Forty has a hurdle

Chapter 38 Agreed
Zhao Huan came out late tonight, and he walked out of the school with a few classmates until the parents who picked up their children at the school gate were in a hurry.

"Hello, uncle."

Seeing Zhao Hongming's troubled face, several students said hello to him, and hurriedly dispersed to find their parents.

"Zhao Huan, it's been almost four or ten minutes since I've been waiting for you here, why are you coming out now?"

"Dad, I'm the team leader, and I've been waiting for the students in our group to hand in their homework!" Facing his father's questioning, Zhao Huan was not afraid and said with a playful smile.

He said: "A few students in our group are really stupid. They couldn't solve some simple questions after a class. In the end, I had to explain them several times before they understood."

Speaking of the classmates in the same group, Zhao Huan seemed a little complacent.

"Heh, class leader, not bad, but Zhao Huan, you can't say that about your classmates." Zhao Hongming praised his son, "Qixing Middle School is a key middle school. No matter how bad the students are, how bad can they be? You can't say that .”

"Dad, have you forgotten? In our school, there are many classes like mine to get into by lottery! Not all of them are as smart as me."

Zhao Huan immediately refuted.

Hearing his son's words, Zhao Hongming was also taken aback.

He forgot about it, lottery mainly depends on luck, it has nothing to do with whether you are smart or not.

"If you don't understand, you can ask them to ask the teacher, will your teaching one by one affect your own learning?"

Zhao Hongming thought of a key point.

During the self-study time this evening, he heard from his son that the teacher will give lectures in the first class, and the students will do their own homework in the second class. Students who are fast can do some extra work after finishing their homework. If you don't understand the practice questions, you can take the questions to the teacher's office to ask for advice.

Qin Yali also bought several textbooks and exercises for Zhao Huan, but she didn't know if Zhao Huan had asked the teacher for advice.

"The teacher asked the group leader to teach." Zhao Huan said.

The father and son got on the electric car while talking, and rode all the way home.

After returning home, as usual, I eat some cakes, fruits, and then do my homework.

Zhao Huan and Qin Yali were at the dining table, one doing homework and the other correcting it.

Zhao Hongming turned on his laptop, skillfully found a website and clicked on it.

As the first generation of networms, games and online novels are indelible memories of their generation.

When smartphones were not yet popular, Zhao Hongming would download TXT versions of online novels everywhere to read.

Zhao Hongming has basically read all the novels of some famous online novelists nowadays.

If you read a lot of these online novels, you will feel that the routines are similar, and Zhao Hongming no longer has the enthusiasm for reading novels before.

Now, Zhao Huan has to do his homework until about eleven o'clock every night. During these few hours, Zhao Hongming feels that he can use it to do something.

So he came up with the idea of ​​writing a novel.

As a person who has worked as a civil servant for so many years, in Zhao Hongming's eyes, the novel is actually not complicated.

Creativity is one of them. In essence, it still depends on the author's writing style and how to tell a story well.

He concluded that online novels are nothing more than setting a central story, and then extending different small stories based on this central story.

Of course, these small stories must serve the central story and cannot be divorced from the central theme.

Tonight, Zhao Hongming plans to write a simple outline first, and then gradually improve it, and try to write his own story.

Hearing her husband clattering on the keyboard, Qin Yali smiled knowingly.

What we want is this kind of atmosphere, everyone has their own things to do, and it does not affect the son's study.

After 11:30, he helped his son turn off the lights, and Zhao Hongming also returned to the bedroom.

Leaning on the bed, he told his wife what he heard at the school gate tonight, and what Zhao Huan said about tutoring poor students.

Hearing this, Qin Yali frowned.

She also asks the students in her class to do the role of "little teacher", but it is only in the formal classroom, and the "little teacher" has completed the temporary tasks assigned in the classroom before doing tutoring , and the time is not long, and the content is just staring at classmates reciting endorsements and the like.

As for the topic explanation, Qin Yali did it by herself and would not let the students teach it.

There is also the problem of eating, Qin Yali secretly thought that she was careless.

Also in the education industry, she naturally knows much more about the inside story than Zhao Hongming.

What Zhao Hongming heard was true. In Qixing Middle School, there are quite a few teachers like this.

Including Mr. Tang, Zhao Huan's current homeroom teacher, she also belongs to this type of person.

However, according to what Zhao Huan said now, it shows that he is still highly valued by the teachers in the school, otherwise the position of the group leader would not fall on his head.

However, there is still a gap between this kind of importance and the "importance" in Qin Yali's heart.

As a private school, whether the student's grades are good or not is directly linked to the teacher's salary. In their eyes, I am afraid that only those who are really good at learning can be noticed.

For Zhao Huan, Qin Yali still knew that he was not the kind of person who was outstanding in his studies. If he hadn't followed her to school in elementary school, his grades would have been unsatisfactory.

In junior high school, Qin Yali could only rely on Zhao Huan's own efforts most of the time except for the time after returning home.

A touch of worry floated up in Qin Yali's heart.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival will be after the National Day. Didn't your dad plant some fruit trees? It's almost time to go on the market. Why don't you let him pick some and send them over? Let's send them to Mr. Tang sometime!"

Having made up her mind, Qin Yali said to her husband.

"Well, yes, I'll call tomorrow."

Zhao Hongming also nodded in agreement, just as the parent said tonight, the key is to have this intention, not to mention the importance of etiquette.

The couple had another conversation, and Qin Yali fell asleep first.

Zhao Hongming got up and picked up Zhao Huan's cell phone.

Because of the previous incident, Zhao Huan's mobile phone is handed over to his parents' bedroom for safekeeping at night.

Zhao Huan's mobile phone password remained unchanged, but when Zhao Hongming entered the mobile phone interface, he found that the two chat tools, QQ and WeChat, were gone.

When Zhao Hongming entered the browser again, he was surprised to find that the browser had been set to browse without trace, and the browsing history was blank.

"This kid."

Zhao Hongming couldn't help laughing.

It seems that Zhao Huan probably hid some apps in order to avoid his inspection.

This method of hiding the APP icon can also be found by searching the Internet, but Zhao Hongming thought about it and did not search for a solution.

(End of this chapter)