There are already five children in the classroom, and an etiquette teacher is standing in the classroom with his back to the door, marking out a list.
Li Manjun knocked on the door, and the teacher turned around. When he saw the mother and daughter, he walked up and asked proactively: "Are you the flower girl?"
Li Manjun said yes, and nodded to himself every year, "Yeah."
The etiquette teacher looked a little serious, took out the list and asked: "What is the name of the child?"
Nian Nian subconsciously put her little hands behind her back and answered resoundingly: "Teacher, my name is Zhao Jianing!"
Li Manjun was originally going to answer, but she answered it herself, so she took a step back and let her daughter deal with it on her own.
The teacher checked the list and looked at the parents, "Is this Zhao Jianing from the middle class of the International Kindergarten?"
Li Manjun nodded, "Yes."
Seeing such a serious teacher, Li Manjun was also nervous. It reminded her of her Chinese language teacher in elementary school, who always had a straight face and would slap her heart if she didn't obey.
Look down at your daughter and wish yourself well, my darling.
There are good and bad ways for teachers to be strict.
The advantage is that the students are afraid of the teacher, dare not make trouble, and are more serious and obedient.
The disadvantage is that timid children will become more panicked when seeing her and always make mistakes.
But in this regard, Li Manjun is very confident in her daughter.
Every year she has a way of adapting, first observing, and then watching what people order.
The teacher is stricter, but she is more honest.
When she meets a less strict teacher, she will relax and be lazy.
If the teacher is the kind of gentle person, she will go to make the teacher happy and make the teacher happy, so that when she makes a small mistake, the teacher will not scold her.
In this regard, Li Manjun felt that she must not have followed her, because when she was a child, she was as honest as a mallet, and her parents were very angry when they saw her.
When they met, the teacher asked the parents to wait in the corridor and led the children into the classroom.
Nian Nian looked back at her mother. Li Manjun smiled encouragingly, pointed outside, indicating that she had something to call her, and then retreated outside the door.
There were fifteen people arranged for the little flower girl, and one of them was a boy and a girl, so there were fourteen parents in the corridor.
They are all young mothers. There are two benches in the corridor. Those who have a seat can sit on them, while those who don't have a seat can stand and lean against the parapet of the corridor.
The two mothers beside Li Manjun smiled and nodded at her, and Li Manjun responded with a smile.
When all the children arrived, the teacher closed the teacher's door, waved away the parents who were leaning against the window and watched, and the rehearsal officially began.
Parents are very concerned about their children's situation and want to know whether they are adapting to it and whether they can understand during rehearsals.
But the teacher refused to let them lean in front of the window, so they all stood on tiptoes, stretched their necks, and stood by the wall to look into the classroom.
Li Manjun originally wanted to be more elegant, but seeing everyone poking their heads around, he couldn't help but be curious and joined the team that stretched their necks.
The children were lined up in a row in the classroom, and Nian Nian actually stood in second place. In front of her was a little boy who was a little shorter than her.
Li Manjun understood clearly that they were sorted like a boy and a girl, according to their height.
The teacher prepared a fake bouquet as a prop, and the children held it in their arms. They were not much bigger than the bouquet.
Because the line of sight is blocked, the child behind always bumps into the child in front. One child will hit the child in front, and the children behind will hit him one after another. The parents can't help but laugh at the small, cute and cute look of those children.
The teacher's face was getting darker and darker.
"Li Xiaobo, raise your head!"
"Riemannmann, don't always step on the person in front of you!"
"Zhao Jianing, walk slower, the people behind you won't be able to keep up with you!"
The teacher's voice was heard outside the classroom, and two parents were obviously embarrassed.
Li Manjun's expression remained unchanged, as if the person being named was not his daughter.
Another child made a mistake, and the teacher stepped forward to correct him, speaking in a more urgent tone. Tears fell from the child's face, and he sobbed in frustration, but did not dare to cry.
When Li Manjun saw this, his heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked around at the parents, thinking that the parents would stand up and accuse the teacher of being too cruel or something.
Because this kind of thing will often happen in future generations.
But surprisingly, it didn't happen. The parents just looked at their children with distress and helplessness, quietly stood in front of the window, and reminded the children to wipe their tears, don't be afraid, and follow the teacher seriously.
The teacher immediately realized that he might be too serious, so he softened his tone, calmed the crying children, and gave them another ten minutes to rest.
Nian Nian made friends quickly. She led an older girl out and shouted happily: "Mom, where are my biscuits? I want to share them with my sister."
The little sister’s mother came over surprised that she had made friends so quickly.
Li Manjun nodded to the parents, took out the biscuits prepared by Aunt Guo, and explained: "This is a snack made by my aunt herself, and it is quite delicious."
After saying that, he took out a piece and handed it to the little sister's mother first. After the other party tasted it and said it was delicious, she shared it with the two children.
Nian Nian couldn't wait. After taking the biscuits, he was about to feed them to the little sister, "Sister, eat them, they are super delicious!"
"Manman, you have to say thank you to auntie." The parent reminded with a smile.
The little girl smiled sweetly at Li Manjun and said, "Thank you, auntie."
"You're welcome." Li Manjun smiled softly, and seeing Zhao Jianing reaching out to take a piece after finishing it, another person shared a piece.
The biscuits made by Aunt Guo are relatively large, and the children can take one piece with one hand and it will be full.
Ten minutes was too short. The two children finished the cookies, drank water, ran to the bathroom, and came back to continue rehearsing.
After adapting to the teacher's teaching methods, the children's nervousness eased a lot.
There was a rather naughty little boy who kept making strange expressions when the teacher turned around. The children were all amused by him and made them lower their heads and giggle.
Every now and then, Nian Nian and the girl named Riemannman look at each other and giggle.
The children had a great time rehearsing, but the parents were miserable and had to wait in the corridor for two hours in the middle of summer.
Riemann's mother came over and handed Li Manjun an advertising plastic fan, "I plan to buy a folding stool and bring it over next time."
Li Manjun gratefully took the plastic fan from Manman's mother, and wisps of cool breeze swept over her face and neck, which was quite cooling.
Li Manjun answered: "I'll buy one too. It's really annoying to stand there for two hours."
"Who says it's not the case? If I had known this was the case, I would have prepared in advance." Manman's mother complained.
However, the two of them tilted their heads and looked downstairs. There were more parents in the dance rehearsal area, the parapet was full, and it was difficult to pass people in the middle aisle.
After such a comparison, I feel that the third floor is not bad, at least it is not crowded and everyone has a place to lean on.
At six o'clock, the rehearsal finally ended, and parents took their children and lined up downstairs.
The younger ones were held in the arms of their parents. If the children were allowed to go by themselves, they would be overwhelmed by the crowd.
The organizer seemed to have noticed that the flow of people was too large, and several security guards came to maintain order, so no stampede occurred.
Manman’s mother complained vigorously, “The arrangement of this TV station is too unreasonable!”
