It’s really outrageous!
But everyone in the Huo family has looked for them.
They did not have the contact information of Ming Zaizai's biological father, and Jiang Siheng's biological father was not the guardian of Huo Sichen and Lu Huai, so there was no way to find him.
And Ji Yuanxiu is really the brother-in-law of Huo Sichen and Lu Huai in the household registration book.
Zhou Cong hesitated for a few seconds, and finally gave up the idea of finding Mr. Huo. After all, he did not have Mr. Huo's contact information. In addition, he heard that Mr. Huo was a very serious person. Now that he was old, he hurriedly made a trip. He was so tired that he couldn't bear the responsibility.
Finally, Ji Yuanxiu took two children, Zaizai and Jiang Siheng, to sit in the classroom and held a parent-teacher meeting as the "parents" of Huo Sichen and Lu Huai.
During the one-hour parent-teacher meeting, Zhou Cong felt heartbroken once he took one look at the three kindergarten children.
But because there were many parents below, he could only try his best to pretend that nothing was wrong and continue to host the class meeting.
Every parent brought paper and pen. Ji Yuanxiu was sent by Zhou Cong. After all, he came in a hurry.
I didn't expect a five-year-old kindergarten kid to record anything, but when he looked down, his pupils widened slightly.
Not only did the kid Ji Yuanxiu remember it, but he also had an elegant and graceful expression, and the other person actually wrote it in regular script.
Regular script!
Not just regular script, but also traditional regular script!
Zhou Cong was so shocked that he even forgot to continue talking.
The parents saw a strange look on his face and thought something was wrong with the little parent, so they all looked at Ji Yuanxiu.
When they saw the summary of memories recorded in Ji Yuanxiu's notebook, parents ranging from thirty to fifty looked down at their meeting minutes.
Where is the mother!
One by one, they subconsciously moved the essence in front of them to their arms.
The two parents who were closer to Ji Yuanxiu were stunned. A father in his forties couldn't help but ask Ji Yuanxiu.
"Kid, what you wrote..."
Sorry, he can't write Traditional Chinese.
Ji Yuanxiu, a child, turned his head and looked at him: "Show the minutes of the meeting to my eldest brother and second brother after school, so that they know what Teacher Zhou mainly talked about in today's parent-teacher conference."
Dad in his forties: "..."
Another parent looked at Zaizai and Jiang Siheng, and then took a breath.
"These two kids..."
When Zaizai heard that the parent was talking about her and brother Xiaojiang, she raised her little head and looked at each other, explaining in a sweet voice.
"Teacher Zhou also gave Zaizai and Brother Xiaojiang pens and paper. Brother Zaizai and Brother Xiaojiang also helped record the notes together, but neither of us can write the current handwriting."
Jiang Siheng nodded heavily: "Yes, but we know how to do this."
The parent looked at the two children who were upright and eloquent in small seal fonts, then looked at the notebook in front of him, and silently put the notebook under his arm.
Zhou Cong had noticed two little guys writing and drawing before, and thought they were just drawing talismans to pass the time.
After all, what can a three- or four-year-old child do?
It’s great that we don’t have to chat and play with toys at parent-teacher conferences.
After hearing what the parent said and looking at the notebooks in front of Zaizai and Jiang Siheng, Zhou Cong almost shut himself down.
Xiaozhuan font?
He doesn’t even know how to do this!
The children of the Huo family...
Zhou Cong no longer dared to look down upon him and continued to host the class meeting with concentration.
After reading the meeting summary written by Ji Yuanxiu, Zhou Cong no longer dared to treat his five-year-old uncle as a child, but as a serious parent.
After an hour, the parent-teacher meeting ends.
Teacher Ji has been waiting outside to pick up the three children in his class.
It turned out that Zhou Cong came out, but not many parents came out of the classroom.
He quickly went over and asked Zhou Cong: "Teacher Zhou, where are the three children in my class?"
Zhou Cong pinched his eyebrows and pointed to the classroom.
"I was surrounded by parents, asking for instructions on how to teach me."
Teacher Ji: "Huh?"
Zhou Cong sighed with emotion: "Although the three little guys are young, each of them can write better than the other, and they are not very good at simplified Chinese characters, either regular script or small seal script."
Teacher Ji was even more confused: "Huh?"
Zhou Cong looked at him: "You might not believe it unless you see it with your own eyes. When the three little guys come out, you will know it by reading the meeting minutes they wrote."
Teacher Ji was shocked: "They still write meeting minutes?"
Zhou Cong was also in a daze.
"The two younger ones are good at handwriting, but they are not so good at recording. The older one...oh, he is Si Chen and Lu Huai's brother-in-law. Not only are the handwriting beautiful, but the meeting minutes are also very good and concise. . Take it back and show it to Mr. Huo and the others, they should be able to understand it clearly."
Teacher Ji: "Huh?"
Teacher Ji still couldn't believe it: "No, Teacher Zhou, are you sure you are talking about the three children in my class? They are still in kindergarten."
Zhou Cong silently raised his head and looked at the sky: "Yes! They are only in kindergarten!"
no!
Thinking about his son's words that looked like chicken chop, Zhou Cong silently made a note in his mind.
After returning home in the evening, I must let my son practice his handwriting. All the children in kindergarten and middle class can write so well. My son is about to graduate from junior high school. How can he write worse than the children in kindergarten?
Otherwise, if you take the college entrance examination in the future, your poor handwriting will also affect your grades.
Must practice!
Zhou Cong's son was sitting in the classroom and suddenly sneezed loudly.
Huo Sichen and Lu Huai were also sneezing at the same time. In fact, more than half of the students in the two classes in the multimedia classroom sneezed at the same time.
Huo Sichen and Lu Huai rubbed their noses at the same time, feeling something bad for some reason.
Huo Sichen: "Lu Huai, could it be that my uncle helped us hold a parent-teacher meeting and caused some problems?"
Lu Huai thought for a while and shook his head.
"Probably not. The parent-teacher conference is mainly conducted by the teacher and the parents listen. My uncle has a very serious and rigid temperament and will not say anything easily."
Huo Sichen rubbed his nose and nodded: "That's right. After all, Zai Zai and Xiao Jiang are here too, so I won't let my uncle mess around at the parent-teacher meeting."
After saying this, the two of them sneezed several times in succession.
The students next to me were also sneezing constantly.
Huo Sichen and Lu Huai: "..."
My heart suddenly lifted.
When the teacher asked them to go back to the classroom, Huo Sichen and Lu Huai ran very fast.
He rushed to the classroom in one breath and saw young general Zaizai and his uncle coming out of the classroom.
There were also many parents who came out at the same time.
The two of them thought that the parent-teacher meeting had just ended, and they rushed to greet the three children, fearing that they would be frightened by too many parents.
"Uncle, Zaizai, young general."
Ji Yuanxiu was very elder-like and hummed softly at first.
"Si Chen, Lu Huai, the parent-teacher meeting is over. I took the minutes of the meeting and will show them to your father when I get home. Zaizai, Xiaojiang, I and I are back to kindergarten."
Zaizai and Jiang Siheng simultaneously raised their chubby hands and waved at them.
"Third brother (Brother Si Chen), brother Lu Huai, goodbye."
Ji Yuanxiu also waved: "See you at home."
The other parents waved to the three kindergarten children.
"Zai Zai, young general, Yuan Xiu, see you at the next parent-teacher conference!"
Huo Sichen and Lu Huai: "..."
What, a parent-teacher meeting, and there was talk of feelings?
When Zhou Cong mentioned the new homework after school, the whole class burst into tears.
"After this parent-teacher meeting, it was unanimously proposed that our class should add one more calligraphy practice to their daily after-school homework. There are not many words, ten big words every day, but they must be correct."
all the classmates:"……"
Zhou Cong looked at Huo Sichen and Lu Huai again: "Huo Sichen, Lu Huai, when it comes to writing, you two are more like your uncles, younger brothers and sisters. Look, everyone, these are Huo Sichen and Lu Huai Written by my brother-in-law and two younger brothers and sisters.”
The whole class craned their necks to look.
After reading it, everyone was amazed and asked Huo Sichen and Lu Huai at the same time.
"Huo Sichen, Lu Huai, aren't your brother-in-law and younger siblings all in kindergarten?"
Huo Sichen and Lu Huai: "Yes, Zaizai and Xiaojiang are in the kindergarten class, and my uncle is in the middle class."
Zhou Cong: "Yes! You can write so well in kindergarten and middle class. You are all in third grade. How dare you write like three kindergarten children?"
The whole class except Huo Sichen and Lu Huai: "..."
Everyone looked at Huo Sichen and Lu Huai with murderous intent in their eyes.
Huo Sichen and Lu Huai: "..."
