Chapter 113 is a bit strong
"Grudge" is proud of itself in the domestic magazine industry. It was first published in the 1950s and even founded the famous "New Concept Essay Contest" in China.
No matter how beautiful the resume is, it cannot be the reason for Qi Bian’s arrogant attitude towards the author. After staying in "Sprout" for a long time, he equated the magazine's reputation with his own ability.
What is the difference between this and being a counter clerk in a luxury store and thinking that you are superior to others?
“Why are you urging me?” Qi Bian frowned and sent the private message to his email address. Who is not an old author? You have to read the stories one by one, so why bother! Not sensible at all.
[The logic of the story is not very strong. Please pay more attention to the logic of the characters. Teacher Gu Lu, please revise it again. We look forward to your next submission. ] Qi Bian's reply was quite polite. He has not been expelled from "Sprouting" until today, so there must be something to it.
Actually, Qi Bian didn't even pay attention to the two stories written by Lu Toutian. He just wanted to teach others and let the author revise them twice before submitting the manuscript.
However, as the editor-in-chief, Qi Bian also knows that the first story written by most writers is the best.
"I'll let you revise it twice." Qi Bian thought, he didn't want to miss a good manuscript.
It was already around 11pm when I got a reply from Qi Bian, the editor-in-chief of "Sprouting". Gu Lu put down his phone after finishing chatting with his sister at around ten o'clock.
There are no fun games on current mobile phones, and there is no Douyin, but Gu Lu can still beat it!
In the past, I used to use TikTok to kill time, but the more I scrolled, the more anxious I became. However, reading a book requires the courage to open it, but I don’t feel anxious.
Thursday, October 4, 2012. Avoid being stubborn and avoid hitting back. Do not hit back or scold back.
Because the No. 8 Middle School is holding a parent-teacher meeting today, the classroom for the two afternoon classes is reserved for parents and teachers.
"Mom, you're late, the activities are about to start." Qi Caiwei was in a hurry.
"There's a traffic jam on the road, and there are a lot of things going on at the dance troupe. It's okay. I can make it in time." Qi's mother explained.
Qi Caiwei didn’t want to hear this either, so she led her mother into the classroom. When you open the classroom door, you will see a mess, with students and parents mixed together. She took her mother to her seat and left the classroom, but she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure as she left.
Among the parents in the classroom, Qi’s mother stands out because she started practicing dancing at a young age and achieved some success, becoming a provincial dancer. Even though she is 42 years old, her skin condition still looks quite young. .
But this time, everyone’s attention was focused more on Gu Lu. Qi’s mother looked at the upright student beside her.
"Are you Caiwei's deskmate?" Qi's mother started by asking questions knowingly, and then asked the real question, "Don't parents have time? Even if there is no time, parents should come to the parent-teacher conference."
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Although everyone is curious, Gu Lu also felt that Qi Caiwei's mother was a bit strong when she first met her and asked her questions.
"Yes, I just changed seats after the monthly exam. Qi Caiwei and I are at the same table." Gu Lu responded.
It seemed like she had responded, but she didn't seem to answer anything. Qi's mother didn't ask any more questions, muttering in her heart that it's really difficult to communicate with young people now.
The clothes of the parents who have always held parent-teacher conferences can basically tell the family situation of the students.
Some parents wear suits and ties and look like successful people; some parents wear casual casual clothes and are basically clean.
Not including - Dou's father. Because before he came to the parent-teacher meeting, he had just hung up on a high-rise building to install an outdoor air conditioner for a customer. The windows were restricted and it was difficult to install. It was so time-consuming that he didn't have time to go home and change clothes. The stains on the work clothes and the sweat stains on the T-shirt underneath are more obvious.
"He has been talented in sports since he was a child, so he took the path of track and field. I told him, you have to run hard and give me a voice." Lu Ping (Pingtou brother) dad.
“When the baby grows up, it’s hard to control him. If I say something to him, he will say ten things.” Mother of Zeng Jie (Zeng Haer).
“Just like his father, he doesn’t listen to anything he says.” Li Guyuan (rice dumpling) mother. "I just play computer games at home during the holidays and don't study, and I don't pay attention to classes at school." Grandpa Wei Lilu (a home improvement master).
Parents chatted in the classroom, and the concentration of "Mom's words and Dad's words" was too high. Gu Lu and the parents around him had nothing in common. He could not see in all directions, but his ears did listen to all directions.
I don’t know why, but when most parents talk to another parent about their children, they will first belittle them, even though the parents will also show off their children’s achievements.
The school bell rings, and parents gradually lower their voices. No matter how old you are, the school bell is lethal.
Two minutes later, Teacher Gao walked into the classroom, holding a blue folder in his hand, looking around and feeling quite satisfied.
The head teacher called himself to notify the parents, in order to avoid asking grandparents to hold parent-teacher meetings as much as possible, and the communication must be practical.
Unless the parents are unable to come, such as Wei Lilu.
“Here is a transcript of our entire class.” Teacher Gao took out a stack of printed transcripts from the folder.
Send it——
[Lu Yi: Chinese: 138, English: 148, Mathematics: 150, Chemistry: 90, Physics: 100, History: 94, Politics: 93, Geography: 95, total score...]
Gu Lu received the report and took a look at the scores of the students he was interested in. Monitor Lu Yi didn’t seem to have a very good memory. Putting aside English, there were other chemistry, history, and other subjects that needed to be memorized. Neither politics nor geography are top-notch.
"It seems that being good at English is also due to her family, right? Her parents are junior high school English teachers." This is the information Gu Lu just obtained from all directions.
After a while, every parent had a copy of the report cards of Class 10 students. The tables were sorted according to the current table.
“Our seating arrangement is based on the principle that classmates in the class help each other. Students who are good at science will help students who are bad at science, and students who are good at liberal arts will help students who are not good at liberal arts.” Teacher Gao explained the reason for adjusting the seats in the class.
“I hope the students can make progress together.” Teacher Gao said, “If parents have any questions, you can say it now. Our main focus today is communication.”
“Teacher, this student Ma Xuanyou "Are you naughty in class? Huang Lu doesn't pay much attention," the parent of the female classmate asked.
Teacher Gao said, "Student Ma Xuanyou, attending class will not affect classroom discipline. Parents, please rest assured."
"That..." Zeng's mother also raised her hand.
Huh? Teacher Gao frowned slightly. Could it be that you still want to ask if your Zeng Jie will be affected? Her blood pressure often soars because Zeng Jie answers the phone.
"Will Zeng Jie affect other students?" Zeng's mother said.
Very good, it’s my mother.
"Occasionally, he is forced to stand, and now the situation that affects the order of the class is much less." Teacher Gao responded.
“Thank you for your hard work, teacher.” Zeng’s mother said, she knew very well what her children were like.
"Teacher, I have some opinions." Qi's mother raised her hand first, and then said to Gu Lu beside her, "First of all, I don't mean anything against you, classmate. It's just that this classmate Gu Lu is not good at Chinese either. Especially high, other liberal arts scores are average, and my family Caiwei’s science scores are quite good. If we want to help each other, we should find an equal.”
As soon as these words came out, the classroom Many parents looked at the report card. The only student who held a parent-teacher conference was very poor in science and had no particular advantage in liberal arts.
On the contrary, Qi Caiwei is seventh in the class!
(End of this chapter)