Zhao Huan came out late tonight, until all the parents picking up their children in front of the school gate had left, and then he and a few classmates walked out of the school gate laughing.

"Hello, uncle."

Seeing Zhao Hongming's hesitant expression, several students said hello to him and quickly dispersed to find their parents.

"Zhao Huan, it's been almost forty minutes since I got here waiting for you. Why are you coming out now?"

"Dad, I am the group leader, and I have 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: "There are a few students in our group who are really stupid. They couldn't solve a few simple questions even after one class. In the end, they had to rely on me to explain them several times before they understood."<

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

"Oh, you're a class leader, you're good, but Zhao Huan, you can't talk about your classmates like that." 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 about others.

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"Dad, have you forgotten? In our school, there are many classes where people like me are admitted by lottery! Not all of them are as smart as me."

Zhao Huan immediately refuted.

Hearing his son's words, Zhao Hongming also suddenly realized.

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

"If they don't understand, they can ask the teacher. Will it affect their own learning if you teach them one by one?"

Zhao Hongming thought of a key.

During self-study time this evening, he heard his son say that the teacher would give lectures in the first class, and students would do their own homework in the second class. Students who were fast could do some extra work after completing their homework.

If you don’t understand something about the practice questions, you can take the questions to the teacher’s office and ask for advice.

Qin Yali also bought several teaching aids and exercises for various subjects for Zhao Huan, but she didn’t know if Zhao Huan had asked the teacher for advice.

"It's what the teacher asked the team leader to teach." Zhao Huan said.

As the father and son talked, they got on the electric car and rode all the way home.

After returning home, as usual, I eat some cakes and 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 opened his laptop, skillfully found a website and clicked on it.

As the first generation of netizens, 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 to read.

Zhao Hongming, some of the famous online novel writers, has basically read their novels over and over again.

If you read this online novel too much, you will feel that the routines are all the same, and Zhao Hongming no longer has the same passion as before when reading novels.

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

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

As someone who has been working as a civil servant for so many years, in Zhao Hongming’s eyes, the novel is actually not complicated.

Creativity is one of them. Essentially, it depends on the author's writing style and how he can tell a story well.

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

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

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

Qin Yali smiled knowingly when she heard her husband typing on the keyboard.

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

After half past eleven, Zhao Hongming turned off the lights for his son and 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 situation, Qin Yali frowned.

She would also ask the students in her class to play the role of 'little teacher', but that was only done in formal classes. The 'little teacher' would only do tutoring after the 'little teacher' had completed the temporary tasks assigned in the class.

, and the time is not long, and the content is just staring at classmates and memorizing things.

As for explaining the topics, Qin Yali does it herself and will not leave it to the students to teach.

There was also the matter of eating. Qin Yali secretly thought that she was careless.

Since they are both in the education industry, she naturally knows much more inside information than Zhao Hongming.

What Zhao Hongming heard is true. There are many teachers like this in Qixing Middle School.

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

However, what Zhao Huan is saying now shows that he is still highly regarded by teachers in the school, otherwise the position of team leader would not fall to him.

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

As a private school, the performance of students is directly linked to the salary of teachers. In their eyes, I am afraid that only those who truly excel in learning can be seen.

Qin Yali still knows Zhao Huan. He is not the kind of person who is very outstanding in studies. In elementary school, if he had not followed her in school, his grades would have been unsatisfactory.

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

A touch of worry appeared in Qin Yali's heart.

"It's the Mid-Autumn Festival 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 find a time to send them to Teacher Tang!"
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Having made up her mind, Qin Yali said to her husband.

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

Zhao Hongming also nodded in agreement. Just as the parent said tonight, etiquette should be valued rather than spoken. The key is to have this intention.

The couple talked for a while, and Qin Yali fell asleep first.

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

Because of what happened before, Zhao Huan’s cell phone is now kept in his parents’ bedroom at night.

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

When Zhao Hongming entered the browser again, he was surprised to find that the browser had been set to incognito browsing, and the browsing history was blank.

"This kid."

Zhao Hongming couldn't help laughing.

It seems that Zhao Huan should have hidden some apps in order to avoid his own inspection.
Chapter completed!