Hu Peng did not come to see a doctor today, on the contrary, he came to tell Mu Chun that everything was fine, and Mu Chun was very happy to hear him say this.

"Teacher Hu Peng happens to be here, I want to ask the teacher one thing, you have been taking the first grade children before." Mu Chun asked.

"Well, I've been in the first grade to the fifth grade, and then I went back to the first grade and the second grade, and I've always been the head teacher, if it weren't for that incident, I wouldn't be the deputy head teacher now." Hu Peng touched his forehead awkwardly and responded with a smile.

It seemed that he had completely seen this matter, and Mu Chun grinned with relief.

"Don't laugh, don't you look down on a man to be an elementary school teacher, I still like my job, no matter what others think."

Hu Peng was wearing a dark gray down jacket, and he didn't know if it was because of the clothes or if he was indeed fat, but he always pointed out that Hu Peng gave Mu Chun the feeling that he was fat.

Mu Chun took two sips of coffee, felt a little better about motion sickness, looked at the time again, and thought about whether he should call Zhang Wenwen back, but there was a patient in the ...... Even though it was a familiar patient, he was embarrassed to say, "Let me make a call first." ”

Mu Chun could only helplessly put the phone in the drawer, picked up the white coat next to the bookshelf, took off his coat and hung it up, put on the white coat and sat quietly to listen to Hu Peng.

"I really feel good in all aspects, much better than before, you see today just finished the final exams, and a difficult semester has passed." Hu Pengle said hehehe, "I just happened to have time to come and see Teacher Mu Chun." ”

"Okay, you have time to do it, tell me about any fun things." Mu Chun leaned back in his chair casually, and did not look at Hu Peng, but took out a book of Eliot's poems from the drawer.

"But I don't have anything bad to say today that makes others happy......" Halfway through speaking, seeing Mu Chun holding a small book with a hardcover red cover and hot gold letters, Hu Peng asked curiously: "Teacher Mu Chun also likes poetry?" Hu Peng asked.

"Well, I read some poetry once in a while, so I guess I like it." Mu Chun replied.

"I really didn't expect a doctor to be a lover of literature, it seems that I came to you today to find the right person." Hu Peng said as he took off his down jacket and took out an A5-sized loose-leaf book from his inner pocket.

"I'm not writing a book "On the Art of the Daily Work of Primary School Class Teachers", and then I thought about many aspects, such as students' learning, daily behavior and habit cultivation, interesting teaching stories, I wonder if I should add some parents' ideas, and daily work because it is more trivial, including morning exercise, wearing red and green scarves, activity class design, and how to balance the progress between various subjects, individual differences of students, common difficulties in teaching, etc., I thought about a dozen aspects.

I couldn't find anyone to watch, so I ......" Hu Peng said hesitantly.

"Huh? Writing a book? Mu Chun's head poked out from behind the poetry book.

"Yes, writing books, don't you know, I decided with you last time, I have been thinking about this every day since I got home, I thought it would be easy, but I didn't expect - no one has ever said that a Chinese teacher is good at writing books, right?" Hu Peng said self-deprecatingly.

"Well, I've heard that programmers are better at writing books." Mu Chun responded.

"I've also heard that doctors are very good at writing." Hu Peng also followed.

"There is also a piano teacher who dances very well and is good at writing books." Mu Chun said and put down the book of Eliot's poems in his hand, and stretched out his two hands on the table, almost like lying on the table.

"Huh? Teacher Mu Chun, do you have back pain? Hu Peng asked.

"Give it to me." Mu Chun said.

Hu Peng reacted at this time, Mu Chun wanted him to show him the notebook, and he was happy all of a sudden, "It's a little messy, don't mind, I'm afraid you won't be able to read my words." ”

"Give it to me." Mu Chun said it again.

Hu Peng's A5 loose-leaf book is almost more than 30 pages, written with black and blue ink pen strokes, the writing is quite neat, after all, he is a Chinese teacher, and Hu Peng is a more careful man, otherwise he would not sleep at home in the middle of the night to find hair in the dust.

Mu Chun read it completely twice before and after, and said: "Very detailed thinking, flesh and blood, close to reality." ”

"You're done reading it so soon?" Hu Peng looked at Mu Chun with round eyes.

"I'm done." Mu Chun nodded earnestly.

"Did you learn to read at a speed?" Hu Peng asked.

"What is speed reading?" This time it was Mu Chun's turn to be surprised.

The corners of Hu Peng's mouth twitched upward, "Hehe, you don't know, there are many teaching institutions that are very good now, what children's virtue education, thinking development training, and quantum speed reading, this quantum speed reading has been very popular recently, and many third-grade students want to sign up, and it is said that the winter camp has been full." ”

Burst!

Mu Chun was drinking coffee, and when he heard Hu Peng say this, a mouthful of coffee sprayed on the ground, and a few drops of embarrassment fell on his white coat, turning into drops of pale coffee-colored flowers.

It doesn't seem to be ugly, Mu Chun thought to himself, a bit like the color of iodine.

"Quantum speed reading?" Mu Chun repeated his question.

Hu Peng nodded, "A winter camp lasts for a week, and the cost is 800 yuan for half a day, 1,600 yuan for a day, and a total of ...... for a week."

"11200 a week." Mu Chun said.

"Math is so good!" Hu Peng gave a thumbs up, "I learned quantum computing." ”

Mu Chun looked at Hu Peng with a confused expression, "What quantum computing?" You're letting Einstein and Bohr stay in their coffins. ”

"Huh? This is not my invention, didn't I just borrow the name of other people's teaching institutions, there is no special meaning, Teacher Mu Chun, don't be nervous. Hu Peng smiled and shook his hand, "But haven't you really learned this kind of speed reading course?" ”

Hu Peng still asked a little incredulously, he thought that his speed reading was relatively fast, how could this Mu Chun's reading speed reading be so fast.

And he said he read them all.

In the next ten minutes, Hu Peng was even more confused, how good is this person's reading ability and memory?

When I was in college, I heard that medical students read an amazing amount of books, and they were also freshmen and sophomores, and other majors could still be mixed up, as long as they didn't want to study directly, there was no big problem in the mixed days, but medical students were a sea of books every day, and every final exam was not as easy as the college entrance examination.

Is it because of the relationship between medical students?