strictlysupreme Chapter 140: Homework tutoring, the one who worries is still the same generation
Chapter 140: Homework tutoring, the one who worries is still the same generation
After school on Friday, Uncle Qian took his math homework home for the weekend. Mr. Su Hao, the math teacher, said that he must understand these questions clearly, because the final questions will be randomly selected from them.
He originally wanted to go directly to Uncle Fan for the answer, but Uncle Fan was in a hurry to pick up Aunt Wen after class and had already disappeared.
When he heard that the two were preparing for their wedding, Uncle Qian decided to give them 1 yuan less as a gift to express his dissatisfaction.
Uncle Zou did not run away, but drew sketches of the new stone sculpture on paper.
He is more carefree than Uncle Qian. He thinks that he has already learned all the knowledge, so he doesn't need to do exercises in advance and can just take the exam directly.
"I can't refuse the exam questions right in front of me." Uncle Qian decided to go home and let his son Xiao Qian explain the questions to him.
It just so happened that his son Xiaoqian and daughter-in-law Xiaoying were tutoring their grandson Dabao in his homework.
The “mobile phone family” prospers together and suffers together, and adding him won’t make any more.
When he got home, his son and daughter-in-law had not yet finished get off work. His wife, Aunt Qian, was watching a short video with a silly smile after picking up the child.
Uncle Qian deliberately made a lot of noise, slammed his brand new textbook on the table, and said loudly: "I'm going to start doing my homework, everyone keep quiet."
Aunt Qian didn't care at all. She turned over on the sofa and patted Dabao who was playing Ultraman cards: "Dabao, go back to the room with your grandfather to do your homework. If you have any questions, go ask him. Your grandfather is a college student. He is educated and knows everything."
"Grandpa, are you really that good? I have a question I don't understand, you must explain it to me."
Dabao looked at Uncle Qian expectantly.
"No problem, leave it to me. What's so difficult about a first-grade question? Just give it to me and I'll finish it for you in minutes." Uncle Qian readily agreed and began to read the question:
"Xiao Hong pays 5.20 yuan for a watermelon, and Xiao Liang pays 2.80 yuan. Together, the difference is 1 yuan. How much is this watermelon?"
Uncle Qian was silent. Shouldn't the first-grade question be "How many is the sum of a single digit and a single digit?" How come it suddenly became so advanced?
Dabao was still anxiously waiting for the answer: "Grandpa, can you do it? Have you figured out the answer?"
"Dabao, if you answer this question correctly, can you go directly to college?"
Dabao shook his head: "Grandpa, what is a bachelor's degree?"
Uncle Qian scratched his head in annoyance.
"Xiao Hong is not good enough, Xiao Liang is not good enough too, the two of them can't even get enough money together, so what's the point of eating watermelon?"
Uncle Qian pushed the paper back and said seriously: "Dabao, it doesn't matter how you solve this problem. Grandpa wants to teach you some life tricks to solve this problem."
"What is it, Grandpa, tell me quickly."
"Listen carefully, if the money is not enough, the two of them can bargain."
"They are children, what if they don't know how to bargain?"
"Then don't eat it. Why eat watermelon if you don't have money? Go back and ask their parents to pay with their mobile phones."
When Xiao Qian, who had just entered the room, heard Uncle Qian's answer, his eyes went dark. "Don't listen to your grandfather's nonsense. Just write Chinese first, and I'll explain it to you later."
Dabao took out his Chinese homework and wrote it for three minutes. Grandpa Qian couldn't wait any longer: "Grandson, let me help you write it. When you're done, ask your father to come over and teach us math."
"Grandpa, do you want to do math problems too?"
"Of course, the math that grandpa learned in school was much more difficult than yours, but grandpa learned it very well." He said as he wrote Dabao's Chinese test paper.
"Wrong, the first question should be crossed out for the wrong answers, so why did you check it, Grandpa?"
Here, Xiao Qian has to tutor both the young and the old.
……
Fu Lanshan directly used his money ability to find a tutor for Old Fu to give him intensive lessons.
The tutor was a male college student who taught a few simple Tang poetry appreciation lessons for two days on the weekend, two hours a day. The salary was three times the usual amount, and he felt he had gotten a great deal.
When communicating with Fu Lanshan's assistant Xiao Li, he was very polite throughout and kept calling him "our child".
After walking in and looking around, I didn't find any children who needed extra lessons.
After calling to ask, I found out that the person who was going to take the class was an old man who was wearing a suit backwards, sunglasses, and a slicked-back hair.
Relying on their professional qualities and respect for money, the college students tried not to laugh and explained the questions seriously.
"First, let's read the poem and get a preliminary sense of the author's emotions."
"I know. It vividly expresses the author's homesickness." Mr. Fu answered
"What is the hometown that Ode to the Goose is about?" The college student was shocked: "Uncle, please don't mess up the formula."
Old Fu didn't think he was wrong, and he confidently retorted: "I'll recite it again, you listen, that's what the poem says."
"Geese, geese, geese, they sing with their necks bent toward the sky; they raise their heads to look at the bright moon and lower their heads to think of their homeland."
The college student laughed so hard that he fell down, "Uncle, are you kidding me?"
"You're reciting 'Quiet Night Thoughts of the Goose'?"
……
As good sisters, Aunt Liang and Aunt Du worked together to get high scores.
The two of them found a library and sat there for the entire afternoon. Aunt Liang not only reviewed the operation questions of the mobile phone class, but also wrote a timeline for the history class. She also looked at the piano music score and planned to practice a few more times when she returned to school on Monday.
Aunt Du took out her thick English "study notes" and after reviewing the vocabulary, she also taught herself grammar.
……
This Saturday and Sunday is destined to be turbulent, as final exams will begin on Monday.
The first exam was for the mobile phone class. In addition to the operational questions in the midterm exam, there was also a written exam, which was a test paper.
Teacher Li stood on the podium with the test paper and reminded the uncles and aunts anxiously:
"The questions are what we emphasized in class, so don't feel any psychological pressure."
"Remember, write your name first when you get the test paper."
"If anyone needs a test paper with extra-large font, please raise your hand and I'll get it for you."
After the papers were distributed, the classroom fell silent.
Teacher Li was pleased to find that the uncles and aunts were in good condition.
On the surface, there seems to be no problem, but some people below are starting to "get restless".
Uncles and aunts discussed:
"What's the first question?"
"What is this test about? Which of the following is the name of the teacher who teaches this course?"
"The teacher's surname is Li."
"All four options have the last name Li."
"What's his name? I have a bad memory."
"Ask Lao Zhang. I can't remember."
The first question stumped all the uncles and aunts.
People usually call the teacher "Xiao Li" or "Teacher Li" back and forth, and no one calls the teacher by his full name directly.
Some smart uncles and aunts came up with a good idea.
"I'll send a message to Mr. Li's father, Lao Li, to ask."
"Lao Zhang, you still have this connection, that's great."
Five minutes later, the uncle and aunt, who had not yet received an answer, became anxious.
"Mr. Li hasn't said anything yet? I see that Sister Du in front of me has finished answering the multiple-choice questions."
"It's almost there, don't rush it."
"Oh, you guys are going through so much trouble. Just ask directly."
The uncle in the last row raised his hand high: "Teacher, what's your name?"