Chapter 419

Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli, who can't chat, had a chat for a while. The work of dividing classes was completed quickly, and the list and schedule were sent to each child's mobile email.

Chunya new kindergarten is divided into three grades and five classes, with a total of more than 80 students. There are two small classes and two large classes, and another preparatory class. Most of the children in the small class are four years old, and some of them are three years old. After one year of study, they enter the large class or preparatory class according to their grades. The requirements of preparatory class are very high, and the curriculum is basically the same as that of primary school.

The first time Lu Zhengkang looked at his work and rest schedule was at seven in the morning and six in the afternoon. Eleven hours, kindergarten, mom.

Education really has to start with dolls. They are ruthless machines.

Lu Zhengkang is very happy, but Su Xiangli is very calm. After all, she doesn't know what a happy kindergarten looks like at the beginning of the century. There is no harm without comparison.

"Zhengzheng, which class are you in? I'm in the spring bamboo shoot class

When Lu Zhengkang heard the bamboo shoots, he was a little greedy. He almost didn't hold his saliva when he opened his mouth. "I, uh, suck it, too."

Su Xiangli praised, "so coincidentally, we must be a superhero group."

Lu Zhengkang scalp numbness, "small class on two, we are in the same class is very likely, OK."

"It's all the will of the flying noodle God! Hoo Hoo Su Xiangli raised his hands and made an aria, which attracted the parents around him to snicker.

Lu Zhengkang is on the verge of collapse. This little girl is only three or four years old. Why does she even know the God of flying noodles! And will use "will" such a high-level vocabulary, Niang ye, the children of the end of the 21st century is terrible!

It's almost nine o'clock now, and it's time for class. Parents bid farewell to their children, and some children burst into tears. All of a sudden, the scene became chaotic and embarrassing.

"Don't cry, darling..."

"Don't cry. I photographed it for you. What a shame."

The adults bend down or squat down, trying to look at the children, while the crying children close their eyes, look miserable, and their hearts are immersed in fear and sadness.

The way they cry is very embarrassed, but it's also very real. At least Lu Zhengkang feels comforted.

A thousand words and ten thousand words.

I'm the one in the past

At this time, my brother said that he would pick up Lu Zhengkang from school, and then he left reluctantly. Lu Zhengkang was stunned and didn't say goodbye to him. Su Xiangli on the other side solemnly told his robot Baiyang Yangzhen, "work hard when you get home. If the sun is good, take out the quilt to bask in it

"No problem, pear, I know, leave it to me ~" baiyangyang's voice is like a soft young woman, lively and gentle.

Adults and children are separated one after another. Now the teachers are in charge of everything.

A male teacher in his twenties raised his head and yelled in a low, loud voice: "children of the spring bamboo shoot class, follow the teacher. Let's go to the classroom."

"Children of hummingbird class..."

In a class, there are less than 20 students. There are one head teacher and three life teachers. They are all young people. The lowest level of social trust starts from three. Character test and psychological test are conducted once a month. Monitoring is carried out all over the kindergarten to eliminate any potential safety hazard.

Lu Zhengkang opened the curriculum, today is Monday, two classes in the morning, three classes in the afternoon, in addition to lunch, lunch break, afternoon tea, games and other leisure time.

I didn't expect that after several decades, China's social rhythm is still very tight. However, when the pursuit of efficiency becomes an instinct, it becomes less impatient. Especially in the intelligent age, tight task arrangement and low repetition personnel allocation are saving time for everyone.

After he signed up, he began to take classes. Lu Zhengkang's first class in his life was Chinese.

At the beginning of class, the difference between people immediately appeared. Some children are clever, attentive and have strong self-control, some are stupid, some are restless and full of strange things, so the efficiency of class is very low. If their electronic devices were not equipped with teacher control components, no one would listen to them.

In this case, Lu Zhengkang stares at Mr. Wang in the Chinese class and doesn't know what he can do.

Mr. Wang is a tall and thin man with white shirt and black hair. He is wearing flat glasses with blue frame. His too strong bookish atmosphere makes him look sad and weak. However, he often laughs. Seeing that the classroom atmosphere is not good, he selects a video in front of the projector and plays it.

The lights in the classroom are dim. The children are quiet in the face of the darkness for a while, and then there is more movement. Lu Zhengkang covers his ears, and the strong sound almost destroys his thinking ability.

"Zheng Zheng --!" The Qin sound of Qingyue sounded, and everyone was immediately attracted by the extraordinary sound.

Holographic projection in the dark classroom, a row of desks in the sky, playing a player in white.

Lu Zhengkang stares up at him. The illusory projection is covered with a light soft light. There is a kind of illusion. The sound transmits the sound of the piano completely.This is

Lu Zhengkang felt a kind of strong emotion like electricity rush out from his back. This tune, one by one, was very familiar.

It's big fish Begonia.

Beauty is not for sorrow, but for the dilemma of the world.

The artistic conception of beauty is often confused and sad. Beauty is a kind of sadness.

The children were shocked and quieted down.

After the noise disappears, the sense of existence of the tune itself will be magnified infinitely, just like a curtain that can cover people's senses.

Lu Zhengkang looks at Mr. Wang. In the beautiful and sad music of Qin, the projected light will illuminate his cheek. The man hiding behind the flat glasses, his eyes are full of gentle stories.

The book is so thick that it chokes my nose. Lu Zhengkang couldn't help laughing.

Su Xiangli sat on his right hand. She leaned over and poked Lu Zhengkang's waist with her left hand.

"Well, what for?" Lu Zhengkang's body is a little bit ticklish now. Few children are not afraid of itching. Miss Su's fingers are like scallion segments. It doesn't hurt to poke people, but it's in the middle of the weakness, which almost makes Lu Zhengkang pop out of the chair.

"Look at Mr. Wang." Whisper.

"What happened to him?" Keep your voice down.

"Mom said that people who like to listen to old songs are treasures."

Lu Zhengkang was speechless. "Do you know this song?"

"Well, I learned piano on the Internet. My teacher played this song" big fish "for us."

"You play? Can it ring? "

"We use simulators."

"Oh, that's right." Lu Zhengkang also recalled that today's musicians basically use simulators in their creation, that is, virtual world musical instruments. Their essence is music programming software, which is effortless and has many advantages.

"I can't play it now. I'll play it for you later."

Lu Zhengkang said perfunctorily, "Mm-hmm..."

Su Xiang from the face, "I am very serious, this is a woman's promise!"

This is a woman's promise. This sentence comes from a domestic film "birth day" in the 1940s. The woman is a 34 year old single mother. Although the plot is rather old-fashioned, the actor who plays the mother is skillful and full of tension. This is a woman's promise, which makes countless people cry.

When Lu Zhengkang coughed, he thought of the sentence "man's intuition" he liked to say when he was a child, and suddenly felt a little secret shame, "you are still a girl, not a woman."

Su Xiang stares away from his eyes, just like two sesame dumplings in sugar water, watery and shiny. His brown iris looks like maple syrup. His black pupil has two reflections, one bright and one dark. The bright one is the player in the video, and the dark one is Lu Zhengkang.

"I thought about it and thought you were right." Su Xiangli pursed her lips. "I changed my mouth. It's a girl's promise. I'm Su Xiangli's promise!"