zhong Xiu was napping, and there was an extra pair of hands on her shoulders, slowly kneading them for her. Zhong Xiu narrowed her eyes in enjoyment, and Zhong Ling's sad voice sounded in her ears again.

"This person has a partner, and it seems that he will definitely leave in half a year. Uncle also told you to talk to the people, and then leave them in the village. Our village has waited for so many years for a volunteer teacher to come over, and when Jiajia gets married, and Teacher Geng leaves, the old principal's health is not very good, and I don't know how many more years I can take care of it, and our primary school will be about to be unable to continue. ”

"If you can do it, the boat will naturally ...... straight to the bridge"

……

The exam was scheduled for the next Friday, and only Chinese and mathematics were tested. Mo Yuancheng and Mo Yuansheng also came, and when they saw Geng Hao, they called out "Hello Teacher Geng" seriously, and then sat down. Geng Hao invigilated the exam in the first grade. The hot weather, the stuffy classroom, the hot sticky buttocks of the stools, no matter how uncomfortable it is, those students keep swaying left and right.

The first test was Chinese, which was Geng Hao's paper. Geng Hao took a stool and sat on the podium, his eyes scanning back and forth like a spotlight to see which student had a tendency to cheat. In fact, he really wanted to go around the field and see how they were doing, but he was afraid of putting more pressure on them, so he could only sit on the podium and watch.

Mo Nan is really the disobedient one, his eyes are wandering left and right, scratching his ears and cheeks for a while, and staggering for a while, he can't write it at first glance, and he wants to find an opportunity to plagiarize. Geng Hao really couldn't stand it, he got up suddenly, and most of the students raised their heads, looking at Geng Hao curiously and blankly, thinking that he had some instructions.

"Write your own papers, don't look at them randomly. ”

Geng Hao's expression was serious and he warned them. Everyone lowered their little heads again, their eyes were still secretly looking at Geng Hao, and when they saw Geng Hao sitting down again, they wrote their own papers with peace of mind. The child's heart is really too impetuous, and he can't settle down even when he writes a book. However, Geng Hao found that Mo Xi was an accident, and he was still writing very seriously.

Ninety minutes passed quickly, and the moment the bell rang, Geng Hao organized all the students to hand in their papers.

The two exams ended quickly, and all the students carried their cloth bags and happily waited for their parents to pick them up. Principal Huang informed him to receive his transcript and summer homework three days later. After all the students were taken away by their parents, Mocun Primary School quieted down, and the four teachers sat in the office, intending to finish the test papers that afternoon. Although the school is small, Principal Huang still went through the process of closing the papers. Organize the papers of each subject in each grade separately, cover the student information on the top paper with yellow slips, cover the information tightly, and use a stapler to bind all the papers. It is then exchanged with various teachers.

Geng Hao changed the Chinese papers of the third and fourth grades and the mathematics papers of the fourth grade, Mr. Liu changed the Chinese papers of the first grade, Principal Huang changed the Chinese papers of the second grade and the mathematics papers of the third grade, and Mr. Wang changed the mathematics papers of the first and second grades. The content on the paper is very simple, and the changes are all brushed, and the trouble may be to count the scores, and you have to add or subtract them.

But in an hour or two, all the papers were counted. Everyone exchanged the papers with the teacher, and then took off the staples. It didn't take long to take it off, and it felt like a day job, but Principal Huang repeatedly emphasized that everything must be done according to the rules.

Geng Hao got the rolls, so he first picked out the rolls of Mo Yuancheng and Mo Yuansheng. Mo Yuancheng is 100 points, and Mo Yuansheng is 95 points. The Arabic numerals representing the results are marked on the front of the two of them's papers, red, big, and very eye-catching. Geng Hao was particularly relieved and very happy.

"What's so happy?" Principal Huang noticed Geng Hao's silent joy, and asked with a smile.

Geng Hao was so happy that he couldn't speak, and handed the roll out directly. Principal Huang was pleasantly surprised to say "oh yo" after reading it, handed the paper to the other two people to read, and said, "It seems that Teacher Geng's counseling has achieved results." ”

"It's the two of them who are smart and hardworking. ”

The more Geng Hao spoke, the more he couldn't help but feel happy, the corners of his mouth curled up and he couldn't go down, and the rolls of the two brothers brought him a great sense of accomplishment. I still remember that when he went to Mo's house last week, he saw that the Mo family was still kept clean, Geng Hao was speechless with emotion, and his heart was excited and very satisfied. Mo Yuancheng and Mo Yuansheng are really two children who work hard, and their hard work is distressing.

"Teacher Wang, how much did the two of them do in math?" Geng Hao couldn't help but ask Wang Dahua. Wang Dahua had already found the papers of the two of them, and lazily handed them to Geng Hao, Geng Hao stood up and took it with both hands, listening to Wang Dahua and said with a smile, "I also did well in the exam, both of them are ninety-eight, and I made a small mistake in the question, so I should be careless." Geng Hao looked at the two ninety-eight, and he was happier than his own full score.

"They are the material for learning. It's a pity ......" Liu Jia's face became sad, and he returned the Chinese paper to Geng Hao, "I hope that next semester, they will still be able to appear in school." ”

"I heard that Mo Fengshou's legs are almost good, and now it's no problem to work in the field or anything, and I will be able to work again in a short time. Mo Fengshou also really wants his children to study, and he should be able to send it next semester. "Principal Huang really has the first news in the village all the time.

"I hope so. Liu Jia smiled lightly.

Geng Hao also thought so, and began to carefully flip through the Chinese papers of the first and second grades with joy. Unexpectedly, the more I looked at it, the bigger my head became. Especially when I saw the two zero-point papers, the whole person didn't know what to say. One is Mo Nan's, there is no suspense at all, he is basically empty, and he also drew a big Wang Ba in the blank space behind. Geng Hao saw the painting of Wang Ba for the first time on the final exam paper, and he was almost angry.

"I can't see it, Mo Nan likes to draw a lot, and he paints quite well. Geng Hao put the roll in the middle of the desk, supported his forehead with his hand, and took two deep breaths before calming down. If you don't know how to do it, it doesn't matter, scribbling on the paper is obviously a matter of attitude! It's okay if you don't study well, but you can't have a correct attitude, right? Mo Nan has always had a bad attitude in everything, and he didn't listen to what he said a few times, and he really didn't know how to teach people.

After reading Mo Nan's papers, the other teachers looked accustomed to it, but everyone's brows deepened. In the whole school year of the first grade, I took four exams, two mid-terms, and two finals, which is the fourth Wang Ba painted by Mo Nan. I really don't know whether to praise him for his perseverance and excellent character, or whether he should be said to be a stubborn stinky stone.

"Give this paper to your parents along with the report card, as well as the first three papers, just four kings and eight people at a table, and you can also play mahjong. Wang Dahua looked at the paper in his hand, pulled out Mo Nan's math paper, and lazily threw it in the middle of the desk, just pressing Mo Nan's Chinese paper, on which was a vivid white rabbit. Wang Dahua seemed to smile, "There are four white rabbits, and you can put together a table of mahjong again." ”

Geng Hao, who has learned about Mo Nan's family situation, understands that Wang Dahua is satirizing Mo Nan's parents, and the family knows that playing mahjong, learning this kind of thing, and not getting good grades, most of them are due to teachers, but it can't be said that there are no parents. At least the attitude of being a person is imperceptibly influenced by parents.

"This kid is really a mix. Principal Huang took off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes, his face was still kind, but it was also a little more serious, "Find a chance, I'll go talk to Mo Lao Er again." ”

"We've talked about this several times, and people just say one word, let us take care of it, and we can't manage it. People are happy to mix with their own children, what else is there to talk about?" Liu Jia couldn't help complaining, and then pulled out a test paper, "Well, there is also Mobei's, and the Chinese test is fifteen points." If you can score points for blind writing, she can only score 15 points in the 99th exam. Is there really something wrong with my cognition?"

Principal Huang put on his reading glasses again, took Mo Bei's scroll and looked at it, and swept it around, making sure that Mo Bei was really fifteen points of blind writing. In order not to make everyone's complaints worse, he didn't take out Mo Bei's zero-score math paper.

"After the scores of their papers are counted, I keep them, and I still have to talk to my parents. ”

After this wave of complaints, Geng Hao continued to look at the scroll in his hand. The other zero score is Mo Xi's, and Mo Xi's paper is half written. But the questions in this grade are relatively dead, and the answers are relatively unique, and if you write it wrong, you really write it wrong, and there is no mercy to give. Mo Xi is really, he didn't answer a question correctly. Geng Hao never expected such a result, so he looked at it several times in a daze, and was full of amazement when he made sure that Mr. Liu had not corrected it. Could it be that this Mo Xi is cognitively problematic?

"Principal Huang, this is not happy. Is he ......" Geng Hao handed the scroll out, hesitantly unable to say the second half of the sentence. He really didn't want to speculate on a child with such malice.

Seeing that he wanted to speak, Principal Huang took the scroll, only flipped through it once, and probably understood what Geng Hao meant.

"Alas, this child is yes, Mo Xi is a premature baby, his cognition is slower than others, and his learning is much slower than others. His father worked hard to provide him with education, but ...... I can only take my time, and there is no way to do it. Principal Huang returned the scroll to Geng Hao.

Geng Hao has seen Mo Xi's father, a man in his thirties, an old man who looks like he is forty years old, his hair has fallen out a lot, he is sparse, his body is tanned and swarthy, and his thinness can no longer be described, he is really skinny. After a burst of melancholy, Geng Hao put his paper at the bottom of all the papers in the first grade and pressed it well, and a sense of powerlessness arose.

When he used to go to school, he only knew that his family was hard, his studies were hard, and he felt that life was cruel to him. But after coming here as a teacher and reaching a wide range of people, I realized that life is cruel to everyone. He has already carried it, and the road ahead can be walked on his own, but these children are just beginning.