Lu Zhengkang chatted for a while with Su Xiangli, a classmate who couldn't chat. The class division work was quickly completed, and the list and schedule were sent to each child's mobile phone mailbox.
Chun Yaxin Kindergarten is divided into three grades and five classes, with a total of more than 80 students, two in the small class, two in the large class, and a preparatory class. Most of the children in the small class are four years old, and some are three years old.
, after one year of study, you will enter the senior class or preparatory class according to your grades. The requirements of the preparatory class are very high, and the curriculum is basically the same as that of primary school.
The first thing Lu Zhengkang looked at was the work and rest schedule. It was seven o'clock in the morning and six o'clock in the afternoon. Eleven hours, it was still kindergarten, oh my god.
Education really has to start with children, and all of them are ruthless doll-catching machines.
Lu Zhengkang felt sad, but Su Xiangli on the side was very calm. After all, she didn't know how happy the kindergarten was at the beginning of the century. If there is no comparison, there will be no harm.
"Zhengzheng, which class are you in? I'm in the spring bamboo shoots class."
When Lu Zhengkang heard the spring bamboo shoots, he was a little greedy. He almost drooled when he opened his mouth and said, "I, um, suck, they are also spring bamboo shoots."
Su Xiangli liked it, "What a coincidence, we must be a superhero team."
Lu Zhengkang's scalp was numb, "There are only two small classes, so it is very possible that we are in the same class, okay?"
"This is all the will of the Flying Noodle God! Hululu!" Su Xiangli raised his hands in the air in a chant, causing the parents around him to snicker.
Lu Zhengkang is about to collapse. This little girl is only three or four years old, okay? Why does even the Flying Noodle God know about it! And he can also use such advanced words as "will". Oh my god, children at the end of the 21st century are so scary.
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It's almost nine o'clock now, and classes are about to begin. Parents say goodbye to their children, and several children burst into tears. The scene suddenly becomes chaotic and embarrassing.
"Stop crying, nanny, be good..."
"Don't cry. I filmed it for you. How embarrassing."
Everyone showed their special abilities. The adults bent down or squatted down, trying to look at the children, while the crying children closed their eyes tightly, with miserable expressions, and their little hearts were immersed in fear and sadness.
The way they cried was very embarrassing, but also very real, which at least made Lu Zhengkang feel vaguely comforted.
Say a thousand words and ten thousand words.
I am a past...
At this time, the younger brother said that he would pick up Lu Zhengkang from school, and then reluctantly left. Lu Zhengkang was stunned and did not say goodbye to him. Su Xiangli, a classmate on the other side, told his robot Baiyang Yangzhen seriously, "
You have to work hard after you get home, and if the sun is nice, take out the quilt to bask in the sun, Ang!"
"No problem, Lizi, I know, leave it to me~" Baiyang Yangzhen's voice sounded like a soft young woman, lively and gentle.
The adults and children have separated one after another. The teachers are the ones who stay here and are responsible for everything.
A male teacher in his twenties raised his head and shouted in a low and loud voice: "Children in the spring bamboo shoots class, come with the teacher, let's go to the classroom."
"Children of Hummingbird Class..."
There are less than 20 students in a class. There is one head teacher and three life teachers, all of whom are young people. They start at the lowest level of social security level three. There are character tests and psychological tests once a month. Monitoring is everywhere in the kindergarten to eliminate any safety hazards.
Lu Zhengkang opened the class schedule. Today is Monday. There are two classes in the morning and three classes in the afternoon. In addition, there are lunch, lunch break, afternoon tea, games and other leisure time.
Unexpectedly, after several decades, China's social rhythm is still very tight. However, when the pursuit of efficiency becomes a kind of instinct, it seems less impatient, especially in the intelligent age, tight task arrangements and low duplication of personnel.
Distribution saves everyone time.
After signing up, classes started. The first class Lu Zhengkang took in school was Chinese.
As soon as the class starts, the differences between people immediately appear. Some children are well-behaved, focused, and have strong self-control, some are stupid, and some are restless and weird. The class efficiency would be very low. If it weren't for their electronic devices
The teacher control component is installed and cannot be used. It is estimated that no one of these little guys will listen to the class.
Under this situation, Lu Zhengkang stared at Teacher Wang in the Chinese class, wondering what he could do.
Teacher Wang is a tall, thin, black-haired man in a white shirt, wearing blue-framed flat glasses. His overly bookish style makes him look rather sad and weak, but he always smiles. Seeing that the atmosphere in the class is not good, he
I selected a video in front of the projector and played it.
The lights in the classroom dimmed, and the children were quiet for a while in the face of the darkness, and then there was a louder noise. Lu Zhengkang covered his ears, and the strong sound wave almost destroyed his thinking ability.
"Zhengzheng!" The clear sound of the piano sounded, and everyone was immediately attracted by this extraordinary sound.
The hologram was projected in the dark classroom, and a pianist in white appeared above the rows of desks.
Lu Zhengkang raised his head and stared at him. The illusory projection was covered with a faint soft light, giving him a dreamy illusion. The sound of the piano was completely conveyed by the sound.
This is……
Lu Zhengkang felt a strong emotion like electric shock rushing out of his back. This tune, every sound, was very familiar.
It's "Big Fish and Begonia".
It is not beautiful because of sadness, but because of the dilemma in the world.
The artistic conception of beauty is often blurred and sad, and beauty itself is a kind of sadness.
The children were shocked and fell silent.
After the noise disappears, the presence of the music itself is infinitely magnified, like a curtain that can block people's senses.
Lu Zhengkang looked at Teacher Wang. In the beautiful and sad music, the projected light would illuminate his side cheeks. The man hidden behind his plain glasses had eyes full of tender stories.
The book smell was so strong that it choked his nose. Lu Zhengkang couldn't help laughing.
Su Xiangli was sitting on his right side. She leaned over and poked Lu Zhengkang's waist with her left hand.
"Um, what are you doing?" Lu Zhengkang's body is a little ticklish now, and there are very few children who are not ticklish. Miss Su's fingers are like small onions, and it doesn't hurt to poke people, but it hits the soft spot and almost makes Lu Zhengkang fall off the chair.
Pop out.
"Look at Teacher Wang." He whispered.
"What's wrong with him?" He lowered his voice.
"Mom said that people who like to listen to old songs are treasures."
Lu Zhengkang was speechless, "Do you know this song?"
"Well, I took piano lessons online, and the teacher played the song "Big Fish" for us."
"You play the piano? Can you play it?"
"We use the simulator."
"Oh, that's right." Lu Zhengkang also recalled that today's musicians basically use simulators for their creations, which are musical instruments in the virtual world. They are essentially music programming software, which is effortless and has many benefits.
"I can't play it now, but I'll play it for you later."
Lu Zhengkang said perfunctorily: "Uh-huh, uh-huh..."
Su Xiangli said with a straight face, "I am very serious, this is a woman's promise!"
This is a woman's promise. This sentence comes from a domestic movie "Birth Day" in the 1940s. The heroine is a 34-year-old single mother. Although the plot is relatively old-fashioned, the actor's skills in playing the mother are outstanding.
Superb and full of tension, the phrase "This is a woman's promise" made countless people cry.
Lu Zhengkang coughed, remembering the phrase "man's intuition" he liked to say when he was a child, and suddenly felt a little secretly ashamed, "You are still a girl, not a woman."
Su Xiangli's eyes were wide open, like two sesame dumplings in sugar water. They were watery and shiny. The brown irises were like maple syrup. The black pupils had two reflections, one bright and one dark. The bright one was the person playing the piano in the video.
, the dark one is Lu Zhengkang.
Chapter completed!