Mo Jingchun glanced at all the children who got off the bus and found that all of them were holding their noses and their eyes showed displeasure.
After looking around for several times, Mo Jingchun didn't find out who the little six was.
Touching Ling's shoulder, Mo Jingchun gave Ling a look.
The next moment, Zero shook his head.
Now Mo Jingchun was a little surprised. This sixth man was so powerful and had actor-level acting skills at a young age.
Suddenly, Mo Jingchun and Ling looked at each other as if they had a tacit understanding, and blurted out at the same time:
"It's the driver."
Be careful, it's probably the driver's fart if nothing else.
No wonder no child shows any abnormalities, they are all victims, but there are no abnormalities.
After hearing Zero and his brother's judgment, Candy's eyes burned.
Just as I was about to argue with the driver, I saw the school bus put away its sign and left.
"Hmph, it must be uncle."
After pinching Candy's cheek, Mo Jingchun said with a smile:
"Okay, no matter how big it is, people will run away in embarrassment."
"Come on, let's go home."
When I got home, Candy unusually didn’t watch any cartoons today.
"Brother, I went upstairs to do my homework."
Mo Jingchun was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, I'll call you when the meal is ready."
Candy carried her schoolbag and shouted without looking back.
"No, the homework will be done in fifteen minutes."
Seeing Candy's figure disappearing around the corner of the stairs, Mo Jingchun said with emotion on his face
"The teachers finally figured it out and started giving homework to the students."
Zhou Yaling on the side sneered and walked directly into the kitchen. Mo Jingchun looked puzzled.
He shook his head. It was rare that no one would compete with him for the TV. It was better to watch a movie.
"Zero, play a comedy movie."
"okay."
As soon as the plot started, Mo Jingchun was amused.
It felt like I hadn't watched it for a while, but Mo Jingchun looked at the candy running down, with a confused look on his face.
"Didn't you go do your homework?"
Candy held her homework in her hand, raised her eyebrows, and said:
"Of course it won't be timed out after talking for fifteen minutes."
With that said, Candy handed her math homework to her brother and sat down on the sofa.
"The teacher said that after the homework is written, let the parents check it. If there are no problems, just sign at the end of the homework and write the date."
At this moment, Mo Jingchun finally understood why Zhou Yaling sneered when Guangdong said she would go upstairs to do her homework when she first arrived home.
Harbin sells batches of homework, and lets parents check and correct homework.
It’s just math today, what about next?
For families like his, it is not difficult to check their children's homework, but what about some families with left-behind children?
There are several grandparents in the family who can do the questions, and they can also speak several languages.
Mo Jingchun sighed and felt helpless.
It’s no wonder that the relationship between teachers and parents has become increasingly unharmonious in recent years.
After a hard day's work, I didn't have time to rest when I got home, and I had to help my children check their homework. It would be strange if there were no conflicts.
Unlike their time, parents never checked their homework, and at most they only signed up for cram schools during the summer vacation.
After checking his homework and confirming that everything was done correctly, Mo Jingchun reached out and took the black water-based pen handed over by Candy.
A handsome and striking artistic signature was made in one stroke, and the date was written on it. Mo Jingchun nodded with satisfaction.
"Take it for business."
"I will give you a message to your class teacher tomorrow. Just say that not everyone is like me and has time to check their children's homework."
"Remember?"
"Remember." Candy scratched her head and asked doubtfully:
"Brother, why do you say that?"
Mo Jingchun glanced at
Confused Candy, "You'll know later."
"Tch~" Candy curled her lips in dissatisfaction, "From now on, it will always be later, or when you grow up."
"Hmph, I'm not a child, I don't understand anything."
Holding her homework and pen, Candy ran upstairs with a proud look on her face.
At this time, Zhou Yaling in the kitchen stretched out her head and sneered:
"I just guessed that I was going to check my homework. It's the same old routine."
"Has this been the norm since you started?" Mo Jingchun was very surprised. He and Zhou Yaling were only one year apart, so the difference was so big.
"No. I learned about it from the Internet."
On the second day of the recess activity, Candy bathed in the sun and sat and did aerobics in a decent manner. Looking at the head teacher not far away from the corner of his eyes, Guangdang planned to go find the head teacher after dismissal.
Well, it’s such a happy decision.
"Teacher Qu!"
Qu Weijun, who was about to go to the bathroom, heard Mo Xiaoxue's shouting behind him, turned around and asked with a smile:
"Classmate Mo Xiaoxue, do you have a problem with me?"
"Uh-huh."
Pulling Xiang'er, Guangdong is no longer afraid of the class teacher.
"Teacher Qu, my brother asked me to bring you a message last night."
"oh?"
Hearing that Mo Jingchun was about to say something, Qu Weijun asked with a serious face:
"What did Mr. Mo say?"
Every time the head teacher calls his brother Mr. Mo, Candy feels weird.
"Teacher Qu, my brother said that not everyone is like him and has time to check their children's homework."
After a moment of silence, Qu Weijun smiled and said:
"Tell Mr. Mo that the school has received the suggestion."
Candy scratched her head in confusion. What kind of suggestions? My brother said something about the school.
After leaving the playground, Qu Weijun strode back to the grade group and immediately reported Mo Jingchun's suggestions to the grade group leader.
In less than half an hour, all grade group leaders and school leaders received a notice from the principal to hold a meeting at ten o'clock.
Qu Weijun called all the teachers in class one together.
"From now on, the homework assignments will be graded individually and no more checks will be made by the students' parents."
Looking at Qu Weijun's face, someone asked in surprise:
"Have any parents complained?"
"No, but it seems the problem is more serious."
Rubbing his forehead, Qu Weijun said helplessly:
"Mr. Mo made a suggestion. Just now, all the grade group leaders were notified to go to the principal for a meeting."
For a moment, everyone was speechless.
The principal is worried that if the school does nothing, Mr. Mo will complain directly to the Education Bureau.
Putting it in their shoes, if they were the principal, they would probably be very worried.
"It's hard to be a teacher these days."
Qu Weijun glanced at the math teacher and said nothing.
According to past rules, it is indeed the teacher's problem.
But after all, times have changed, and now it has become normal for parents to check their children's homework tutoring tasks.
It's so normal that it's become a matter of course.
But Mr. Mo is born in 2000! The post-00s generation is changing the unspoken rules of the workplace and directly teaching their bosses how to behave.
Those born in 2000 have become more independent in the workplace.
In the afternoon of that day, each grade group held an all-teacher meeting.
The topic of the meeting was homework.
Homework must be assigned normally, but assigned assignments must be marked by the instructor themselves.
