Several times in dreams

Chapter 147 Discipline Committee
Before the teacher finished speaking, the students below were already talking about it.

"Zhang Xueqing can still be a disciplinary committee member? She is the least disciplined!"

"That's right! Although she studies well, she loves to do little tricks in class."

"If she becomes a disciplinary committee member, how messed up will our class be?"

"If she becomes a study committee member, I'm still convinced, and a disciplinary committee member? Then she has to take care of herself first, otherwise don't try to take care of us!"

Zhang Xueqing sat on the seat, bouncing around like a deer in her heart, why did the teacher ask me to be a disciplinary committee member?She knows that she doesn't abide by discipline, can the students listen to her?

After class, Chen Xiaomei called Zhang Xueqing to the office, "How is it? Zhang Xueqing, do you have confidence in yourself? Can you do well?"

"Teacher, I...I'm afraid that the students won't listen to me!" Zhang Xueqing was a bit timid at the moment despite her usual courage.

"Oh? Why didn't you listen to me? Then you have to establish your own prestige!"

"Mmm! Teacher, I got it! I want to take care of myself first, otherwise my classmates won't listen to me!" Zhang Xueqing is a very smart child, she knows everything.

Self-discipline is difficult for adults, let alone a seven and a half year old child.

At the beginning, Zhang Xueqing could not talk to her classmates in class, and she performed well in all aspects, and the classmates gradually accepted her as a disciplinary committee member.

But being hyperactive by nature, she quickly found another way to miss class.

At first, Chen Xiaomei was very relieved to see that Zhang Xueqing stopped whispering in class. Later, when she saw that she was immersed in writing in class, she could still take notes at a young age. Chen Xiaomei thought it was Yuhui who taught her, and she appreciated it.

It wasn't until one time that Chen Xiaomei asked Zhang Xueqing a question and shouted twice, but Zhang Xueqing didn't hear it. Chen Xiaomei realized that she wasn't taking notes at all. Chen Xiaomei walked off the podium and came to Zhang Xueqing. Zhang Xueqing raised her head in panic , looked at the teacher blankly.

"Zhang Xueqing, what are you writing? You can't even hear the teacher's questions." Chen Xiaomei was gentle and stern.

"No... nothing written." Zhang Xueqing didn't dare to look at the teacher, and covered the notebook with her hands.

Chen Xiaomei took her hand away, and there were a bunch of villains drawn on the notebook, with various expressions, hairstyles, and various laughing and slapstick movements, not to mention they were quite lifelike.

Chen Xiaomei almost laughed angrily, "Come to my office after class! Now answer the question I just asked."

Zhang Xueqing didn't listen to the lecture, so naturally she couldn't answer. She stood there until the get out of class was over, and then lingered towards Chen Xiaomei's office.

"report!"

"Come in!"

"Ms. Chen..." Zhang Xueqing stood in front of Chen Xiaomei with lowered eyebrows.

"The little man draws well, lifelike, but the time for drawing is wrong."

"Teacher, I was wrong."

"Why don't you listen in class? Do you already understand everything?"

"No..." Zhang Xueqing shook her head.

"Why can't you answer when I ask you?"

"I don't know what you're asking?"

Chen Xiaomei was almost dying of anger. The smarter the child, the more difficult it is to control his thoughts. This is not uncommon in her ten-year teaching career.

Chen Xiaomei patiently re-asked a few questions in the new text, and Zhang Xueqing answered almost all of them correctly.

"Zhang Xueqing, have you previewed this text in advance?"

"When I was free, I read the whole book..."

"Other students can't even finish their homework, do you still have time to spare?" Chen Xiaomei was very surprised.

"Well, my mother said that the first thing to do when I get home is to do my homework first. I want to go out and play quickly, so I can write quickly." Zhang Xueqing told the truth.

"No wonder your handwriting is so ugly, do you know yourself?" Chen Xiaomei found a copy of Zhang Xueqing's homework, "Students in the third grade write so sloppily, it's not as good as the students in the first grade."

"I haven't been to first grade..."

Chen Xiaomei was really annoyed and laughed, "I know you haven't been to the first grade, so you haven't laid a good foundation in writing, but you can start practicing calligraphy from now on. First of all, you must write your homework correctly and clearly. Not only the answers must be correct, but the font must be correct It must be written correctly, at least for the teacher to understand."

"Ok!"

"Don't just agree, but don't do it later. I have to ask your mother to go home and supervise you!"

Chen Xiaomei looked at Zhang Xueqing's back and shook her head. Although this child is smart, she is too young. Others are already nine or ten years old, and she is only seven and a half years old. She is really difficult to manage.

Looking back, Chen Xiaomei talked with Yuhui, and it was unanimously decided that both parents and teachers should work together, not only to let the child grow up healthily, but also to let her maintain a healthy thirst for knowledge and strict self-discipline. Obviously this is a difficult problem.

Yuhui went to the bookstore to buy copybooks, and Zhang Xueqing was required to practice one copybook after finishing her homework every night, and she had to pass the inspection to be considered qualified. If she was perfunctory, she would be fined to write another copybook.

This aroused Zhang Xueqing's strong dissatisfaction. Practicing calligraphy is a kung fu job, which is far more time-consuming than doing homework.

Every day when Zhang Xueqing finished practicing calligraphy and went out to play, the other children had already gone home to do their homework, which made Zhang Xueqing extremely troubled.

Soon this girl came up with another trick. Homework is usually not assigned until the last class. The last class is a self-study class. It is said that it is a self-study class, which is usually occupied by the Chinese and math teachers.

In the last class, students can ask the teacher questions about the part of the day's homework that they did not understand according to their actual situation, and the teacher sometimes talks about some extended content by the way.

Chen Xiaomei was strictly prohibited from doing homework in the last self-study class. Zhang Xueqing was always courageous. Sometimes the math teacher was lecturing in front, and Zhang Xueqing was tall, so she would sit in the last row and secretly do homework.

Most of the time, the teacher is busy answering questions for the students, so she doesn't notice Zhang Xueqing. By the time school is over, Zhang Xueqing has already finished her math homework. When she is lucky, she has also done most of her Chinese homework.

She started to practice calligraphy when she got home, and finished the little homework after practice. At this moment, Yuhui hadn't got off work, and Zhang Xueqing flew out like a happy bird to play with her friends.

In those days, there were too many games to play, such as jumping rubber bands, hopscotch, throwing sandbags, and hide-and-seek. She didn't want her, at most she smiled and blamed, "The little crazy girl is back!"

After a long time, after all, paper can't hold fire. Yuhui found that although Zhang Xueqing practiced calligraphy well, her homework was still scribbled. In this way, what's the point of practicing calligraphy?

Yu Hui originally wanted to let Zhang Xueqing sharpen her temper in the process of practicing calligraphy, and change her personality to be more stable, not to be crazy and hot all day long, not like a girl at all.

Whoever imagined, Taishan is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change, the road is one foot high, the devil is one foot high, Zhang Xueqing

There are many ways to fool teachers and mothers. Yuhui has been a teacher for more than ten years and has taught countless naughty children, but she is helpless in front of her daughter.

After all, she is an old teacher, and Yuhui finally found a way to break through.

"Ruirui, from tomorrow onwards, don't go home after school, go to mother's office to do your homework, and let's go home together after practice!"

After dinner, Yuhui expressed her decision.

Zhang Xueqing was stunned!

(End of this chapter)