Chapter 596

Before the collapse of Mount Tai, Jian Yi, who was always calm and calm, was the first to lose her temper.

After all, if "I don't have a father" again, Jane Yi can't help but let herself have no son today.

Jian Yi originally intended to be clear out of sight. When Jian Xiyan finished writing the composition of at least 200 words, he signed his name hastily.

But the new head teacher seems to know the tricks of these parents, for fear that the parents are too busy to tutor their children.

Therefore, on the phone, we also specially asked that the picture of parents' supervision on the side of the child when writing a composition should be recorded into a video, which should be handed over to him together with the composition at the beginning of school.

All roads are blocked.

As a result, he called Lu Junhan directly.

With a very commercial, as if negotiating solemn tone, said: "say, how much money, you will let people send this class teacher to Africa to teach?"

Lu Junhan:

Neuropathy.

The second one was Zhang Dazhuang.

The rewriting of the "composition" reminds him of his long black and beautiful hair at the parents' meeting last time. His eyes are very big. He looks very white, which is whiter than Zhang Yiming's little white dog. He also sees Zhang Yiming giggling in the studio watching his sister pear.

He was so angry that he beat him up.

That's a bit of a delay.

On the phone, accompanied by Zhang Yiming's heartrending cry, Zhang Dazhuang's simple and honest voice sounded:

"Mr. Lu, look at our friendship for so many years, or you can let the teacher avoid my stinky boy's composition this time. His hand was damaged by my carelessness just now, so he can't write his homework. There's no way! It's probably not going to be all right. "

Lu Junhan:

The third is Qu Sinian. When he heard that he was going to write a composition again, he held a heavy heart. After finishing a hide and seek game with Qu Qianqian, he kept calling Lu Junhan. His voice was hard:

"Mr. Lu, if you don't think so, you can ask the old teacher to change his request to parents to write a composition. Well, write about my child, and the child is next to him Supervision, I suddenly want to write a composition, really. "

Lu Junhan:

The new head teacher's phone call was only ten minutes away.

The three parents are on the verge of collapse, with no sense left.

I know it's impossible to change the teacher. After all, the new head teacher has no choice but to choose from other places. He has rich teaching experience and is very patient with the children. The children like him very much. I don't know where to find a suitable one.

But there is a glimmer of hope in them.

In case, the new head teacher takes the initiative to go to Africa to dig coal Oh, no, teaching?

Not only are the three of them in a trance, but the rest of Lu Junhan is no better.

Especially, seeing that the little girl has taken out the composition book from her schoolbag and two sharpened pencils, she puts them on the side, lifts up her sleeves and looks at her and plans to do a big job. She writes dozens of pages of "my father".

Lu Junhan's face was too stiff to be stiff any more.

In an online buzzword, it's probably "one step closer to death."

I don't know the truth of the audience and the people of the program group are very excited, at least the little girl no longer watch TV, moreover, she is so positive that she has to do her homework!

The audience inexplicably gave birth to a kind of bittersweet heartache that "the goose is finally no longer idle, and will start to work hard and upward". They are really moved and want to cry. They wish Xiao Lu Li could write more quickly and write more.

They also try their best to send comments to urge the photographer to put the camera in a little bit. They want to see their daughter's earnest and devoted to her homework!

The photographer is carrying the camera, and the whole person is very excited. Finally, there is work to do! Finally don't have to shoot black cat Sheriff again!!!

He pointed the camera to the girl's clean and tidy composition book. The little girl was lying on the tea table, holding a pencil in her hand, and the tip of the pen fell on the paper. She was about to start to write the topic with a stroke.

But the "I" on the tip of the pen has not been finished yet. A slender and white finger with distinct bony roots, just like a work of art, suddenly appears in the camera, which directly presses on the composition book with a strong sense of strength.

The audience could see at a glance whose hand it was.

After all, who is sitting next to the little girl besides her father!

The audience was so excited that they screamed and even licked the screen.

The man's slightly low, magnetic voice sounded over the little girl's head:

"I'll write my homework tomorrow. Now watch TV first. "

As soon as he said this, he finally hoped that the little girl would be positive and make great efforts. The audience who began to write their homework and the people in the program group were shouting in their hearts:

no!!!Father Lu, don't spoil pears so much!

This is not right!

Let her learn quickly! Better learn to die!!

Fortunately, the little girl also wants to make progress.

In the face of her father's degenerate demands, she puffed her face and shook her head into a rattle: "people don't want to watch TV, they want to write about Dad now!"

Hum!

Dad is the most important thing!

The black cat on TV can't compare with Dad!

Said, the little girl saw the TV is still on, as if a little dissatisfied, pout a small mouth, find the remote control, a small hand, the TV to turn off.

Obviously, she should devote herself to the composition and write her best and best father!

Lu Junhan:

Seeing the delaying plan fail.

The little girl's title "my father" has also been written.

Seeing that the tip of her pencil fell to the next line, she was about to start writing the text.

Lu Junhan once again reached out and held her, and looked at the confused and clear eyes of the little girl.

Lu Junhan's handsome and indifferent face did not have any emotional changes, but said quietly:

"wait until your sister Qianqian will come. When they come, you can write with them. Otherwise, if you write so fast, they will be jealous."

The little girl used to do homework with Qu Qianqian and her parents. The composition of the last parents' meeting was written by the four of them.

Sure enough, the little girl did not suspect that her father was deceiving her and believed it directly.

She not only believed it, but also happily picked up her own mobile phone -

this mobile phone was bought by song Qingwan when she saw that the little girl was so bored that she could only watch TV during the winter vacation.

Thinking, in this way, you can not only watch TV to kill time, but also play mobile games to kill time.

It's an extra entertainment.

Then, Lu Junhan looked at it like this. The little girl opened the wechat and clicked into a certain 4 groups of people, and excitedly sent a voice with milk and milk in the past:

"sister Qianqian, brother Yiming and brother Xiyan, my father said that you would come here to do your homework. When will you come? They are at home now. "

Lu Junhan:

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