The little girl smiled sweetly, and after stuffing the lollipop into her pocket, a tender and boneless little hand held Feng Yin's fingertips.

"Teacher, you are so beautiful."

"yes, that's what the teacher thinks."

Although Feng Yin boasted, the little girl didn't think it was, she only felt that what the teacher said was really right.

It is probably Yangyang's gift-giving that has opened up new ideas for children.

In the following recess, Feng Yin was forced to accept a performance of elementary school students.

There are those who sing to the wind yin, there are those who perform splitting for the wind yin, there are those who perform martial arts for the wind yin, and there are those who show eloquence to the wind yin.

In short, with her excellent appearance, she enjoyed being spoiled by the children.

In the morning, the whole class of children finally went downstairs.

They go to the playground to have fun, to run, to roll.

Really rolling, as for whether the clothes are dirty or not, it is not in their consideration.

Standing on the playground, the wind groaned, looked at the running children, and said: This is the child!

[That's right, this is what children should be, not the lifelessness in the classroom. 】

[No way, my child's classroom is on the fourth floor, she said that she can't go anywhere between classes, and there is not enough time. 】

[Well, my family too, even running to the toilet. 】

The netizens in the live broadcast room, after being brought twice by the wind, can be regarded as appreciating the real experience of the school, and they are a little more tolerant of the teacher's job.

Actually, they should be quite helpless.

The interval between classes is long and requires exercises.

Radio gymnastics is not what it was when it was a child, and almost every school wants to be innovative.

You dance, I martial arts.

There are many patterns, and the wind is lively to watch.

After the break, the students lined up to go back to the classroom, and the next class was not a wind moan, and she felt that she could finally rest.

As a result, he was called away again.

Go learn!

That's right, it's learning.

This time, the room was larger, the remote video was on, and the video showed a senior teacher who is said to have more than a dozen names, teaching everyone child psychology.

At the end of this class, Feng Yin summed up two words in his notebook: nonsense!

Children are not big buds in the field, how can they be the same.

To borrow a common saying when treating children: that is a monkey and a leash.

Anyway, the activities that should be participated in were participated in by Kazuyin, and the last class in the morning was a music class, and the children were very happy.

In the first grade of primary school, there is no operation to occupy classes, but by coincidence, the music teacher has taken a leave of absence.

As the head teacher, Feng Yin naturally wants to occupy this class.

As she walked into the classroom, she saw the seated students unconsciously looking backwards, trying to find the music teacher.

Wind Groan has a guilty sense of stealing the fruits of someone else's labor.

With a not-so-hearted smile, she stepped up to the podium and announced the sad news to the children below.

"The music teacher is on leave, and I have you in this class today."

"Ahh

"Oops-"

The children are very vocal about their emotions, and they have experienced being changed classes before.

Feng Yin looked at the listless children, and said, "Who said I can't take music lessons?" ”

Sure enough, the fifty-seven children were instantly energetic, and their eyes were like small light bulbs, black and shiny.

Looking at so many pairs of eyes, Feng Yin had an untimely thought in his heart: It's so easy to fool!