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Chapter 65 Where Are My Homework Books?
Li Kuailai said with a smile: "I talked to your parents, and what they said made sense. They only have you as a daughter. If they study music, they are very worried. Otherwise, you will learn music while studying hard." Culture, how is it?"

"Oh, this is the only way to go now." Wei Xiuqin said helplessly.

Li Kuai looked at the time and said intentionally, "It's almost time for self-study in the evening, so go back to the classroom and get ready."

"Okay, Teacher Li, goodbye, I'll come back when I'm free." Wei Xiuqin said goodbye to Li Kuailai reluctantly.

Not long after, the door next door rang, and Song Xiaofang walked into Li Kuailai's room.

"Mr. Song, I'm really sorry to ask you to bring me the computer yourself."

Li Kuailai said happily when he saw the laptop in Song Xiaofang's arms.

Song Xiaofang put the laptop on the table, and reminded: "Come on, Li, you should pay attention to the influence when you interact with female students."

"Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion." Li Kuailai said with a smile, "Don't you use your computer at night?"

"I..." Song Xiaofang's face changed slightly.

I kindly wanted to give him a reminder, but I couldn't find an excuse to come here, so I came here with my laptop.

Unexpectedly, Li Kuailai didn't understand good people, and deliberately asked her that she didn't use the computer at night.

"I forgot for a while, I still need to use the computer at night." Song Xiaofang snorted coldly, and went back to the room with the laptop in her arms.

I'll go... Li Kuailai wants to scold people a little bit, this is not the way to play with people.

Li Kuailai felt a dull pain in both shoulders, and stood up, shaking his arms.

Outsiders look at the profession of teachers as easy, but they don't know that the work of teachers is done from morning to night. May I ask which profession works like this?

They only saw the teacher's dozen or so lessons a week, but did not see the teacher's preparation before class and correcting homework after class.

There is also work on the education of students' psychology and discipline, which is not seen by ordinary people.

Many teachers have worked for a long time, and cervical spondylosis, lumbar spondylosis, pharyngitis, etc. have followed.

Li Kuailai walked outside the door. It was dark outside, and the street lamps were hanging on the poles. The dim lights did not brighten the night.

Li Kuailai took a deep breath, turned off the lights in the room, and walked to the classroom.

Sitting in a chair without moving and correcting homework for almost two hours, no matter how young he was, he couldn't bear it.

Those older teachers, whose workload is similar to his, will definitely be more tired.

Now teachers are facing three layers of pressure, one is the pressure of their own teaching work;

The second is the pressure on student discipline. Time is developing, and the Internet is also developing. Today's students are different from before, and education methods must also keep pace with the times.

If you don't keep up with the current situation and don't understand the psychology of today's students, education will really get twice the result with half the effort.

The third is the pressure from the school.

If the grades and discipline of the students cannot be improved, the school leaders will ask you what's wrong?
Poor grades, bad discipline, is there something wrong with your teaching and education?
Therefore, many teachers are in a sub-healthy state both physically and mentally.

But no one would talk about decompression for the teacher, no one said to ease the teacher's psychology...

When we arrived at the classroom of class [-] of the second grade of junior high school, Li Kuailai looked inside through the window.

The discipline in the class is generally acceptable, except for Ma Zhifeng.

Ma Zhifeng's stool seemed to have iron nails. He turned it to the left and to the right for a while, looking east and west, but he just couldn't sit still.

Ma Zhidong was writing his homework, but seeing him looking at the notebook on the right from time to time, he probably was copying his homework instead of doing it.

In order to let everyone have something to do, Li Kuailai stipulated that all students should do their homework, and he personally went to the teacher of the department to implement this situation.

Whether it is Chinese, mathematics, English, physics, or geography, biology, history, politics, all homework must be done.

Even if some students can't do it, letting them copy is better than sitting around in the classroom and wasting time.

And when they have nothing to do, their thoughts will easily wander off, and their actions will affect others' learning and making mistakes.

The teacher of the department was of course very happy to see that Li Kuai came to cooperate with them in collecting homework.

Because the teacher also has the task of correcting the homework, generally more than 90%, preferably 100% of the students hand in the homework.

However, students in township schools generally don't like studying very much, and those with poor grades simply don't do homework.Things like biology and geography, let alone do it.

They can generally receive [-]% to [-]% of homework, which can be regarded as Amitabha.

Now if someone fails to hand in their homework, Li Kuailai will come to the classroom to remind him after he gets first-hand information from the department representative.

You don't write, do you?Well, don't go home today, I'll call your parents and bring food over.

Li Kuailai's trick worked so well that even Ma Zhifeng handed in his homework obediently.

Of course, Ma Zhifeng and the others didn't do their homework well. At this stage, they don't insist on quality, but quantity first.

Ma Zhifeng's eyes were sharp, and he soon noticed that Li Kuailai came in, and immediately sat upright.

If it hadn't been for Li Kuailai to see him doing tricks just now, he would really have believed in his performance.

"Zhifeng, have you finished your homework today?" Li Kuailai asked.

"I'm almost done." Ma Zhifeng replied without thinking.

"Then show it to me." Li Kuailai would not believe Ma Zhifeng's nonsense.

Ma Zhifeng froze for a moment, and said to himself, "Where did my homework go?"

"Brother Feng, here it is." Ma Zhidong next to him handed him the homework he was copying.

"I..." Ma Zhifeng was speechless.

Li quickly came to have a look, and cursed in a low voice: "Ma Zhifeng, you actually asked Zhidong to copy your homework for you?"

"Ms. Li, my hand is uncomfortable and I can't hand it in late, so I asked Zhidong to copy it for me first, and I will copy it back for him next time."

Now Ma Zhifeng wished he could push Ma Zhidong to the ground and beat him up.

You said that the head teacher was standing next to me, and you put the homework you were copying in front of me, saying it was my homework, isn't that a scolding?

"Hmph, that's fine, don't play tricks like this, I don't know you yet? You're copying me now...no, it's homework. Also, don't forget to write next week's essay." Li Kuailai said angrily.

Ma Zhifeng patted his chest and said, "Mr. Li, don't worry, even if I don't copy the homework of other subjects, I will definitely copy the homework of Chinese."

"You copied the composition too?" Li Kuailai asked suspiciously.

"No, no, how can I copy the composition? You have read it too. Is my composition different from the classmates in the class?" Ma Zhifeng shook his head desperately.

Li Kuai came to see Ma Zhifeng took out a pen to copy homework, and then walked to the podium.

English teacher Hu Caixia is in class tonight, and she is grading homework on the podium.

Hu Caixia is 28 years old and has been married for more than a year.

Shoulder-length black hair, a plump body, and a delicate face, the kind that would be called a beauty on the street.

(End of this chapter)