Song Tan Jishi

Song Tan never procrastinates when doing things. When she has an idea, she goes to Xin Jun as soon as possible:

"Xin Jun, teaching Qiao Qiao can't lead to a lifelong career, can it? What are your plans in the future?"

Even though Xin Jun has always been smart and calm, he couldn't help but be shocked at this moment: "Are you going to fire me?"

"Bah, bah, bah!" Song Tan, who is well versed in science and metaphysics, reacted subconsciously: "What a terrible thing to say! Look at who in our family has the ability to teach Qiao Qiao like this?"

“You are the only one who fired me!”

"I'm scared to death." Xin Jun breathed a sigh of relief: "I guess I can still teach for two or three years, just take it one step at a time."

Paper cannot cover the fire, and his teaching position may be exposed in two or three years. Even if her position as a teacher is not revealed, her mother still has to worry about her son finding a partner...

 Besides, after two or three years, Qiaoqiao will have sufficient independent learning ability, and the role of the teacher will not be that great.

Thinking of this, he also had a headache: "Can you allocate an apartment to me then? I'll pay the rent." In short, if he doesn't go home, he won't go home until his death. He doesn't want to inherit the family business, but his mother is extremely enterprising...

 This is a psychological conflict that cannot be reconciled temporarily.

"What kind of rent are you paying?" Song Tan was really not stingy at all when he should be generous: "It is better to do education for a lifetime, how can it end in two or three years?"

“But Xin Jun, have you ever thought that there may be many children like Qiaoqiao.”

She said sternly: "Of course, our situation is not that big. Just take care of your own one-third of an acre - but I feel that since your teaching ability is so good, you are actually not suitable to be a teacher in the classroom."

  After all, parents are now under great pressure to survive, and children are under great pressure to educate. If teachers cannot improve their scores, all means will be in vain.

Xin Jun also knew: "So, I have never thought about teaching."

 Come on, who wants to be a teacher in school? Teachers have to make assessments, assign school tasks and requirements in the middle of the night, and constantly communicate with various parents.

I want to give up my job, but I have to hold on to my job.

Parents don’t like teachers either—who would like a teacher who makes all kinds of weird requests in the middle of the night (including but not limited to what to prepare for the children tomorrow)?

 I want to curse, but I am afraid that my child will be put in small shoes.

Isn’t this torture in both directions?

 If he doesn’t go, he will be beaten to death!

“What about giving a tutorial yourself?” Song Tan looked at him and suggested:

“Publish tutorials, compile books and publish online courses.”

Xin Jun was stunned, always feeling that a road he had never imagined appeared in front of him.

 But why was his heart beating so fast, so fast that his brain was heating up and his palms were trembling slightly?

 Song Tan didn't pay attention to his reaction.

She wanted to think quickly, but that didn’t mean that the idea was imperfect. She said it in a logical and orderly manner at this moment:

“You don’t even have to write a curriculum specifically for children like Qiaoqiao, but for all children who are curious about knowledge.”

“I know your family is rich, and you don’t care too much about this, but if online courses become a business, even if you don’t charge a fee, it is still a business, right?”

And it is a serious cause worthy of everyone's respect.

Song Tan's words were not nonsense, but he truly saw Xin Jun's ability.

She admitted that Qiaoqiao's learning ability was much better than that of ordinary children of a few years old, but happiness had little to do with ability when it came to learning.

Qiaoqiao has been studying with him for more than half a year, and so far she has no objection to doing homework, and she is always enthusiastic no matter what she does...

That kind of vigorous mentality and strong thirst for knowledge are really very valuable! It was so precious that she didn't want any damage to it.

 How valuable is it to be able to maintain students’ curiosity and happiness during their teaching career? How rare is this seriousness and talent?

 There is no one in the whole family who is not grateful to Mr. Xin.

At this moment, she generously promised: "You try it, I will provide you with whatever equipment you need. You can sort out the previous lesson plans, or you can get new curriculum points in the process of teaching Qiao Qiao..."       "Waiting for your system Once it’s made, you can ask Qiaoqiao to promote it for you in the live broadcast room.”

“Teacher Xin, although it is not realistic, my goal is to make you Qiaoqiao’s teacher for the rest of his life!”

Song Tan laid down a big thunder for Xin Jun and walked away calmly. Little did he know that Xin Jun, who had never had any ambition in the past, was heartbeating like a drum.

 He ​​frantically rummaged through the various lesson plans he had prepared before, as well as the various videos and materials he had collected for reference. The small room on the third floor could no longer hide his joyful heart.

 Just...who hasn’t dreamed yet?

 In the past, we put out salted fish because we were living one day at a time, but now we just feel comfortable.

I don’t want to be a teacher, and I don’t want to be angry when I look for another job. Now that I eat well and sleep well, I naturally have nothing to pursue.

  Can provide online courses to educate thousands of children with bright eyes like Qiaoqiao...

Xin Jun couldn't describe his state of mind. He only knew that he couldn't wait!

 As for what Qiaoqiao wants to know about bees spending the winter...

 Cough.

 Definitely next time!

 …

 Qiao Qiao didn’t know about the changes in his classes tomorrow. He always asked his seventh cousin for advice:

 “How to cook beeswax?”

 The seventh cousin’s eyes widened: “Can beeswax be eaten?”

ah?

Jojo was stuck: "Should, shouldn't it be possible?"

"You can't ask me why!" Qi Ciao said angrily: "I know how to cook food - if you can't eat beeswax, it won't kill you, so why should I know how to cook it?"

 “It would be nice if I knew about the tool.”

 He was so confident that even Grandma Qi was shocked.

Zhang Yanping couldn't help laughing: I heard that you didn't have this attitude when you ordered us before. He took out his mobile phone: "Let me check first..."

 Finally Aunt Lianhua burst out laughing:

"It's okay, Auntie will do it! Come on, come on, Qiaoqiao, I'll teach you."

Qiaoqiao laughed: "Okay! But I want to start the live broadcast first, and I want to study with the children!"

This time it was Aunt Lianhua's turn to be nervous: "Live broadcast? What should I do if my teaching...is not good?"

It’s not that Qiaoqiao has never broadcast live before, she has also shown her face, maybe only occasionally and inadvertently, and no one paid attention to it at all.

 But now she has to guide her to boil the beeswax and live broadcast it, and Aunt Lianhua can't let go immediately.

Zhang Yanping, on the other hand, said carelessly: "It's okay, Aunt Lianhua, don't be nervous, it's just like your seventh cousin's usual guidance. You just give instructions from the side, and Qiao Qiao will do it."

“Ask me if you don’t understand something, and you can just explain it to Qiaoqiao—you don’t have to say anything to the camera, and you don’t have to worry about the people in the live broadcast room.”

“That’s good, that’s good,” she touched her face: “I’m still afraid of becoming famous online, what if my family sees it…”

  She did not say any more, but it was obvious that she was very determined to maintain her current living conditions.

Zhang Yanping nodded and said solemnly: "Don't worry! When the time comes, the camera will focus on our tools and pots, and avoid taking pictures of people's faces."

 Yesterday’s update one.

  Awkward, I took the name of the previous chapter before writing it, but I didn’t write it down.