Chapter 13: What's Going On

"What's going on with that Lian Zhijie in your class? I feel that this child is very inattentive in class! Always engage in small movements, not disciplined at all, draw in class, play with toys, and shake the table, the sound is particularly loud, I took an indoor class in the afternoon, I wanted to teach the children about rope skipping skills, so that the child was disturbed for a long time, annoying. ”

After school on Monday, it was the weekly teacher's meeting, Ziyu came to the conference hall on the first floor of the school complex building as usual, and found a place to sit on the edge of the fifth row.

"I wonder what the kid's attitude is to other classes?" Ziyu asked.

"You're talking about Lian Zhijie!" Lin Qiaoli is a middle-aged female teacher, about 45 years old.

This is an experienced teacher, has been teaching for 25 years, when he was young, he was the backbone of the primary school, although he taught Chinese, he was proficient in music theory, played the piano well, and wrote good articles, and he was very good at teaching and educating people.

When Ziyu mentioned Lian Zhijie's performance in front of her, this old teacher with rich teaching experience couldn't help frowning.

"You're talking about that Zhijie, there's no way, he's like that, he doesn't paint in art class, he paints in other classes, and sometimes disturbs the classmates on the side to listen to the class, I have talked to him many times, but he just doesn't change." Teacher Lin shook his head helplessly, "I have also contacted his parents before, and the parents feel that it doesn't matter." ”

"That's it!" Ziyu said.

There are still such parents who don't care about their children.

Ziyu didn't say anything anymore, he took out a pen and a small notebook from his back pants pocket and put it on the long table.

How the parent broke into the conference room, the teachers didn't see clearly.

His short, thin body moved freely through the crowd like a loach.

At this moment, he stood hunched over like a shrimp, his hands clenched into fists, and the muscles in his face were tense, probably because he had clenched his teeth, and his face was distorted a little.

When he was sure that the tall man less than five meters in front of him was his child's physical education teacher, he rushed straight to Ziyu's side like a sharp arrow that broke through the air, and punched Ziyu in the face.

After all, Ziyu had studied martial arts, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he hurriedly flew up and sat down to avoid the side.

"What's going on?" He asked, surprised.

He doesn't know this guy? Besides, he hasn't offended anyone!

"I'll let you beat my child!" The skinny man was furious, "I asked you to hit my child?" Let you taste the power of my fist! ”

The guy said, and swung his fist at Ziyu again.

Several male teachers on the side hurriedly grabbed the parents of the hot student.

"Which child's parent are you?" Ziyu asked.

The parent was held by several teachers and couldn't move, and said hatefully: "I'm Lian Zhijie's father!" Why are you spanking my kid's ass in the afternoon? No matter how good my child is, it will not be your turn to discipline him. ”

"I just criticized him a few words, you can't be so angry." Ziyu was weak-hearted, and hurriedly argued, "Your child doesn't listen carefully in class, always deserts, shakes the table, and makes a lot of noise, which affects the order of the class, I just criticized him twice!" ”

"Are you just criticizing him?" The patriarch's voice raised.

It's over, it's just a bear child, and a father bear appeared out of thin air, it seems that this matter is not going to end well. By this time, he had to lie to cope.

Even Zhijie's parents were gearing up, and they wanted to step forward again to get close to Ziyu and fight alone, but they were stopped by those male teachers.

"You'd better be careful with me. If you dare to do anything to my children in the future, I will never spare you! ”

The patriarch saw that he couldn't wait to beat his son, and left angrily.

An Ziyu sat down in the seat just now, but his heart was difficult to calm down.

By this time, the teachers had almost arrived, the principal had also taken the podium, and the meeting officially began.

He picked up the pen he had just placed on the table and began to record the contents of the meeting in a small notebook.

It seems that in the future, if he takes classes for three (five) years, that Lian Zhijie, no matter what strange behaviors he makes in class, he can't take care of it anymore, so as to save himself unnecessary trouble!