Chapter 275 Auntie, are you Teacher Qi's girlfriend?(1/2)
A group of parents discussed this matter in front of Qi Yuncheng.
In fact, they also have the advantage of letting him be the teacher, that is, they can come over to see the children later and listen to a few songs.
Because if it’s good, it’s really good.
This throat is definitely protected when it is in trouble.
"Yuncheng, look at what you want to do."
Gao Feng stood beside him with his hands spread out and looked at him with a smile. He had to make up his mind anyway, and there were so many people trying to persuade him to stay.
That's pretty good.
Something unexpected.
Originally, when Mr. Xing Wenzhao told him just now, he did have some thoughts of changing his teacher. After all, he couldn't force it.
Who would have thought that there would be such a reversal.
Qi Yuncheng took a deep breath. In fact, he originally thought that teaching would be similar to teaching fellow teachers, and he was quite confident at first.
But the moment he actually came to class, he realized there was a gap.
First of all, the senior brothers were almost young when they came in, but this is a group of children. How should they be taught and taught and how should they be taught to learn?
He didn't have any experience and could only figure it out on his own.
But thinking may not be right. It is precisely because of this that he thought it would be better to let the old man come than himself. After thinking about it, he was not sure.
However, this put him in a dilemma.
He didn't see anyone, but he glanced at Song Yi, who was silent next to him, and found that her beautiful eyes told him the answer.
In the end, I had no choice but to agree.
Anyway, it’s only been two months of teaching, so you can only do it if you work hard.
And as soon as he agreed, the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then we chatted for a while.
But Qi Yuncheng didn't join for long. Looking at the students and parents in this room, he subconsciously went out to the corridor, wanting to see the cross talk class.
I found that the students and parents over there had already finished leaving.
After all, there are almost no problems there.
How could Mr. Xing Wenzhao and Gao Feng have handled this poorly?
But this time I turned around.
I saw the little girl with shoulder-length hair lying on the corridor, looking at the playground in the distance of the teaching building.
Don't know what to think.
Qi Yuncheng was a little hesitant, but as a teacher, he walked over and quickly recalled in his mind, as if he first called out his name.
I remember her name was Zhou Gulan. It was a nice name indeed. She was going to junior high school soon.
When she heard the footsteps, the little girl didn't look back, or even glanced at him again.
"You seem unhappy in class today, don't you? My parents forced you to come here?"
The little girl's eyes were always looking at the empty place below, but this time she had a little reaction.
"no."
"I like it."
"Um!"
"Yes, I've learned about it, and you seem to have some singing skills, so why are you so unhappy?"
Now that almost everyone was in the classroom, Zhou Gulan simply said, "I thought this training class was all about the same age as me, but it turned out they were all a bunch of kids.
And now...
Grandpa is also serious. If he had known it earlier, he would not have reported this.
I just said I don’t need to worry about him anymore.”
Qi Yuncheng stood aside and looked at her, instantly recalling his own adolescence.
Being rebellious and not wanting to be restrained by parents, but being completely independent and unable to do so is the epitome of a period.
At the same time, with this character, he can also see some situations.
"Your parents are never home, right?"
"How do you know?" Zhou Gulan suddenly looked at Qi Yuncheng in surprise. She didn't remember this in the message.
Of course, this was not what Qi Yuncheng could see through information, and he could easily tell it.
Loneliness, sensitivity, and constant complaining are all caused by these factors, and it is easy to create a sense of loss.
Feeling this, Qi Yun Chengdu began to be annoyed with his future children. How should he educate them?
"Okay, I won't disturb you, just take your time and watch. But I have to tell you that there is something uncomfortable in my heart.
Don’t lose your cold face to your parents either.”
"I won't stay here anyway."
After Zhou Gulan muttered something in a very small voice, she decisively turned around and continued to look at the scenery outside.
There is a slightly sexual feeling.
Qi Yuncheng didn't pay attention when he heard it, but smiled, because he was really experienced, who didn't have thorns in adolescence.
Very understandable.
"There are many teachers on the market. No matter where you go to learn, you have learned folk art.
As long as I learn, I'm actually very happy.
Maybe we can meet on the same stage again in the future.
That’s it, just wait for now.”
As soon as he left, Zhou Gulan immediately looked in the direction of Qi Yuncheng. As for what she was thinking, no one knew except her.
But when I arrived at the classroom entrance.
Qi Yuncheng passed by the girl's grandfather and said hello, and the latter immediately walked over.
"Granddaughter, we have already agreed that the teacher can continue to teach, so do you still want to stay?
Or go to other training classes.”
"Huh? He's not leaving?"
Zhou Gulan's eyes widened in disbelief, and her little hands clenched tightly on the railing, because within ten seconds, she regretted what she had just said.
But grandpa’s words didn’t stop in my ears.
"Isn't this convincing? The teacher teaches well and many parents hope that he will stay. Anyway, it will be him for the next two months.
As for the big drum, study hard.
Especially since your voice is about to change, we don’t know how to do it, so please ask the teacher.”
"..."
Gritting his teeth, Zhou Gulan almost felt aggrieved here. Just now he told the teacher that he would not stay here anymore, but that was because he no longer taught, so he said such words without any way out.
Now.
How embarrassing it would be for her to go back and continue class tomorrow afternoon.
But she didn't want to go anywhere else, because this teacher sang really well.
And I have firmly memorized the section called Jiange Hearing the Bell.
"Grandpa, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
A thirteen-year-old girl is still emotionally sensitive and almost doesn't know what's going on.
"What's wrong with this?"
"I, I told the teacher that I won't stay here anymore. What will he think of me when the time comes?"
"Tsk!" The grandfather shook his head helplessly, "What's the matter? If you go, just go. If you don't want to go, don't go. What do you care about?
If it doesn’t work, just find another one.”
"But if he wants to continue teaching, what will I do?"
"Then what do you think we should do? Just keep going."
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Qi Yuncheng entered the classroom and had no idea what was going on outside. Instead, he saw Song Yi squatting and playing with a little girl.
To be continued...