"Teacher, come out and tell me, what is the reason for you to assign this homework?"

"We don't understand much, teacher."

"Teacher, we need your help."

"My bear boy is going crazy, no, I'm going to stop him."

"Teacher, come out quickly, okay? I'm going crazy? ”

A group of parents, waiting for the teacher to come out.

Ms. Zhong Ping was also very depressed, this homework was not assigned by her, she obeyed the order and gave parents this kind of topic.

I didn't expect a big crisis to break out, and the parents rebelled.

It's not the children who are rebelling, the children are doing their homework seriously.

"Ahem, this homework is mainly to diverge children's thinking ability, not really to count 100 million grains."

Ms. Zhong Ping thought this was the end.

As a result, a parent below directly sent a screenshot.

It reads: 365 days a year, 24 hours a day, 3600 seconds an hour, counting 3 grains of rice in a second, it will take students a year to count 100 million grains of rice.

"Teacher, are you going to torture us until next year?"

"I'll go, this parent, you're against the sky."

"How do you count a year?"

"Could it be that we stay at home with our children for a few meters all year, what kind of work do we do?"

"Yes, a year, it's still normal, if you make a mistake, wouldn't it take a lifetime to count meters."

"Teacher, you're not kind like this."

"Teacher......."

Ms. Zhong Ping was dumbfounded.

Wait, that's not what I meant, don't get me wrong.

This formula is not wrong, but quite right.

"Ahem, parents, don't dwell on counting meters, what we need to do is to diverge children's thinking and let them think alone about how to quickly count 100 million meters."

"It's not really counting meters, you have to think differently."

Parents don't eat this set.

The children rebelled, and they will rebel too.

"Teacher, it's wrong for you to be like this."

"When the children come home, they count the meters at the first time, do nothing, don't eat, don't take a bath, and even sit on the ground, don't finish their homework, and refuse to give up."

"Teacher, tell me that my child will count to a hundred, and it will be difficult to go up, so you ask him to count 100 million."

"My children are even more miserable, less than a hundred."

"So is my family."

Chen Yang looked at these irritable parents and went crazy.

He knew that the calculation formula must have been sent by Yang Chong, such an obvious sign.

Also, why don't you have anything to do?

"Mr. Yang, what have you suffered? So hateful of teachers? ”

"Mr. Chen, don't you know, my daughter is still forcing me to count meters."

At home, enjoy the life of a slave.

Yang Chong can't say if he is bitter.

In the company, I was managed, scolded, and subjected to all kinds of pressure.

Back home, it's the same, can you not be crazy?

"No, this is your daughter's homework, why do you want to count meters?"

"Not everyone is as good as you, I don't count meters, my daughter bullied me, my wife bullied me, everyone in my family bullied me, what do you think I can do?"

Can a person with the lowest family status have dignity?

As if he had discovered something amazing, Chen Yang secretly asked, "Do you have tracheitis?" ”

"Ahem, my strangeness is very bad, it looks like I'm sick."

This is voice.

Obvious hint, where can Chen Yang not understand?

Oh, what a pathetic kid.

"Poor thing, Mr. Yang."

"Hey, don't say it, I'm going to continue to blame the teacher."

"Ahem, let's stop in moderation, it's not easy to be a teacher."

"Understood, I'll take notice."

The parent group, the parents who continue to go crazy, keep asking the teacher.

It's no longer a private question, it's an open question.

Ms. Zhong Ping wanted to curse at the moment, oh my God, what is this.

It's obviously not arranged by me, why are they looking for me.

"Parents, attention, attention, this assignment has been cancelled."

As a last resort, there is no way out.

If they continue to make trouble, it is estimated that they will make things bigger.

"Important things have been said three times, and this time the assignment has been cancelled."

Ms. Zhong Ping turned back to her colleague and asked, "You, why do you assign this kind of homework?" ”

"Cut, it's like you don't have a share, and that's with your consent."

"Well, I didn't know it would have such a big impact, and if I knew, I wouldn't ......."

The colleague smiled and ate the apple: "Who knows about this kind of thing?" ”

"Besides, isn't it good that you don't have such a topic? You can abuse children appropriately, hmph, how can the pain that the old lady endured back then be easily calculated? ”

It is often said that teachers are a bunch of abused children who want to come back and give them nightmares.

Every student doesn't want to be a teacher, and as a result, becoming a teacher has intensified.

"You're so scary."

"Ms. Zhong Ping is terrifying."

"lady."

"Oh, I don't admit it, but people call you Ms. Zhong Ping, do you think I didn't hear it?"

The two girls fell on the bed doing indescribable things.

For a time, the scenery is unlimited.

His gaze returned to Xiao Enran's body.

She was lying on the ground, holding a handful of rice in her hand, her head facing the ground.

His eyes were fixed on the sky, his eyes were empty and godless, and he was desperate.

"Woo, what should I do?"

"That's a lot, how do you count them?"

"Dad, I can't count, woo woo, Dad, help me."

Coquetry.

It's useless, Chen Yang doesn't want to count meters.

"Ahem, baby, your teacher just said that you don't need to do this homework."

"Huh? How did I not know? The daughter jumped up: "When did it happen, Dad, why didn't you tell me earlier?" ”

I just want you to count meters.

"Dad just found out, didn't he tell you right away?"

"Really?"

The daughter didn't believe it, and her eyes were full of doubt.

Peeked at the phone, but Dad didn't show it.

Little Enron knew that there must be a problem, Dad, this villain.

"Daddy, show me."

"Nope."

"Dad, are you cheating on me again?"

"No, baby."

"I don't believe it, you don't show me my phone, I don't believe it, Dad, you have to help me count meters."

The daughter relied on it, hugging Chen Yang's thigh and not leaving.

If you don't give the phone, you don't want to go.

"Baby, Daddy farted."

"I'm not afraid."

I've smelled it even worse, and I'm afraid of your little fart.

"I'm really going to let it go."

Bend over and crouch down.

The daughter held her breath, closed her eyes and hands, and still didn't let go.

insisted on not letting go of her daughter, no matter what method Chen Yang used, she would not let go.

"Look, Daddy is going to bed."

Give the mobile phone to the daughter, go back to the room by herself, close the door, and lock it.

Suddenly, there was screaming outside.

"Bad father, you come out for me, I will become a fairy and destroy you."

(I've been very busy lately, and sometimes I work overtime until more than two o'clock in the morning, so I won't have time to update, sorry.) ）

(End of chapter)