It's spring, and the spring sun is warm.

The warm spring breeze blew the green earth, and the tender green grass gently emerged from the soft soil, looking at the world with their heads open.

Flowers and trees are sprouting sprouts everywhere, and everything is thriving.

Red Star Elementary School.

Belonging to a private school, it's not top-notch, it's not bad.

Chen Die sat in the office, looking at the branches outside the window, she was calm in front of outsiders, but now she was a little nervous.

[Zhuang Zhou, is this really good?] As a parent of a student, if I ask the teacher not to give the star homework, will she be angry? ］

As far as she knows, Teacher Jiang, who is in charge of her son's class, is a very responsible female teacher.

Very gentle with children, but also very strict.

Even Meng Xingyun, she never gave up, but tried her best to improve his grades.

[Since the teacher is so reasonable, as you said, if you explain it to her well, she will surely be able to understand.] ］

Jiang Ru played the role of a confidant sister, chatting with Chen Die in her heart and comforting her.

At this moment, there was a click, and it was the sound of the door opening.

Chen Die looked back sharply, and sure enough, someone came in.

It was Meng Xingyun's teacher, Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Ru looked at this Teacher Jiang through Chen Die's gaze, and she looked like a gentle and generous young girl.

It should have just graduated from college for a few years, and her personality is very good at first glance, and by looking at the smile on her face, you can know that she is a person who loves education.

When Chen Die saw her come in, she quickly stood up.

"Hello, Meng Xingyun's mother. Sorry to keep you waiting so long. There were a lot of things going on in the class, so it was delayed. You sit down quickly, you don't have to stand up. ”

Teacher Jiang stretched out his hand to stop her and asked her to return to her chair and sit.

Then, she sat opposite Chen Die.

"Is there anything important for Meng Xingyun's mother to come to me this time?" Teacher Jiang put his hands on the table and looked at Chen Die seriously.

Chen Die was stared at by her eyes, and suddenly became a little stiff, not knowing how to speak.

Seeing her face full of embarrassment, Teacher Jiang smiled and said, "Meng Xingyun's mother, just say that if there is anything I can help, I will try my best to help."

Meng Xingyun's side, I usually pay attention, he is a good boy who works hard and earnestly, although there will be many mistakes when writing homework, but it is undeniable that he is a diligent and good child, as long as he can persevere, there will always be results. ”

She privately thought that Chen Die was anxious about Meng Xingyun's results.

After all, when school had just started, there was a school entrance test, and Meng Xingyun did not do very well.

It can even be said to be a bit worse.

Chen Die shook his head and said, "Teacher Jiang, you misunderstood, I came here this time and just wanted to discuss one thing with you. ”

Consult? Teacher Jiang wondered.

In addition to Meng Xingyun's matter, is there anything else that can be discussed?

She was suspicious in her heart, but she had a smile on her face, "Meng Xingyun's mother, please speak." ”

"That's right." Chen Die paused.

"Hmm." Teacher Jiang looked at her seriously, nodded slightly, and had a look on his face that was about to speak.

"I've been ...... here lately," Chen Die stopped in the middle of speaking.

She was too embarrassed to tell others that her child was sick.

And the disease looks more like an excuse for not doing homework.

Jiang Ru heard her thoughts and couldn't help but say: [It's your face that matters!] Or do the stars matter? Are you really going to wait for him to heal naturally when he grows up? ］

Dyslexia generally appears in children, and as they age, the amount of command will naturally increase, and the so-called dyslexia will not appear.

If you still have those symptoms after getting older, it can only be said that it is a problem of IQ.

[Of course not!] If so, you'll be a lot behind others! The current society is developing rapidly, so if you can't lay a good foundation, there will definitely be problems in your future studies! ］

[If you know it yourself, what is there to question?] Jiang Ru asked rhetorically.

Chen Die took a deep breath, typed the draft in his heart, and explained to Mr. Jiang that Meng Xingyun had dyslexia.

Teacher Jiang didn't believe it at first, the child just learned slowly, so he shouldn't be sick.

Chen Die showed her the diagnosis certificate prescribed by Dr. Sun, but she was still skeptical.

"Meng Xingyun's mother, now is the stage for the children to lay the foundation, if Meng Xingyun is allowed to not write homework for a long time, it will make him lack practice, and the already insufficient knowledge will be even weaker."

"Teacher Jiang, I mean less homework, not no homework. The doctor said he needed to build up his vocabulary by reading a lot. ”

Chen Die shook his head, a look of helplessness on his face.

"But your school has so much homework. Based on the current problem of our family's stars, it is already 10 o'clock in the evening, or even 11 o'clock in the evening, after finishing those assignments. If you don't even have enough time to rest, where is the time to read more? ”

When Mr. Jiang heard this, he was also a little helpless.

"Actually, we don't have a lot of homework."

The homework assigned by their teachers in each subject is quantitative, and even students with average grades can complete it in less than two hours.

Every day after school at 5 p.m., I ate and wrote my homework, and at most it was only 8 o'clock.

Chen Die sighed.

She also knew that it wouldn't bring the teachers.

Who made Meng Xingyun write his homework so slowly?

And because the error rate of her homework is too high, every night when she tutors her homework, she has to correct him one by one, explain to him, and redo the questions for him.

Naturally, it takes more time.

"Teacher Jiang, you also know the problem of our family's stars, so this time I came here to ask for your opinion, hoping that all subject teachers can reduce Meng Xingyun's homework and let him focus on reading." Chen Die said.

"I'll ask the rest of the teachers and hear their opinions." Teacher Jiang was a little hesitant.

On the way home, Chen Die was worried.

[What if they don't agree?] Do you want to let the stars take a leave of absence? ］

[Don't worry, it'll be fine, she'll definitely agree,]

Meng Xingyun really has dyslexia.

Teacher Jiang is so responsible, he knows Meng Xingyun's situation very well, and after checking dyslexia, he will find that Meng Xingyun is very qualified.

In addition, teachers will not believe that a parent would make up such a reason to keep their child from doing homework.

Therefore, even if I asked other teachers, I could only agree to one result.

After all, Chen Die used to just inform rather than discuss.

In their opinion, if they don't agree, Chen Die will definitely not write homework directly, or simply transfer to another school.

When the time comes, the impact in the class is not good.

In addition, if Meng Xingyun is really sick, but they, as teachers, do not cooperate with his treatment, if something really goes wrong, they teachers will be responsible.