Pitiful.
It’s really pitiful.
At the most lively age, they are limited to a small world.
Not many children left today, because of a fire, some children were wet with water and their clothes were a little wet.
Teacher Hu explained the situation in the class group, and most parents chose to pick up their children.
But there are still some children who have nothing to do with their clothes, and their parents do have jobs that they can’t get through, so they continue to stay in the school for post-class tutoring classes.
Children can be very obedient, there is nothing naughty, at most they can whisper, and you can touch me and I will push you.
Feng Yin sat next to the lectern in front of the classroom. He first took the review class according to the lesson plan, and then the time for the children to do their own exercises.
She goes down from time to time to help students with problems.
At five o’clock in the evening, the children started packing their schoolbags and preparing to finish school.
Feng Yin breathed a long sigh, tired.
Really tired is a kind of mental fatigue.
She said goodbye to Teacher Hu at the door of the class and said with great emotion: “It’s really not easy to be a teacher, thank you for your hard work.”
A sincere thank you made Teacher Hu’s eyes suddenly feel a little sore.
“I haven’t heard such words for a long time.”
Teacher Hu answered, and the live broadcast room he was sad.
[This teacher Hu was not young at first sight. After teaching for so many years, he actually said that he hadn’t heard such words for a long time. 】
[It’s not that I haven’t heard of it, but I haven’t heard of it so thoughtful. 】
[So, teachers are tired, children are tired, and parents are tired. What kind of education system is this? 】
Everyone has their own opinions, complaining, discussing and suggesting this issue.
Before Feng Yin left, he learned from Teacher Hu about the cause of the fire in the copy room.
The machine is aging.
“Fortunately, no child was injured.”