The system asked me to be a teacher

Chapter 99 Prologue of the Commendation Conference
With the joint efforts of all the teachers in Zhiyuan, the marking work on Saturday went very smoothly.

At 5:28 p.m., when the last teacher clicked the mouse, all the review work was completely over, and then all the teachers left one after another amidst the hard-working condolences of the teaching director Liu Yi.

At this time, the results have actually come out, but the teachers haven't seen it yet.

Because it will enter the school board first, and the evaluation team appointed by the board will evaluate the fairness of the revision before it is announced.

"Mr. Kong, it's really thanks to you this time, otherwise I would have to delay." Zhou Qianqian's tone was full of gratitude.

Kong Meng smiled and waved his hands: "Small things, everyone helps each other, and I will definitely ask you in the future."

"Teacher Kong is too modest. With your speed, I probably won't have a chance in the future!"

This time, Confucius and Mencius not only reviewed the ancient poems very quickly, but also commented on the composition.

As soon as he made a move, the composition question that had been dragging his feet every time was declared completed before 5:00, directly breaking the historical record of the project.

And Zhou Qianqian, who witnessed the whole process, was also stunned.

Although she has read Confucius and Mencius' Encouraging Learning and watched his speech videos, these are far less shocking than being there.

This guy is simply a monster!

"How about... I invite you to dinner? And Teacher Deng, let's go together!"

Perhaps because verbal thanks were too pale, Zhou Qianqian changed her words.

"Ah? I'm afraid I can't. There's something else at home. I'm sorry!"

Deng Yun smiled a little reluctantly. After knowing that the composition incident was an oolong, he has been in a trance. How can he be in the mood to participate in this kind of party?

Confucius and Mencius also refused: "Forget it, today is a busy day, what I want to do most now is to sleep beautifully."

It's not that he doesn't agree, but that it's necessary to help each other in this kind of work. It would be unkind to eat and drink because of this.

What's more, he also helped Deng Yun, and if he agreed rashly, he might be forcing Mr. Deng to treat him.

"In this case, let's make an appointment another day." Zhou Qianqian, who knew what Kongmeng meant, no longer insisted.

Back at the rental house, Kong Meng lay down on the bed.

His correction speed is fast, but his body load is also greater, so telling Zhou Qianqian that he wants to sleep is not all an excuse.

It took a long time for Confucius and Mencius to regain his energy. He sat up in bed and made a phone call at home.

It has been four days since the last time I went home, and Father Kong's winery has already started intensive preparations.

As the top priority in the family, even if Confucius and Mencius were not around, he still had to take care of it.

Fortunately, regarding the construction of the factory, Father Confucius started planning a year ago, and now that he has the technology of Confucius and Mencius, there is no major obstacle.

After asking a few basic questions, Kong Meng found that his father was more careful than he thought, so he stopped meddling.

Then he answered some of Wu Qing's doubts.

It is said that since Wu Qing returned to Zhiyuan, he has kept sending messages, and occasionally made a video call, as if he had a successful blind date and wanted to continue to develop.

Kong Meng was a little embarrassed at first, but he didn't think about it at all.

It was just that the two chatted for a while, and he found that although the other party was cute and well-behaved, the main topic was acupuncture.

Indistinctly, Confucius and Mencius also guessed some thoughts of the other party, so they threw out distracting thoughts and taught the other party like a student.

There were also some questions from his students, which Confucius and Mencius answered one by one.

When everything was done, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, Kong Meng had no choice but to smile bitterly, as he was really a responsible teacher.

But fortunately, tomorrow is the weekend, no accidents, he can finally have a good rest.

This sleep lasted until noon the next day. After waking up, Confucius and Mencius ate something, and then got on the bus to Zhiyuan again.

Because the school will hold a general meeting of teachers in the afternoon!

This is a tradition of Zhiyuan. Whenever there is a major exam, the meeting will be held on time at 3:00 pm on the weekend of the exam week.

In fact, it is a general meeting of teachers, rather than a teacher commendation meeting.

Probably because the content of this meeting is mainly to commend the results of this monthly exam.

Following the guide, Confucius and Mencius came to the No. 1 conference hall.

Conference Hall 1 can accommodate 1000 people for meetings at the same time. It is the largest and oldest antique-style building in Zhiyuan.

As soon as Confucius and Mencius came in, he was shocked by its luxurious layout.

The high-definition plasma projector comparable to a theater, the curved wooden multi-level foldable podium, the huge and densely packed colorful display lights, plus the classical style tables and chairs and the extremely soft red carpet, make people forget where they are.

"Teacher Kong, this way!" It was Zhou Qianqian!
Kong Meng smiled lightly and walked over quickly.

This direction is the position of the second grade teachers, not only Zhou Qianqian, Deng Yun, but also Xie Meixuan, Luo Hao and others.

Greeting with a smile, Confucius found a seat and sat down: "Why are you so early?"

The meeting was held at 3:00, and it was supposed to be very early to arrive at 2:30. Confucius and Mencius deliberately came for an extra 10 minutes, but he turned out to be the latest.

This is completely different from the usual class.

Zhou Qianqian winked at him mischievously: "Teacher Kong is really calm, today is one of the few opportunities to receive money, if there is no place later, wouldn't it be a big loss?"

Looking at the large vacant seat behind him, Kong Meng knew she was joking, but he still understood her mood very well.

Because the bonus distribution mode of Zhiyuan Middle School is basic award + ranking award.

The basic award is a comprehensive evaluation of the usual performance of each class. It is characterized by the fact that everyone has it, but there are some differences.

The ranking award depends on the results, but there are many types and types of awards, and more than half of the on-site teachers can receive them.

So this is actually a happy award ceremony.

Of course, everyone is happy and there is competition.

For example, the first place in the ranking award, this bonus alone may be more than the total number of other teachers, and it will attract all kinds of envy and hatred every time.

In order to surprise the teachers, the board of directors did not disclose the list of winners before awarding the awards, and no class dared to say that it had an absolute advantage in the evaluation of the awards.

So on the other hand, everyone here has a chance.

Taking the previous final exam as an example, although Deng Yunjiao’s Senior Second (2) class won the first place, the total score was only 2 higher than No.0.27.

It is not impossible to surpass such a small gap. The head teacher who ranked second last time had great confidence.

"Teacher Deng, how many awards do you think you can win this time? Do you have the confidence to break your own historical record?" Seeing that the time was still long, Zhou Qianqian turned to ask Deng Yun.

It can't be blamed that Zhou Qianqian doesn't pay attention to others, but Deng Yun's performance is too dazzling.

At the end of the last term, although he did not break his own record of 28, he still received a bonus of 25.

Two firsts: the average grade is the first, and the individual student is the first in the grade.

One third: Chinese is divided into grade three.

Demonstrated strong management skills.

Deng Yun smiled wryly: "What kind of record is it? If I can keep the ranking from last time, I'm already burning incense."

What he said was not all polite. Although the management method he figured out was easy to use, other teachers were not vegetarians either.

After being defeated by him for the first time, everyone has learned their lesson and started to catch up.

In addition, the students in class two (2) of senior high school also gradually became immune to his method, and their grades even began to decline slightly.

So it is really unknown who will win the deer.

(End of this chapter)