Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 55 The Invitation from the Teacher

It is of course very comfortable for my wife to rub her shoulders, but simply rubbing her shoulders is meaningless.

Recently, through constant quarrels, the two are speeding up their running-in and growing rapidly. The relationship has ups and downs and ups and downs.

Qin Xiong is determined to work hard to make money and get back the lost dignity of a man.

Tang Qingya also reflected deeply, and sincerely asked Qin Xiong for some unclear life details, trying not to let herself be too ignorant in life.

At dawn, Qin Xiong sent his daughter to the kindergarten as usual, but was stopped by the head teacher, Nie Ping.

"Secretary Qin..."

"Uh, Teacher Nie, you should call me Weiyi Papa, I'm more used to it." Qin Xiong felt a little inappropriate when he heard that Teacher Nie suddenly changed his name.

"Okay, I just want to ask, are you interested in being the head of the family committee..." Teacher Nie asked.

"Are you busy, what are you mainly doing?" Qin Xiong asked.

"I'm not busy, and I don't need to do anything at ordinary times. I just organize the parents and cooperate with the work of the kindergarten. If there are outing activities, it is best to connect with some resources." Teacher Nie said.

"That's it, thank you, Teacher Nie, for your trust. I'm essentially a dad and a writer. I can't provide any resources, and it's hard to convince the public." Qin Xiong said.

"Secretary Qin, you are too humble. You can raise Yiyi so well, which is a good example in itself. If you can, I hope you can take the time to share with our parents and friends." Teacher Nie said.

"What to share? I don't think there's anything to share. Yiyi isn't particularly smart, it's just something I usually teach." Qin Xiong said.

"As she is now, she is already very good. Whether it is living ability, sports ability or learning ability, she is excellent in all aspects. Other parents also hope that you can share some experience." Teacher Nie said sincerely.

"If everyone is willing to listen, I don't mind talking about it. About when?" Qin Xiong asked.

After all, his daughter is still in the kindergarten, and she spends a lot of time with her teacher every day. If she can cooperate, Qin Xiong will definitely try her best to cooperate.

"Is it okay tomorrow?" Teacher Nie asked.

"Yes, as long as it's not a weekend, there are arrangements for this weekend." Qin Xiong replied.

"Secretary Qin, you are really busy, so let's do it tomorrow. Parents will learn from you after sending their children to school tomorrow morning." Teacher Nie said.

"It's not appropriate. Many parents have to go to work after dropping off their children. They don't have as much time as I do," Qin Xiong said.

"It's okay, for the children's study and growth, half an hour is completely free, not to mention, most mothers are still full-time housewives now." Teacher Nie said.

"Okay, no problem, I will prepare well. Is there any theme?" Qin Xiong asked.

"It's good for children, there are no special restrictions." Teacher Nie said.

"Ok."

After returning home, Qin Xiong thought about it, and what he was willing to share might not necessarily be what the parents were interested in.

While he was struggling, Teacher Nie had already notified the news in the group.

Because the children's self-care ability is relatively weak at present, the kindergarten is purely for the convenience of procrastination. Therefore, as long as it is a message sent by the teacher, the parents are basically busy liking it, lest if they are not careful, the child will be left out and targeted.

Seeing everyone's enthusiastic response, Qin Xiong quickly asked in the group: "Thank you, Teacher Nie, for your recognition of me, and thank you parents for giving me the opportunity. However, I haven't figured out what to share specifically. Do you have any ideas?" Are there any pain points that need to be addressed?"

"My child doesn't like reading, what should I do?"

"If the child doesn't eat well, is there any coup?"

"Children are slow in doing things, and they are looking for good ideas."

"My child grinds his teeth at night, what should I do?"

"The child grows slowly, what do you usually let the child eat?"

"My child likes to play with mobile phones and is addicted, how can I break it?"

"+1"

"+2"

"+3"

……

"It seems that the pain point has been found. However, I am just a very ordinary parent, not a health expert or a psychologist, but I have some experience on how to avoid letting children play with mobile phones. I will talk to you tomorrow about the specific situation. Share." Qin Xiong said frankly.

"Thank you, Secretary Qin." Teacher Nie was the first to reply in the group.

"Thank you Weiyi dad..." The parent's reply was almost in sync with Teacher Nie's.

But after that, everyone's replies became more unified and tidy.

"Thank you Secretary Qin."

"Thank you Secretary Qin."

……

Parents who didn't know him thought he was the secretary of the city government, with an extraordinary status.

When Qin Xiong saw him, he had mixed feelings.

In the past, he thought of a way to put money on his face, hoping to get the attention of others, but it often backfired.

But now, he has learned to be shameless, but others took the initiative to put gold on his face.

Fame and status seem to be very imaginary things, but they can actually affect all aspects of life.

Because Tang Qingya was also in the parent group, seeing other parents' enthusiasm for her, she also deliberately replied in the group: "Thank you Secretary Qin, Secretary Qin has worked hard..."

Seeing this, Qin Xiong quickly sent a private message: "Don't make trouble, I corrected it, and the teacher won't listen, so I can't help it."

"I didn't make trouble, I replied very seriously." Tang Qingya smiled.

"You have to call me husband..."

"Thank you husband, husband has worked hard, aren't you very proud and inflated now?" Tang Qingya asked.

"If you prick me with a needle at any time, I won't swell up!" After Qin Xiong replied, he put away his phone and started writing a speech for tomorrow's sharing.

Even if there are only 30 students in a class in the kindergarten, and there are only [-] parents present tomorrow, he still has to prepare seriously.

Although Secretary Qin is just a false name, he has to show his true level to let them feel his weight in order to show everyone's ignorance and respect.

After revisions and revisions, it was finally finalized.

After that, eat your own meals and write your own books.

When it was time to leave school, when Qin Xiong went to pick up Qin Weiyi from school, he clearly felt that the parents were much more enthusiastic about him, and some even took the initiative to say hello.

Qin Xiong didn't put on airs on purpose, and responded politely as before.

"No wonder many people like this feeling. It turned out to be really good. However, my current strength does not match these. I have to continue to work hard." Qin Xiong was very sober.

"Father, the teacher said that tomorrow you will come to teach other parents..." On the way back, the little girl said happily.

"It's not for class, it's for sharing." Qin Xiong corrected.

"Oh, there are many more children playing with me today. Everyone likes me, right?" Qin Weiyi asked.

"Yeah, Yiyi is so cute, but even if everyone likes you, you can't be proud, you have to get along with everyone equally, understand?" Qin Xiong said softly.

"Understood, Dad, is it true that only very powerful people can share with other parents?"

"It's not all, it may be that their children are very good. If it wasn't for your outstanding performance in kindergarten, even if Dad shared it, everyone would not expect so much." Qin Xiong explained.

"I will always be this good, I want everyone's mother to like daddy!"

"Oh, good girl, really good, don't tell your mother this..." Qin Xiong reminded kindly.

　Thank you fainting bird of paradise for your reward and monthly pass, thank you friends who voted and left messages, I have a temporary meeting, I came back late, and I am working hard to write Chapter 2.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)