Chapter 975: Are parent-teacher conferences so complicated now?
The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us. Chapter 975: Are all parent-teacher conferences so complicated now?
Standing behind the gate of the 3/7 Base Joint Education Center Campus, Li Cang felt like he was sleepwalking.
Just now, just outside this gate, they all called me little brother, and occasionally handsome boy. I have not lost myself. However, as soon as I entered the Hou family, my moral integrity was no longer a passerby. This group of idiots actually-"
Loris, Irene, Aurora, is daddy here??"
"Come on, come on...actually I'm not...I'm the guardian..."
"Hello, hello, I didn't expect that the father of three children is so young, and I am the children's teaching assistant!" An intellectual woman about 40 years old wearing glasses came forward, flipping through the document in her hand, and mouthing
Li said quickly and gently: "You speak Chinese very well! You are also very handsome! Your face and bones really look like our flower growers! You... uh... I'm sorry, wait a minute.
, there seems to be no name on it. I don’t know much about foreign names. How should I call you? Auora·Tudor·Medici...is your surname Tudor or Medici?”
"people..."
"ah?"
"I want to say that I am their guardian, I, madeina."
"Oh oh oh, I'm sorry, you see this is a misunderstanding. Please come this way and walk over along the sign with the little greeters later..." The female teaching assistant led the way and handed it to the roadside.
Li Cang said with a process list: "We are also sorry for wasting all parents' precious time, but today is not only the first school-wide parent-teacher meeting, but also the first anniversary of the founding of the Central School. It is important for the school to treat the children.
We are all very important..."
"Brother, you are here!"*3
"Brother, go this way!"*3
"Brother..."*3
The three little guests were wearing lace princess dresses with angel wings on the back. They even had makeup on their faces, dotted with paper stars and diamonds. They didn't know if they were going to perform a show soon. Come to think of it, this pink-headed cat
The triplets with their big eyes are bolting like pink diamonds. The head teacher is crazy enough to leave them alone and not let the real gold bury the pearls in the dust.
The scene was basically a sea of people. Li Cang had never seen such a huge crowd of people in the busiest downtown area of the base. Everyone and every child had a smile on their face. The parents knew each other as if they were a family.
They were always greeting and chatting with each other, but Li Cang only felt that these people were like drooling Kenteros, rushing toward him in groups, as if they might tear him apart at any time...ahem...at any time
Maybe I suddenly rushed over to chat with him...
Simply terrible!
You are causing a massacre!
Facts have proved that not only school teachers and children attach great importance to this school anniversary parent-teacher meeting, but parents also attach great importance to it. Li Cang saw a child surrounded by 7 parents, all dressed up to attend the event.
I just can't find out which of these 7 women is the child's real mother.
In addition to the parking lot, various servants of fate and strange beasts used as means of transportation crowded the originally designated parking area to a crawl, even occupying half of the playground.
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By the way, am I embarrassing the kids? I seem to be the only one who walked here?
Li Cang took out the hat he had prepared and put it on, with the brim lowered: You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me...
"Mr. Li Cang, please sign your name. Just sign it here."
"Pfft...cough cough cough...how did you..."
"I am Cloris, Irene, and Aurora's class teacher. I must understand their family relationships. This is my job." Zhu Yijun, who was wearing a uniform and skirt, smiled and stretched out her hand: "Cang
Teacher, I’m glad to see you. I’ve followed your posts~”
The two were talking at the door.
There were only thirty-one students, but they were all crammed into Parent No. 116's classroom. As if someone had cast a spell, there was a sudden pause. Some were dumbfounded, others were whispering, and all eyes were on them without exception.
He drifted involuntarily towards the door.
Li Cang: "..."
Interactions in the form of regular parent-teacher meetings based on classes, buffet lunch in the cafeteria, speeches from education leaders and school leaders, speeches from student representatives, awards for outstanding students, theatrical performances by parents and students, and a thank you and commendation ceremony for donations received by the school within a year
...
The whole process lasted until half past two in the afternoon. Li Cang's expression and limbs were stiff, because the outrageous vice principal actually threw away the original manuscript during his speech: "Today, the relevant leaders of our central school,
All the teachers and students welcomed a distinguished guest with honor and excitement. He has made an indelible contribution to all disaster relief bases in China and to the establishment of 3/7 bases to build security and peace. He has been awarded..."
Needless to say, what happened next was an uproar.
Even the leaders of the education department and the principal and secretary were shocked. Obviously, the vice-principal's off-the-cuff speech and the subsequent speech in which he asked for rewards were unplanned and most likely a personal act.
Damn spotlight!
Damn that old man!
Li Cang, who was forced to take the microphone, did not disappoint the vice-principal's expectations. He politely said that he was just an isolated person on the track, ordinary and unremarkable, and had his own difficulties. To be pragmatic, the fate coin and
I won’t mention things like click cards. Don’t the children have social practice classes? Ma Mahuhu donated a hundred tons of rail line specialties as materials for the children’s social practice classes. He will try his best to select those that are relatively complete, if storage conditions permit.
If so, there can still be some fresh ones.
At that time, the vice principal's face was purple and he was on the verge of collapse. On the contrary, the principal and the teachers were extremely excited - Li Cang had indeed solved the school's urgent need by accident.
In this general environment, it is very necessary to cultivate the courage of children to face disasters and reality from an early age, but you can't just talk empty words, right?
However, the fact is that regardless of the walking dead beasts, they have always been a scarce resource. Those things can be exchanged for destiny coins regardless of their rank. How can there be enough explanation? Even if the base works hard to supply, various units and parents often feed and donate
, the teacher-student ratio of certain types of social practice courses is still rising from 1:60 all year round, the complete one is 1:450, and the complete and fresh one is about 1:2000.
"It can be done now. Is there a warehouse? Preferably a warehouse with refrigeration." Li Cang held the three little ones, surrounded by a group of education leaders and social practice teachers with red eyes: "How can there be a shortage?
To this extent?”
The vice-principal was nowhere to be seen, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to see him in the school in the future.
"Principal Shan, can you tell Teacher Cang?"
"Yes, is it Principal Shan's territory? The situation must be clearer than us."
"Let me tell you..." Principal Shan, who is about 60 years old and looks ordinary but has a pair of bright eyes, said with a wry smile: "Then you deserve the disrespect, Comrade Li Cang. To tell you the truth,
No matter how shameless I am about this kind of donation, I will still accept it."
There was a group of good-natured laughter all around.
"The situation is like this. This year, the Central School received 50,000 to 70,000 walking zombies of all levels and almost 3,000 exotic beasts of various types through purchases, donations, and decentralization of resources from the base. It sounds like a lot, right?"
"But the number of students in the four grades of high school, middle school, primary school and kindergarten has now exceeded 60,000, and it continues to increase at a very high rate. A large number of students are enrolling every day. According to the preliminary population statistics of the base, teenagers and
The proportion of children should be around 16~18.5%. The current population of the base will soon exceed 4 million. Even with the current population, even if the enrollment rate is only half or even lower..."
"Students have to attend classes all the time. When the school was first built, there were only a few thousand students. It was still guaranteed that each class could have at least one relevant social practice course every two days. Two months later it became three days.
Once, then once every five days, and then two classes merged into one large class, three classes, and now it has developed to the point where teachers often use servants of fate to teach, but after all, that kind of thing cannot be considered a real practice.
The corpses are manually controlled and are different in many places, which can easily lead to unnecessary misleading for children."
"Living materials can also be treated and raised to add up to something. Although it is not easy, it can still be done. It will only cost some manpower and material resources and is a bit cumbersome. As for those parts, the cost of repair will slow down after being used a few times.
Increasing slowly..."
Li Cang understood. This situation was indeed an angle that he had not considered. Should he be considered a young man living in poverty?
Principal Shan asked with a bit of expectation and shame: "Donations are done over and over again, not over and over again. The school cannot always go around begging for food. Comrade Li Cang, look, can we occasionally get it from you or from Panda at a low price?"
It is really difficult to purchase some educational materials over there, and the school’s education funds are really difficult to compete with those organizations and individuals.”
This involves the issue of the lowest price and circulation value of the sacrificial bag. Li Cang lowered his head and thought for a while, then affirmed: "I have no problem. Although the level is not too high, the categories should be better than those here at the base.
Be richer. As for the pandas, I’ll go back and ask them how to dispose of their trophies. If appropriate, let them contact the school."
"Okay, okay!"
"marvelous!"
"Savior!"
Principal Shan was extremely grateful, and a group of social practice teachers wanted to hug Li Cang's mother like wolves and tigers.
Li Cang himself doesn't have much energy to spend on materials. Judging from the recent combat equivalent, the actual consumption of bullshit, especially the No. 1 bullshit, is simply not proportional to the existing inventory. As for the junk materials that even the No. 1 bullshit can't make.
There are even more, and almost all of them are sacrificed with one hand, and they are too lazy to bother. It is much more cost-effective to have a good appetite than to let the little coin kid take the bottom.
"Then it's settled?"
"Okay, I will let you know when there is news about Panda. However, there is a problem. My materials are sent through the one-way channel on the other side of the fortress. You need to send someone to pick them up yourself."
"No problem! This is not a problem! It should be done!"
Finally, Li Cang had a decent discussion about the three little ones' learning problems with his class teacher Zhu Yijun, and silently wiped the sweat off his forehead amidst the endless gratitude from a group of old, middle-aged and young people.
Hot spring mountain villa.
As soon as Kong Jingqiao opened the door, she saw a three-meter-long, blue-crystal-like little Kun floating along the road with its tail one meter above the ground. Li Cang was slumped on the back of the fish in a big letter shape, and three little ones were guarding him obediently.
around...
The scene was really a bit shocking, it felt like the Sky Island Age version of holding a coffin during a funeral, and it frightened Kong Jingqiao.
"What, what's wrong with this?"
"Didn't you say you just went to a parent-teacher meeting?"
"What's going on? Are you injured? Who did it! Who did it?"
Li Cang opened his eyes wide and blankly, and raised his arm as if returning to the light: "Aunt Kong, I'm fine. Can you get me a glass of beer? I want it cold."
Kong Jingqiao was stunned for three seconds, and her tone of voice changed: "Fangfang! Fangfang, come out quickly! Something is wrong with Li Cang! He wants to drink! He wants a drink from me! Fangfang, hurry up!"
Come out and take a look!”
Li Cang: "..."
Li Cang's look almost made Lao Wang laugh to death: "Not to mention the operating table, I have never been so seriously injured even in Syria!"
Lao Wang still understood Li Cang. When he saw him lying there knocking three dogs on the legs, still looking like a dead man, he took out a 2-liter bottle of Bingkuola from the refrigerator and threw it over. Li Cang lay there and took the Coke and opened it.
The lid bit the bottle, and the liquid level inside the bottle with a little bit of ice residue dropped rapidly, dropped, and dropped again.
Mosasaur sucks water!
Lao Wang shuddered and couldn't help but protect his stomach: "Damn, it's a stubble!"
Li Cang made a lifeless voice: "Do you know how many words I said today about how are you? 960 words. Do you know how many words I said about goodbye? 1283 words. I, Timi, may have said all the words I have said in my life today!
"
Snap, snap!
Jin Yujing threw an apple, Rao Qifang threw an enamel cup, Kong Jingqiao looked at the spatula in her hand, and after thinking about it, she still hadn't lost it.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"You brat, don't talk nonsense!"
"Mom, I'm going to run away." Li Cang said deeply: "I feel that there are some heavier things now that have seriously hindered my deep yearning for maternal love."
"Don't I just ask you to attend a parent-teacher meeting..."
"Is that a parent-teacher meeting? Didn't you even read the process sheet? There are more than 100,000 or 200,000 students, parents, etc. That's not a place for serious people. It lasted a whole day.
, that shameless vice-principal even cheated on me in front of everyone. Fortunately, I finally made some money to get my money back, otherwise I wouldn’t even be able to get home with my health bar. I, I @#￥%..."
"Not a parent-teacher meeting?" Rao Qifang felt guilty: "The kind in the classroom where parents sit on their children's seats and hold papers to be criticized? I was punished for Li Laisi's unsatisfactory film about the dead girl when I was a child.
Criticism! Are parents’ meetings like this now? Holding tens of thousands of people to criticize the meeting? Is this legal? Son of a bitch, are you sure you went to school? You didn’t go the wrong way? Isn’t it some other strange place? How about we
