Hello, Mr. Mo

Chapter 20 Unanimous

"What, don't think I don't know." Jiu Po ​​stepped forward and sneered, "Your hospital is cheating people, treating us like fat pigs and slaughtering us."

Yang Yujuan explained: "Ninth wife, I'm just a nurse in the hospital, so I don't know the specific situation."

"Hmph, aren't nurses the same? They just know that we patients need to spend more money. Otherwise, how can you have so much money to give bonuses? You have the most money, and you often give money to your mother's family." Jiu Po ​​continued.

Yang Yujuan became angry when she heard it, and said, "Ninth Po, if your eyes are not good, you should go to the hospital to have a look? If you think our hospital is not good, you don't have to go to the doctor. What are you talking about here?"

Some elderly people expressed their solidarity with the nine wives, which made Yang Yujuan feel a bit outnumbered.

At this time, Liang Ping's voice sounded from behind: "What are your names? My Yujuan is right. If you look down on the District People's Hospital, you can go to the Municipal People's Hospital, or you don't have to. Who forced you. And She is just a nurse, not the dean, is it useful for you to speak ill of her?"

Liang Ping is not a fuel-efficient master either. When she found out that someone was talking about Yang Yujuan, she immediately ran down from the second floor to reinforce Yang Yujuan.

Because of Liang Ping's joining, the three aunts and six wives couldn't say anything about her, so they had to disperse one after another.

Seeing this, Yang Yujuan drove an automatic car to the hospital.

When Mo Zhicheng came to the school to check in, he went to see the students in class.

This time he is still the head teacher of class 3 ([-]). Although the students in this class are different, the discipline is still as bad as the previous class.

Mo Zhicheng is also used to it. Every time the school divides classes, it is said that there is a lottery, but the class with the worst discipline still falls on him.

I don't know if it was bad luck or someone cheated. After all, he was the last one in the lottery.

Mo Zhicheng knew that some teachers disliked students with poor discipline, but if you don't teach them, I won't teach them. Who will teach those students with poor discipline?

Therefore, Mo Zhicheng never disliked students with poor discipline. If these students were not disciplined, they would be even more troublesome in the future.

Mo Zhicheng walked up to the podium, talked about the after-school services arranged by the school, and asked students to sign up voluntarily.

Mo Zhicheng also knows that each student's family situation is different, and students cannot be forced to participate in this after-school service.

"What? Teacher, don't you go home until six o'clock in the evening?" A student called out.

"Yeah, it might be dark when I get home."

"What is this service for? Is it for us to play ball?" Some students raised it.

Mo Zhicheng cleared his throat: "The main reason is that when school ends at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, the students are afraid that there will be no parents to pick them up, so the school finds an organization outside the school to set up this after-school on-campus service."

"Then I'll go back and ask my dad." A student said.

Mo Zhicheng said it was voluntary, and the students didn't say anything, anyway, they don't have to force them.

The next day, the teaching office asked each head teacher to report on the after-school service of students in their class, and found that Mo Zhicheng's class was the least, with only 13 students signing up.

"Mr. Mo, how did you mobilize in the class?" the dean He Zhitong asked angrily.

"Some students said that there is someone to pick them up at home, so they don't need to stay in school for self-study." Mo Zhicheng replied.

What I told the parents at the time was that teachers would watch the students do their homework, and only students who needed it would sign up for this service.

"Isn't it good to stay in school and study for an extra hour? You don't have to trouble your parents to come and pick you up in advance, so you can kill two birds with one stone." He Zhitong asked.

"Director He, I have mobilized in the class, but the students' parents have different considerations from us, and I can't force them." Mo Zhicheng said.

Huang Mingjiao on the right said intentionally: "Director He, it took me a lot of effort to get about forty students to sign up."

"Sister Jiao, your homeroom teacher has done a solid job, and you deserve to be an excellent homeroom teacher." He Zhitong praised.

Huang Mingjiao had a proud face. It was almost time for the Teacher's Day Commendation Conference. I heard that she was an excellent class teacher in the district.

This is not only an honor, but also a bonus.

Every year, Huang Mingjiao will fight for this honor.

"Thank you, Director He. I always listen to the leader. The leader told me to go east. I will definitely not go west. I will work hard to complete the task." After speaking, Huang Mingjiao glanced at Mo Zhicheng, which meant that Mo Zhicheng did not listen to the leader. if.

Sure enough, He Zhitong said with a stern face: "Mr. Mo, you will go to the classroom to mobilize the students later. We'd better let the students participate 100% in after-school services."

"What? 100%." ​​Mo Zhicheng was surprised.

"That's right, we want the students to be unified, so that everyone can do homework and study together, and no student will be left behind. This is also the purpose of our education." He Zhitong nodded, "In case some students don't realize it, return to What about watching TV and playing games at home? It would be different if we had our teachers in the classroom supervising them.”

"That's right, Director He thinks highly of it." Huang Mingjiao immediately flattered He Zhitong, "I also want to let 100% of our class students participate in after-school services."

He Zhitong nodded with satisfaction, praised the mobilized classes, and proposed to complete 100% without leaving a single student behind.

Mo Zhicheng returned to the office with a secret headache.

This kind of after-school service in the form of voluntary registration is still easy to operate.But getting 100% of students to sign up is not easy.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Mo Zhicheng went to Class [-] ([-]) to continue mobilizing students to sign up for after-school services, and asked the students to go back and tell their parents.

The next day, more than a dozen students signed up, and the number of students in class five (30) was less than [-], which was almost half of the number.

In the office, Huang Mingjiao showed off, saying that there was only five students missing in their class, and the other students had signed up.

Seeing that this is the case, the school can only say that the class should start first, after all, it has already started for a week.

At noon, Mo Zhicheng told Yang Yujuan about the school's regulations: "I can't leave school until six o'clock in the evening, can you pick up Mo Li?"

"Is it like this from Monday to Friday?" Yang Yujuan frowned.

"I'll be in charge for three afternoons," Mo Zhicheng said.

"What? That's not acceptable." Yang Yujuan shook her head, "I can transfer with others twice a week at most, and I can't transfer three times."

Mo Zhicheng looked up at his mother who was watching TV in the small living room, and shook his head again.

In the past, when my mother didn't have a stroke, she often picked up Mo Yu who was in elementary school, so the couple didn't have any worries.

Thinking of his mother's vigorous figure at that time, Mo Zhicheng felt a little sad.

Time has not spared anyone. When a person is old, he will not escape certain fates.

Mo Zhicheng whispered: "Mom will definitely not be able to catch Xiaoyu, what should I do?"

(End of this chapter)