After the parents' symposium, Xia Junshan and Nan Li went to find Xiang Nan.
They wanted to ask him whether the off-campus tutoring classes were effective and whether they wanted Huanhuan to go to tutoring again.
"Junior brother, what do you think?" Xia Junshan asked.
"Senior brother, everything in this world cannot be determined in a general way, the key is what you think about it." Xiang Nan smiled slightly and said, "To be honest, I think cram school is not necessarily bad.
In the small county where Mi Tao is located, children go to school at seven in the morning and finish school at six or seven in the evening, spending more than twelve hours studying.
Here we go to school at eight o'clock and finish school at four o'clock, so we only have eight hours of study time. Compared to others, it’s already four hours less.
It’s even worse when you reach middle and high school. In the middle and high school there, you get up at 6:30, study in class at 7 o'clock, and finish class at 9 o'clock in the evening, so you have to study for 14 hours.
As for us, it’s basically the same as elementary school. That's six hours less. After twelve years of elementary school, junior high school, and high school, I have to attend a lot less school, almost tens of thousands of class hours.
If you ask Huanhuan to choose a number, it will only be fifty lessons a year. How many class hours are there, including junior high school and high school? How do you compare with others? Otherwise, in recent years, the high school there would have become famous all over the country. "
Xia Junshan and Nan Li looked at each other and nodded.
"Zhong Yi, you are right." Xia Junshan said, "Nowadays, people in the city are calling for burden reduction and quality education, but other places are adding burdens, and it's all about grades. In the end, you won't be able to compete in the college entrance examination. So everything is fictitious, only the results are real.”
"Yes, in the final analysis, the college entrance examination still depends on your scores. No matter how high your quality is, you will still be able to play, play, sing, paint and dance. Unless you take the art exam, it will still depend on your scores in the end.
But now the competition for art exams is more intense than the ordinary college entrance exams. Letting children take art exams will be a more difficult path. "Xiang Nan nodded.
When Nan Li heard what he said, she felt it made sense.
Just now, after listening to Zhang Xueer's words, she was planning to let Huanhuan quit choosing the number. Listening to Xiang Nan's words now, she even felt that the class Huanhuan signed up for was not enough.
In Midao's hometown, children have to study tens of thousands of extra hours during their schooling. Even if one point is exchanged for one hundred class hours, in the end it will be one hundred points more.
One point is one playground, one hundred points is one hundred playgrounds. A junior college becomes a bachelor's degree, two undergraduates become one, two non-colleges become a prestigious school...
"Okay, we all know it." Xia Junshan nodded.
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"By the way, how is Huanhuan doing lately?" Xiang Nan asked again.
"It's still not very good. She's still not serious and active enough in studying. But we are already restraining her." Xia Junshan said.
Xiang Nan nodded, "There's no rush, you can't rush this kind of thing. But I think as long as you persist, there will be a day when every drop of water can penetrate the stone."
"Yeah." Xia Junshan nodded.
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After get off work in the evening, Xiang Nan asked Zhang Xueer to have hot pot.
While rinsing the coriander, she said, "I didn't expect Ziyou to be so bold today. His mother couldn't sit still and left before he finished speaking."
"The human heart is like a spring. The harder it is pressed, the stronger it rebounds." Xiang Nan nodded, "If Yan Ziyou hadn't been so stressed, he wouldn't have exploded like today."
"That's right. I wonder if the child will regret it if she has been wronged like this." Zhang Xueer said again.
"How can you regret it?" Xiang Nan waved his hand, "Every parent of a chicken baby has a self-consistent theory and thinks that they are doing their best for their children.
In their opinion, the child's grievances are due to ignorance, and it will be fine if they grow up. So she won't make any changes, but will get worse. "
"No way?!" Zhang Xueer said in surprise.
"If you don't believe me, ask him in two days." Xiang Nan said with a smile.
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After finishing the hot pot, Xiang Nan sent Zhang Xueer home first, and then went home to code.
Now "Da Feng Watchman" is still very popular, and the monthly manuscript fee can exceed 200,000. For Xiang Nan, this is really a good thing.
If this continues, I will definitely be able to afford a house by the end of the year.
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After Tian Yulan returned home, she cried bitterly.
She had done so many things for her son, but her son told her that she didn't love him in front of everyone, which made her feel extremely aggrieved.
After Yan Peng got off work, he learned about the incident. Although he sympathized with his wife, he also advised her to relax on her son and remove some of his classes so that her son could have time to do things he likes.
"I've told you a long time ago that our son doesn't need to work so hard. Even if he doesn't do anything, there is still such a big industry in the family waiting for him to inherit. Why are you forcing him so much?" Yan Peng advised, " Relax a little, the child is happy, you are happy, everyone is happy, isn’t it all good?”
Their family has billions of assets, not to mention supporting Yan Ziyou, and two more generations of people. As long as they don't eat, drink, gamble, they can still survive. It really doesn’t have to be so hard.
"What do you know? It's not yours, and it's hot to hold." Tian Yulan cried, "Just like me, I say I'm from the Nan family, but does the Nan family recognize me?
At that time, I could only live in a small study room. Nanli's boudoir has been empty for so many years without letting me live in it. If Xia Huanhuan can't go in and choose a number, Uncle Nan can find the district chief for her. Ziyou almost couldn't get in to choose a number, and it wasn't because your parents paid the sponsorship fee. "
"I can understand your feelings. I also hope that my son can support himself, but don't push your child too hard. He is still a child after all." Yan Peng advised, "Look at what happened now. , is it really okay? In my opinion, if you let go a little bit, will you turn mother and son into enemies? "
"You will be a good person, and let me be the bad guy. If you are a successful father, do I need to push my son like this?" Tian Yulan said, hating the iron.
If only Yan Peng could stop being so naughty and take care of his family and career, she wouldn't have to worry so much. Inheriting it from my father is naturally better than inheriting it from my grandpa and grandma. The name change is more justified and justified.
"If I were really that kind of career-oriented man, would I still be interested in you?" Yan Peng blurted out.
Their family has a fortune of hundreds of millions at least. If he is really ambitious and looking for a partner, he will definitely not look for Tian Yulan.
Firstly, Tian Yulan's academic qualifications are not enough, just three degrees, not even a prestigious school; secondly, Tian Yulan's status is embarrassing. Not only was she born into a poor family, but her mother was also a mistress. To put it more seriously, this is a sign of unhealthy family tradition.
That is to say, he had no ambition at that time and married Tian Yulan because he saw her beauty. If you have to be career-minded, you won't marry her, it's more likely to be a marriage between business partners. No matter how bad it is, I will marry a virtuous wife with a clean background, high education, and a good personality.
"What did you say?" Tian Yulan asked immediately.
"Ah, it's nothing. I mean, the child really needs entertainment and rest, and you don't want to become enemies with the child, right?" Yan Peng asked, "In this way, give me face, reduce his burden and step back. class to give him time to play.”
Tian Yulan thought for a while and nodded.
