There are always teachers who want parents

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And, with my mother's last name.

Although children can take their parents' surname now, it is rare and unusual for them to take their mother's surname.Unless there are two children in the family, one with the father and the other with the mother, or——

Qi Yan thought of two possibilities, his gloomy eyes suddenly brightened.

……

In the eyes of students, the parent meeting is a great way for teachers to complain to their parents. Especially after the exam, the top students are calm and fearless, while the low students are nervous.When Qi Yan taught the first class of students, she wanted to be friends with the children and influence them with love, but after a long time she realized that she was too naive.

She is young, beautiful, and open-minded, and it is easy to get along with the students, but at the same time, she has also lost her prestige.They refused to hand in their homework at will, did not observe discipline, and even rummaged through the things on her desk. They felt hurt and began to be dissatisfied when they were criticized by her.

A child of thirteen or fourteen is immature, but the most rebellious and difficult to control. After suffering a loss, she abandoned her naive thoughts.

A teacher will always be a teacher, especially the head teacher, she is an authority with aloofness, she would rather give grace and power than be friends with students.

Complaints belong to complaints, and we have to talk about polite words.

"This is the first exam since the beginning of the first year of junior high school. I have just transitioned from primary school to junior high school, and the child will inevitably not adapt, so the score does not explain anything. I hope parents can be more patient..."

Qi Yan is 1.7 meters tall, wearing a pair of low-heeled shoes, with a clear and majestic voice, standing on the podium with the aura of looking down on the world.

She didn't tie her hair up today, and let her long black hair hang down like a waterfall. She has a thin oval face, long eyes and high nose, and deep facial features. outside.

In parent-teacher meetings in other classes, some people always fell asleep, but in Class 2 ([-]), the parents all sat upright, concentrating, and were more serious than their children in class.

There is only one exception.

Lu Zhiqiao was looking down at the report card. The straight neckline of the shirt covered her neck tightly, and the button was still buttoned to the top.She has long hair tied back, light makeup on her face, and a tear mole is very charming, but her brows and eyes are alienated and indifferent, revealing a hint of abstinence.

After maintaining this posture for a long time, her neck was a little sore. She turned around a little, but did not raise her head, her eyes were always locked on the report card.

The voice on the podium was like a spell, knocking on her heart word by word. Her eyes were calm, but her heart was beating violently. Her fingers kept rubbing the corners of the report card until they were wrinkled. Where Qi Yan touched, he let go quickly, as if he had been scalded.

A beam of sunlight slanted in and fell on her hair.Occasionally, a student walked by outside the window, stopped, probed his head, and then ran away quickly.

Time moves extremely slowly.

In about half an hour, the parent-teacher meeting was over.Qi Yan put the QR code of the home-school wechat group on the projector, and asked the parents to scan the code to enter the group and change the notes.

She finally saw Lu Zhiqiao raised her head.

But soon it went down again—a few seconds.

The parents left one after another and blocked the front door. Lu Zhiqiao folded the report card and put it in her bag. She turned her head and looked at the back door. She got up and walked over. She was about to open it when someone stopped her.

"Mother Lu Wei, please wait a moment." The voice came from the podium.

Immediately, dozens of pairs of eyes followed Qi Yan's line of sight to Lu Zhiqiao.

"..."

If students are afraid of being called by name in class, so are parents. The last thing they want to be called by the teacher at the parent meeting-it often means that the child has caused trouble.

Lu Zhiqiao put her hand on the door lock and didn't move.

When the classroom was empty, she turned around, met the man's burning gaze, and walked slowly to the podium with a faint smile on her lips: "Is there something wrong, Teacher Qi?"

"Lu Wei has a match this afternoon, do you want to go and watch it?" Qi Yan curled his lips with a meaningful smile.

"No." Lu Zhiqiao said politely, "Go to work."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to leave when the monitor came in from the outside carrying the desks, and one of them didn't stop and bumped into him accidentally.Her feet were unsteady, her figure swayed, and she fell to the side.

Qi Yan stepped forward with quick eyes and hands, and with a hook of his long arm, he firmly grasped Lu Zhiqiao's thin waist|back, and took it into his arms.

The cold fragrance came to her nostrils, and she subconsciously tightened her arms.

"Be careful."

Thin hot air sprayed behind the ears, as hot as last night, Lu Zhiqiao's heart trembled, blood | air rushed to her cheeks, her feet were a little soft, and she froze.

"Auntie, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." The squad leader was startled, and hurriedly put down the table to apologize.