tenth year of teaching

Chapter 172
Wang Haoqiang was a little at a loss, and Zhang Er was confused.

Principal Zhang looked at him and sighed heavily, sat down and said, "When you invite the studio bosses, you either invite them all, or you don't invite them all. You can't invite just one, and everyone else is watching. It's fine now, he has made money, what about us?" ? People from other studios reported it to the Education Committee, saying that we were operating in violation of regulations."

Wang Haoqiang's eyes widened, "But we didn't take a penny from him. Why are you suing us?"

"You said it was confiscated? Who can prove it?" Principal Zhang asked rhetorically.

"But no one can prove that we accepted it?" Wang Haoqiang insisted.

Principal Zhang stared at him and said word by word: "As long as someone sues you about this kind of thing, you won't be able to defend yourself. Do you understand? Because you invited him, he also made money, and others didn't, so naturally you have to Take the blame.”

Wang Haoqiang was very depressed and went out dejectedly.This matter is neither big nor small. After all, the director of the Education Committee has already asked about it.

In the evening, the office director answered the phone: "Thank you for your leadership's acquiescence. We will continue next year."

"Don't let it go next year. It's too big this year. I won't be able to let you into the school for publicity later."

"If I don't come forward, let's find another way. Will things get too big? Those grandsons..."

"Okay, it's fine if someone takes the blame. Don't keep calling if you have nothing to do. I'll contact you later."

"Alright, hang up."

After hanging up the phone, the fat boss turned to his wife who was cupping him and said: "This grandson is worth [-] to [-] yuan. It's not him who makes the decision, he's just a microphone. I've also made a calculation. Next year I love TM’s cooperation but don’t cooperate. I’m trying to make a name for myself this year, but I’m afraid I won’t have enough students next year, MD.”

My wife grabbed a big can hard and said, "Ouch, be gentle." Before he could finish his ouch, she slapped him and said, "You idiot, cooperation is of course the best in the long run. The kid is always difficult to deal with. Hurry up and get ready." Order good things and send them over, and the tuition fees are clearly marked. Don’t they know how much you earn? This is scolding you for not paying enough.”

"Oh", the fat boss touched his head.

Wang Haoqiang was depressed. It was originally a win-win situation, but why has it become like this now?His original intention was to find a training institution. Firstly, it could open up students' horizons in learning art based on their professional background. Secondly, it would facilitate management in the future. If there was anything they could do, they could go directly to the studio to get started, thus avoiding students' unsatisfactory results in the end.After so much effort, if the passing rate in the final joint examination is too low, it will really cost my wife and my army.The key point is that the future prospects of these children have been delayed. They have not kept up with the half-yearly cultural class review. If they fail the joint entrance examination when they come back, they will have no hope of going to undergraduate school.

If you choose this path of art, you still need to work hard, thinking about heaven and hell.I passed the joint entrance examination and dropped more than 100 points to enter a bachelor's degree. If I failed, I lost tens of thousands of training fees and had no choice but to study for a junior college.

In fact, high school is three years of hard work. As long as you want to go to undergraduate, you must spend more time and effort than others.Facing the people who took the college entrance examination casually, I easily acted as a foil.There is no such thing as waiting for rabbits in this world, because the rabbits are already in captivity.

The college entrance examination not only tests students, but also teachers and leaders, because the college entrance examination scores are an important indicator for measuring a high school.There are two methods, one is to increase the number of elements. When cultural courses cannot be improved on a large scale, we can only think of other methods, such as art students.Another way is to remove the denominator. Everyone knows that when registering for the college entrance examination, those students who have no hope are advised to apply for junior college or simply take the exam instead of taking the college entrance examination. If the denominator is reduced, the undergraduate admission rate will also increase.

But for teachers, schools, and the Board of Education, it is just a matter of decimal points.But it is 100% a matter for every family. Which parent would want their children to give up without even seeing what the college entrance examination room looks like?So the conflict gradually escalated, and I tried my best to persuade you to pursue art or major.While racking our brains to fight guerrillas, if we don’t have money, we don’t engage in art. If we can still make progress, we don’t enroll in a junior college.

So everyone's energy is spent on you persuading me and I fooling you, and there is no time to help students with their homework.As a result, many students were extremely happy. You (parents and teachers) were fighting fiercely. I was playing with my mobile phone and reading my online novels, and my homework couldn't be worse.

Various data, various rates, various standards are stuck around everyone's neck, and they are tightening little by little.Chu Xia said to the students: "You must shoot. If you shoot, you have a 50% chance of success. If you don't shoot, the chance will be completely zero." At the same time, he has to try every means to persuade the students to pursue art and enroll in junior college according to the instructions assigned by the grade group.

When Class 7 started school, two more people left art, so there were already 6 art students.Chu Xia breathed a sigh of relief, finally no longer having to be called on every regular meeting.These two are also very interesting, they happen to be a boy and a girl, after leaving.Only then did the students tell her that they were a couple, and that the girl had been chasing the boy for two years. This time, the boy also made up his mind to study art, and the girl had to follow her life and death.

In early summer, I thought about the girl Wang Li who is indeed relatively ordinary looking, but she likes makeup. After going to the studio, she came back to pick up the papers and her face was pale.At that time, she was shocked and asked if she was sick. When she got closer, she took a closer look and found out that the foundation was too thick.She is in her teens, with rosy skin and the most youthful and beautiful appearance.But she wanted to hide herself thickly with cosmetics. Chu Xia shook her head. She still remembered that when she was in college, the structural chemistry old lady said: "People who really understand chemistry don't know how to make up."

She talked about makeup to the girls, saying that whitening must contain lead, moisturizing must contain glycerin (glycerol), facial masks have their own preservatives, and the naturally extracted ingredients only have a few chemical formulas.The difference in my eyes between skin care products that cost several thousand yuan and those that cost dozens of yuan is just the lack of preservatives.

The girl snickered, thoughtful, and continued to paint her eyebrows and lipstick the next day.What amazed everyone the most was that there were boys in the class who practiced in winter and summer in summer. They washed their hair every morning and entered class softly.When a girl from the next class comes to solve the problem, she must shake her head at the door, her hair flying with a pleasant fragrance.It's a pity that the face is full of youth, the girl sees her hair flicking her youthful heart, revealing her face, she immediately rolls her eyes and leaves.

"Sister Xia, Zhao Chen got up early and washed his face. Apply oil like this." Ma Siyuan raised his index fingers and rubbed circles on his face.The whole class burst into laughter, and Zhao Chen jumped up and started beating around the class.

Chu Xia also laughed, "It's nice to be young!"

The next week, Ma Siyuan's mother was invited into the school, and Chu Xia tried her best to persuade Siyuan to enroll in a junior college. The 40-year-old woman burst into tears and kept emphasizing: "We are just a child. We don't want to be famous. We should at least see the college entrance examination room and give it a try. If we really can't pass the exam, we will give up."

Ma Siyuan stood aside, dejected, as if he disliked his mother's shameless begging, but he felt a little sad.

"Siyuan, come here." Chu Xia called. "Today, tell me in front of your mother, can you try again?"

Ma Siyuan didn't speak, but twisted his hands together.

"Speak." His mother tugged on his sleeve anxiously. Seeing the competition between mother and son, Chu Xia felt sad and continued to speak, "Siyuan, this is the college entrance examination. Those who want to go to the undergraduate program must give their best. Listen carefully every day. Completing homework on time is the bottom line, and we should continue to correct mistakes, problems, sort out, and accumulate..."

"Teacher, I can't do it. Mom, don't force me. That's how I am."

(End of this chapter)