It's the students' fault if they are too popular.

No. 1 Middle School is very ambitious and its leaders are also very creative. They hope to build a reputation for online courses so that future enrollment will benefit greatly, just like the Huanggang test papers made Huanggang Middle School famous.

"Okay, I understand." Tong Yao reacted and said.

This video was originally recorded for my own students to review, but it seems to have quite a large audience.

Well, according to her life credo.

Just do your best.

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The two-day opening test is over.

In the morning, the students of Class 1 were having their morning reading, and there was no one sitting on the podium just like a few days ago.

Tong Yao stood at the door, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

The classroom became quiet in an instant.

She curled her lips slightly and smiled:

"Hello everyone, I am your acting homeroom teacher, Tong Yao. You can call me Teacher Tong."

The cheers were about to break out, like a lit powder keg, and were even mixed with the boys' wolf howls.

Yes, there are some naughty students in Class 1. Except for a few, most of them are not bookworms, and few of them are not excited to see the beautiful teacher.

Don't blush, the nursery rhyme said.

To let them know that they are just little kids in her eyes.

"Okay, quiet down." She chuckled and said, "Although I'm only acting as your assistant for a few days, I hope you can treat me like Teacher Yang. If you have any questions, you can come to me. Of course, you must abide by the rules. I will be as strict as Teacher Yang."

Everyone applauded enthusiastically.

"Okay, let's continue with our morning reading."

The sound of reading books seemed louder than before she came.

It seems... being a class teacher is not that difficult.

She took a look around and found no discipline to manage. Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out and saw that it was the group of head teachers she had just joined.

She suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

[Director Luo]: @All members, all class teachers, please take note, according to Principal Huang’s request, each class please submit more than 30 photos of students doing housework at home before 6pm tomorrow evening. Please reply if you receive any.

[Liu Jian]: Got it. Thank you for your hard work, Director Luo.

【Li Hanqiang】:Received/Holding fist

This is crazy...

Are you sick?

Tong Yao cursed in her heart.

They are still in school and have not had a holiday yet, so where do the 30 photos come from? Can parents predict the future?

Principal Huang is the new female vice-principal.

The new official’s passion has begun to burn.

Chapter 94: The Suffering of a Class Teacher

office.

Everyone was busy as hell. Marking the papers was one thing, and submitting photos was another.

"Teacher Li, how did you tell the parents about the photo?" Tong Yao wanted to learn from her and humbly asked for advice. "I feel that the school's request at this time is too..."

She hesitated to speak, and Laogai smiled knowingly and said:

"You'll get used to it. There will be more of these things. Come, I'll show you."

As he said this, he put the message in the WeChat group in front of Tong Yao.

"The school wants to randomly select 30 photos of children doing housework from the class. We hope that all parents will actively participate. The participating children can get extra points for the group. The deadline is before tomorrow night/Rose"

Tong Yao raised her head and asked:

"That's it?"

Laogai Xiaoxiao: "I tell you, for someone like me, it's not too difficult to collect 30 photos. When it comes to extra points, parents are more anxious than you and will photoshop a photo for you."

Tong Yao was silent. She thanked him and returned to her seat. Should we do this? She felt that it was not good.

Time is running out and she can't delay. If she doesn't tell the parents now, it will be too late tomorrow.

She had introduced herself in the parent group of Class 1 the day she joined. After thinking for a while, she did not copy the words of the Laogai editor and said:

"Dear parents, the school hopes that each class can provide 30 photos of their children doing housework. I hope everyone will actively participate. Thank you."

[Chen Pei’s father]: Teacher Tong, is this mandatory?

Tong Yao paused with her phone in her hand, in a dilemma.

Class 1 does not have the bonus system like Class 7, and you will not get any benefits even if you submit photos.

She took a deep breath and replied truthfully:

“It’s not required for everyone, but there are rules for classes.”

[Chen Pei’s father]: Okay, thank you teacher.

Tong Yao is not sure how many people will hand it in. What if he relies on others to hand it in?

She didn't want to use her brain for anything other than teaching, it was a waste of life.

At this time, a parent chatted with her privately.

[Wang Zijian’s mother]: Teacher Tong, are the results of the entrance test out yet?

Tong Yao replied patiently:

"Not yet, please wait a few days."

[Wang Zijian’s mother]: OK. By the way, Teacher Tong, how can children learn well? My son Zijian only knows how to play games at home during the winter vacation. Others are studying, but he doesn’t listen to me. Will he fall behind a lot when school starts?

Tong Yao was almost suffocated. How could she answer?

So, she spent the next half hour talking with the parent.

Today, the math class for Class 7 is about the test paper.

Tong Yao was giving a lecture on the stage. Below the stage, Jiang Yiming whispered to Ruan Qian:

"Does Teacher Tong look a little unhappy?"

Ruan Qian glanced at him and said:

"That's obviously tiring. Being a class teacher must be very stressful."

"Hey, Teacher Tong is teaching three classes now. He must be very busy. He shouldn't be teaching one class..."

"Jiang Yiming, what are you talking about?" Tong Yao suddenly turned around, "Do you want to come up and help me with the questions?"

The boy showed a frightened expression, waved his hands quickly, and immediately kept silent. Everyone laughed, and at the same time, he looked at Ruan Qian with resentment - you also spoke, why didn't Teacher Tong say anything to you?

After class, Tong Yao returned to the office. A few minutes later, the little girl called out to report in. She walked gently to Tong Yao's side, bent her knees and whispered to her in the face of her briefly stunned gaze:

"Teacher Tong, can I help you correct your homework?"

Tong Yao felt warm in her heart and shook her head:

"No, just study hard."

This child’s love is not in vain.

Some lazy teachers will ask the class representative or group leader to correct the homework, under the pretext of training students' abilities, or even directly write the answers and let students correct their own homework. For fear of school inspection, they also require students to use red pens, and pens of other colors are not allowed.

"Then, can I get you some food in the evening?" the little girl said again.

"Okay," that's exactly what the nursery rhyme needs, "thank you."

"Hey, hey," the little girl came closer, "What is Teacher Tong looking at?"

"You are not allowed to look at the student information."

After becoming a class teacher, Tong Yao really understood how difficult this job was. A lot of things were on her mind at the beginning of the school year. Just now, the school asked the class teacher to collect statistics on poor students in the group chat, which involved poverty subsidies, and she had to be busy again.

But this is something beneficial to the students, so she has no complaints.

Time passed by inadvertently, and the little girl went back to class. She continued to look at the background of each student, and the more she looked, the more frightened she became. No. 1 High School was the best high school in the province, and it was full of children of high-ranking officials. Even in the relatively "study-hard" class, many of the students came from very wealthy families.

Of course, most of the kids are just from ordinary families.

She remembered several children whose parents were unemployed, and the faces of these children appeared in her mind. Under their usual smiling faces, who knew the hardships behind them.

Class 1 had a math class in the afternoon.

After finishing the exam, she leaned on the podium, glanced at the students below, and said:

"The school has poverty subsidies. Students who want to apply can come to me. I'm in the office these two days, so any time is fine. If I'm not there, you can leave a note and put it under my computer."

The students were whispering, probably because they felt there were no poor people around them and that such things were too far away from their carefree lives.

After class, Tong Yao stayed in the office all day. In the evening, the little girl brought her lunch, but before she started eating, students came to see her.

This was the first group of students to come to see her.

It was a boy, quite handsome, holding a note in his hand. She couldn't remember his name for a moment, so she looked at the seating chart and remembered that his name was Jiang Heng.

"Teacher Tong, excuse me..." Seeing her preparing to eat, the boy was too embarrassed to step forward.

"It's okay," Tong Yao put down her chopsticks, "Just tell me what you want to say."

She knew that it was probably because of poor students.

She also understood why he chose this time when most students were eating.

"That's right... I want to apply for poverty assistance." Jiang Heng said hesitantly.

"Well, okay," Tong Yao's expression didn't change as she took out a few forms from the drawer. "Go back and fill them out. Give them to me in the next two days. If you don't know how to fill them out, come and ask me."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief: "...Thank you, teacher."

"You're welcome." She smiled.

After the boy left, she recalled the whole process. I think she didn't hurt the sensitive self-esteem of these children, right?

She looked at another girl on the list, a girl named Lu Xia, whose parents were unemployed. She had noticed during class that Lu Xia's shoes were very old, her pencil case was a cloth bag that she had used for several years, and her reference books seemed to be second-hand. Logically, her family was not well off, but she did not apply for the subsidy.

Are you embarrassed?

It’s not surprising that girls of this age have stronger self-esteem than boys.

To make sure, she called Lu Xia's parents directly.

Lu Xia's father, Lu Changming.

"Hello, hello, is this Mr. Lu Changming?"

"Yes, who are you?"

The man's voice sounded drunken.

Tong Yao frowned and said:

"I'm your daughter's homeroom teacher. The school has a poverty subsidy. I took a quick look and your daughter didn't come to me. Does that mean she doesn't need it?"

"Yes! Yes!" The man seemed to have come to his senses and said loudly, "Teacher, please ask Lu Xia to do it for you! How much does it cost?"

"Okay," she felt inexplicably uncomfortable, "I don't know the exact amount, so I won't bother you for now."

To be on the safe side, she called Lu Xia's mother again.

"Hello, Ms. Xia? I'm your daughter's homeroom teacher."

"Is it Teacher Tong? I know, I know."

"Regarding poverty relief..."

She repeated it and got the same answer.