Thanks to the zombie physique, her hearing is much better than normal. A long distance away, you can hear some wives talking about "my child has learned to draw apples" and so on. They have something to talk about every day, and Ximen Qing also admires it.

　　 "Good morning, Teacher Ximen." When the ladies saw Ximen Qing, they also greeted with a smile.

　　 "Hello," Ximen Qing said wearing a mask and thick glasses.

　　 "Morning teacher!" When the children saw Ximen Qing, they all happily rushed towards her. But the height problem can only hit her knees.

　　 She squatted down quickly and touched the child's head: "It's alright, let's go in, it's going to go to class."

　　 The ladies also laughed when they saw it.

　　 At first, they were very worried about the teacher who wrapped themselves like a mummy all day long. They always felt that such a person was too weird. But over time, they found that Ximen Qing was unexpectedly liked by children. Their children kept saying "I like Teacher Ximen the most" all day long, and gradually let go of their prejudices.

　　 After all, except for the thicker dress, other aspects of Ximen Qing are normal.

　　 After seeing off the wives, Ximen Qing went in to teach the children.

　　Kindergarten is different from a formal school. It is not a lesson for one teacher. They are not so much in class, they are more like babysitters.

　　 basically two or three teachers take a class, and then take it from 9 am to 4 pm. During the period, some simple courses were arranged according to five fields, such as drawing, aerobics, mathematics of greater than sign and less than sign level...

　　 The most important thing is to control the children, prevent them from running around, and prevent them from bumping.

　　 For this, I often need to raise my voice, otherwise these noisy children will not hear what you are talking about.

　　 Being a teacher hurts the throat the most. Whether in high school or kindergarten, most teachers are full of breath and have a hoarse voice.

　　 High school is okay. They can use stereos. They are not allowed to use those in kindergarten because they are afraid of hurting the children’s ears.

　　 Ximen Qing has an advantage in this respect, after all, she is a zombie, so a few roars are not a problem at all. With great strength and fast running, it is easy to catch those bear kids.

　　 "Teacher, teacher," suddenly a little boy ran over and handed her a picture in his hand proudly, "Look! I drew it!"

　　 "Oh?" Ximenqing took a look and found that the painting was an apple. As far as the level of kindergarten children is concerned, it is already very good. Maybe many high school students may not have him paint well.

　　 "Not bad, Li Zimin, you are awesome." She habitually boasted, making the children very happy.

　　 Seeing that he was praised, immediately other children came over with their own paintings to show Ximen Qing.

　　 "Teacher, I painted this!"

　　 "I drew too, look at me, look at me..."

　　 "My, my, my, my..." The essence of mankind is revealed in his childhood.

　　Ximen love, of course, have to look at them one by one and then praise them one by one. After finally coping with it, she was also a little tired, and the pack of blood in the morning was basically consumed in such a place.

　　 At this moment, a young girl came over. Her name is Qin Yuyao. She is still in college and is an intern teacher who came this semester. He looks pure and cute, and has a good body.

　　 "Sister Ximen, you are really popular with children," Qin Yuyao humbly asked for advice, "How can I get along with them so harmoniously? I have been here for half a month, and they don't listen to me at all."

　　 Ximen Qing looked at her up and down, and sighed, "You are a girl with such a good condition. Why can't you come to a private kindergarten as a teacher? Is there anything you can't think of?"

　　 "Ah? What's the matter?" Qin Yuyao didn't expect that she would say this, and she was dazed.

　　 "It’s very tiring to get along with children, not just for the body, but also for the heart." Ximen Qing picked up the painting the child had just given her and handed it over, "Look at it."

　　 Qin Yuyao took a look, and said in a puzzled way: "The paintings are very good. These children are worthy of being the children of rich people. They are really good."

　　 "Excellent... pudding." Ximen Qing originally wanted to say "egg", but thought it was uncivilized, so she processed it.

　　 "You look at a few more pictures."

　　 Qin Yuyao looked at the second painting after hearing the words: "Huh?" She immediately looked at the third and fourth...

　　 "This...this..." After seeing a total of ten paintings, she was dumbfounded, "Why do they draw the same apples?"

　　 Regardless of the shape or the angle, these apples are almost carved out of a mold.

Ximen said: "Of course, parents now like to send their children to cram schools. Unlike our kindergartens, cram schools need to grab customers. How do you think they can get more people to send their children? Where are they?"

"How about it?"

"Naturally, it gives the best effect in the shortest time. For example, painting an apple. Do you think they are teaching children how to observe and write? No, they only teach one kind of painting from this kind of angle. Fa, even if you put an orange in front of them, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will still draw this apple."

　　 "This...this is too perfunctory." Qin Yuyao was dumbfounded.

Ximen said: "Parents can't see this kind of thing, because they can only see their children's paintings, so they naturally think that they paint well. Only when we look at the same ten or twenty pictures every day, can we feel the difference. Full, this is simply a kind of mental torture."

　　 Qin Yuyao sighed: "This is not teaching children at all, but to please parents. It's all superficial skills."

"So, smart parents don't usually send their children to cram schools. What can such a small child learn? If you look closely, you will find that these children who draw and paint are usually driven by their mothers in the morning. of."

　　 "What does this mean?" Qin Yuyao is completely adorable and doesn't understand the doorway inside.

Ximen’s love may be a blunt word, and he said directly: “The sign of walking to school means that he lives in this Bilan Flower City. He is a real rich man, and those who drive their children to school are all from their own communities who do not have good kindergartens. Rich people, but the average family property will be one level worse, most of them are nouveau riche, and there is a high probability that they will be less interesting in raising offspring."

　　 "Oh~" Qin Yuyao didn't expect that there were these doorways in it, so she was a little surprised.

Ximen Qing reacted and said, "Hey, what am I telling you for? It's just a little gossip. Regardless of the children's family background, we have to treat them equally here. Don't think about trying to please any child who can use it to climb Gaozhi. It's no fun. "

　　 Qin Yuyao shook her head vigorously: "No, no, I don't want to be a junior for those local tyrants."

　　 Ximen Qing sighed: "So I just said, I don't want to be a junior, what are you doing here? Are you messing around like me?"