Ang Lee never looks at his cell phone in class.

Chen Xuan left her cell phone in the office before class.

Xu Hongxin blocked the group message reminder on the third day of joining the company.

As soon as Ma Tao finished speaking, Xu Hongxin directly crossed out the game page and opened the WeChat group.

Ang Lee also clicked on the group information and joined in the fun.

In the chat history, Director Dong sent a message about the meeting at 9 a.m. on Monday half an hour ago.

The first half of the information was in line with the rules, and the theme of Monday's meeting was notified in advance - the additional course plan for students' summer grading colleges.

The point is in the second half.

As Ma Tao said, the main campus has issued two places for teachers of high-quality courses to Yudong Campus.

In the blue sky, no full-time teacher doesn’t want to be a high-quality teacher.

First, the class fee ratio is higher. Take the piano as an example. Ordinary piano teachers get 60 in one class, and fine-quality teachers can get 100.

Second, the benefits are good. In addition to social security, teachers of high-quality courses will also receive additional housing subsidies every month.

Third and most importantly, the resources are tilted, and the school will carry out comprehensive packaging and publicity for teachers of high-quality courses.

The selection of teachers for quality courses is a major event for the blue sky, and it is usually only carried out after the performance assessment of teachers in all campuses at the end of the year.

"Good things are good things."

The four-person Xu Hongxin came first. He had experienced it once as soon as he joined the company. "But it has nothing to do with us. Performance and number of students are hard indicators for assessment."

Of course Ma Tao knew, "I'm just quite strange. I just heard from the office over there that this time we only gave two places to Yudong, and there were no other campuses."

Xu Hongxin: "Can you think about the important things and think about what to eat for lunch?"

Ma Tao was left unconscious by Xu Hongxin: "I'll die."

The four of them were busy with their own affairs.

At noon, Ma Tao and Xu Hongxin formed a team to eat Shaxian snacks downstairs, and only Ang Lee and Chen Xuan were left in the office.

After following up Wang Xiaohu's student growth file, Ang Lee took out his plastic instant noodles from the drawer.

"Eat instant noodles again."

Chen Xuan looked up and joked, "Is this also life management?"

"Smart."

Ang Lee quickly tore the instant noodles packaging, put the noodles into the lunch box, and then squeezed the sauce bag like squeezing toothpaste, "Don't you eat it again at noon?"

“It’s too hot and I don’t have any appetite.”

It was only three months since Chen Xuan came to Rongcheng. Who would have thought that the comfortable summer in Rongcheng would be so boring in the summer? "I feel that people can't live without air conditioning in the summer here."

Ang Lee deeply understands this, "But you can eat a few bites and eat on time and at a certain time. Don't break your stomach at a young age."

Chen Xuan smiled: "Why are you like an old man?"

Ang Lee didn't answer the conversation, and walked out with instant noodles, "You can blow up the air conditioner slowly."

"What are you doing?"

Chen Xuan shouted behind her.

"Boom in buns."

Looking at Ang Lee's departure back, Chen Xuan's pen that was turning in her hand suddenly stopped.

She found that she has spoken to Ang Lee recently... more and more times.

...

Ang Lee at the front desk was eating Chen Meili’s buns while drinking instant noodle soup, which was so beautiful.

"It's a pity that your husband has the skills if you don't open a bun shop."

It's really not a flattery. As he said that, he swallowed half of the bun in his hand in one bite.

"Really, the filling is better than my mom's."

Wang Meile couldn't stop talking, "Next time I bring you fried bread, it's still delicious."

"How can I be so embarrassed? I can only eat ten."

A joke made her feel happy again.

"Hey Sister Wang, what's going on with the half-year award in Yudong?"

Ang Lee took the tissue handed over by Wang Meili and wiped his mouth, "I heard from them that all the teachers seem to have it."

Speaking of this, Wang Meili said regretfully, "This year is probably overwhelming. Our campus's performance in the first half of the year is at the bottom of the four campuses."

Ang Lee wondered: "Don't we rank first among the four campuses in the first quarter? No matter how bad the second quarter is, it will not be the bottom, right?"

Wang Meili shook her head: "Do you know how many students we have resumed classes in the first half of the year?"

Ang Lee really doesn't know about this.

"There are only 23, nearly half less than in the first half of last year," Wang Meili sighed, "There are only 200,000 yuan left here and there."

"Understood."

Nodded thoughtfully, Ang Lee thanked Wang Meili's bun and went back to his classroom.

The Half-year Award seems to have been ruined, but the unexpected situation still shocked him.

There are basically only two situations when students from social training institutions are suddenly lost on a large scale.

First, there was a major accident in the institution.

Secondly, the teacher left the job on a large scale and took away the students.

The current situation of Yudong's student loss is much more complicated.

There has been no major accident in the past six months, nor has the teacher resigned on a large scale.

Where did the old student go?

There is an insider.

Ang Lee is almost certainly a lot of working teachers are digging Yudong's corners.

And unscrupulous.

In fact, teachers who have been in training institutions for several years know this kind of thing, or have done most of them.

Institutions usually only turn a blind eye.

Because from the perspective of labor relations, when the market does not clarify the class remuneration standards for teachers in social institutions, institutions have never relaxed their efforts to reduce teachers' class expenses.

In the past, Ang Lee had 9 private students, three of whom were dug out of the institution.

But this was also what he dug out in two years. Compared with the profits he created for training institutions in the past two years, he does not feel that he is unethical.

There are many teachers in Yudong who really don’t talk about martial ethics, and there is such a large-scale loss of students. Is the academic affairs department eating shit for the past six months?

When contacting the main campus to give Yudong two high-quality teachers at this time point, Ang Lee felt that this matter was even more intriguing.

‘Yu Xiaobei’s teacher-student index has increased to 57 points.’

At this moment, the system prompt suddenly flashed out interrupted Ang Lee's thoughts.

Ang Lee called out the panel, and the number behind Yu Xiaobei's name became (57/100).

After most of the day, he noticed that each child's teacher-student index was followed by a 100.

After thinking for a while, Ang Lee closed the page.

Wait.

Everything that should be coming is on the road, so there is no need to waste today's time for tomorrow's things.

After retracting his thoughts, he began to practice the piano today.

Soon the scales in classroom No. 3 resounded throughout the corridor, and the loud sound attracted many children who were studying piano to come to the door to watch the fun.

Lin Pengfei, who was in class next door, was often influenced by this scale, which made him feel a little unhappy.

Especially when his students asked him if he could play so loudly.

——

On a fulfilling Saturday, Ang Lee returned home after buying an electric fan and came to an end completely.

In the evening, he and 80,000 yuan each added an extra ham sausage, and then they blew the fan together and fell asleep beautifully.
Chapter completed!