My son's voice sounded lighter and more desperate: "No need, I've had enough. They are not good things, they are all forcing me..."

"Who? Who are they?" At this moment, Qiu Daqi didn't have the energy to think of one star every week, and his mind was floating to the far-reaching Bandung Building.

"It's my teacher."

Qiu Daqi was shocked: "Ah! What's wrong with your teacher?"

My son seemed to cry: "I talked back to him during class, and then he got angry and took me to the playground to stand for punishment. He also hung up a sign saying that I was a bad guy. The classmates were laughing at me, and I had lived enough..."

Suddenly, Qiu Daqi stopped as if he was not affected by inertia: "Punishment? Listing?" What a familiar word. Who would have thought that it would happen to his favorite son? It happened very suddenly, caught off guard, and the reaction was a hundred times stronger than usual. A thought came out of his mind: "Is this retribution?"

"Dad, goodbye forever!"

"No!"

A howling wind came from the phone receiver, and then a snap sound turned into a beeping blind sound. It seemed that people and the phone fell from a high altitude.

"Lili!" Qiu Daqi knelt in the corridor and screamed at the sky, crying bitterly.

The aunt who swept the floor not far away was a little strange: "Does Director Qiu perform a drama today?" The conference room was on a separate floor, and colleagues were having meetings in the conference room with good sound insulation effect, and they didn't see much of his wonderful performance.

Lao Qiu, who lost his son in middle age, was stunned for a while and was busy calling the police station. Because he was too panic, his mind was blank. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he was pressing it randomly. Unexpectedly, his fingers trembled in great sorrow, and his phone slid down the stairs. He followed him out, twisted his feet, and immediately rolled down the twelve-level steps.

...

In the conference room, Liao Xuebing was preparing to state the various disadvantages of establishing a weekly star. He had just returned to school and started class. Dai Wan, who was actively recovering from his status, was also listening and stood up and said, "Mrs. Ms. and teachers, I want to express some personal opinions. I firmly do not agree with the withdrawal of the weekly star."

Liao Xuebing made a lot of calculations, but he didn't count Daiwan.

"Students are the foundation of the school. If there are no students, the school will not be a school. Teachers will not be a teacher. Therefore, education and discipline must go hand in hand to educate students' cultural knowledge and moral standards, and then use discipline to restrain them. Both of these are indispensable. Just like the government and army of a country, if there is nothing missing, society will collapse." Dai Wan glanced at Liao Xuebing and said happily: "The current society is surging, the economy is developing rapidly, and the openness is high. Information exchange is common. Apart from knowledge and morality, those students know everything.

I was doing something wrong. A few days ago, I saw a video of students from other schools on the Internet. Several girls of thirteen or fourteen years old fought each other. The scene was very intense, the movements were extremely extraordinary, and it was jaw-dropping. I believe that such things may happen in our school. If you don’t discipline them, what kind of convention is? The most effective way is to establish a deterrent mechanism similar to a weekly star, so that they will be punished if they violate school rules and regulations, and naturally follow the rules in the future. Become positive and good students, and we will have less worries when we become teachers."

There were a lot of things, organized and reasonable. Obviously, after careful consideration, the other teachers nodded solemnly. They felt that the one-star every week must not be cancelled, but should continue to carry forward.

Liao Xuebing is still to be said. The board member who presided over the meeting has concluded the debate: "No need to say more, one star every week must be persisted. As the discipline policy of our school, it is also the spirit of our school."

Liao Xuebing almost wanted to jump up and curse, but finally held it back. After persisting in the one-star every week for so many years, it was not easy to abolish it. Moreover, not only teachers, but also students have long been accustomed to its existence.

"If there is nothing else, I have another message to notify everyone. New Year's Day is coming. The fence board decided to prepare for the New Year celebration dance. The specific time is set on the evening of December 31st. Most parents have been invited to attend. Students from Class 2 of the Second Year will be responsible for the venue. Teacher Liao, can you please?"

"Why is it our class?" Lao Liao was puzzled.

"This was decided by the board of directors and it did not mean to target any class. It can train your class's ability to unite, cooperate and help. If it is well arranged, the whole class's exercise scores will be extra points, and the teacher will also receive corresponding rewards." said the director.

"That should be no problem." Liao Xuebing thought to himself that those students can't study, can't even play?

"Minister Xuelin of the harem will talk to you in detail."

Gong Xuelin is the director of the teaching department and is responsible for student affairs. She is naturally responsible for the New Year dance.

...

Qiu Daqi had just called the police station and was immersed in unparalleled grief. He didn't know how to speak to his wife, but the phone actually rang again.

"Dad, I'm still alive, didn't you scare you? Just now, the school asked us to experience life and death with our parents and relatives. I saw that this idea was good, and it just made me realize what true love is and what touching is. Dad, I love you." It was Qiu Li, the son who had just returned from hell.

The huge joy of losing and regaining filled my heart. Qiu Daqi did not feel angry, but was glad. Fortunately, it was a homework assignment similar to a prank. Otherwise, if he really jumped out of the Bandung Building, how should I survive?

I was in a mess and I couldn't say a whole sentence after a long time: "I...I...OK, that's it...Uh, very good... Son, where are you? I want to see you."

"Dad..." Qiu Li thought his father would be furious, but he didn't expect that he was not angry at all. This time he really felt that the father and son were in love: "I am really in the Bandung Building, but I didn't plan to jump down at all."

...

Liao Xuebing's conspiracy to abolish the weekly star was frustrated by Dai Wan! This made him feel a little frustrated because many things in the world were not transferred by personal will.

After the meeting, in Gong Xuelin's minister's office, the secretary made a cup of instant coffee with a large white porcelain cup and gently placed it in front of Lao Liao. Mr. Miejue was holding a cup of tea in his hand. The mist was misty, the color was tempting, and the fragrance spread.

Mom, I actually treated me with instant coffee. I was so stingy. Lao Liao angrily drank two or three sips in angrily, and handed the empty cup to the secretary: "Get another cup for me."

Gong Xuelin smiled and said, "I was surprised about Teacher Liao's speech at the meeting. I didn't expect you to be a good teacher who respects students so much. It's really impressive. But what I want to say is that your actual teaching experience is still too shallow. When a teacher cannot blindly conquer people with virtue, sometimes treating bad and naughty students, it also requires iron-fisted means. I am also worried that one star every week is not intimidating enough."

"Thank you for your teachings from Minister Gong, I must remember them. Take this principle as my standard for coaching. Is there any specificity in the New Year dance? Do you need to prepare from now on?"

Gong Xuelin took out a document and looked at it, saying, "The school implements the concept of education and entertainment, so that students can enjoy the festival and exert their independent creativity during the festival. On the evening of the 31st, the dance party was held in the Great Hall. At that time, many well-known parents and leaders of the education system would participate. The specific work of your class is to arrange the Great Hall. On January 1st, it will be a school-wide garden event, and each class must prepare a program."

So the workload is a little bigger. "So what kind of program is a program?"

"Each class will arrange an area on campus, and they will be responsible for decorating that area and arrange various performances or small activities. It will attract other students, parents, and other schools to visit. If there is the largest number of tourists in the end, not only students, but also the head teacher will receive good rewards, and even the year-end bonus."

"This idea looks good. It seems that the school is not too rigid, especially when it comes to an old woman like you, it is particularly surprising."

Gong Xuelin's face changed again: "What, do you say I am an old woman?"

"Uh, your endocrine disorders, don't say that menopause has passed. Even menopause has come, but you still say that you are not old? Where is the biggest sorrow of people is not whether you are really old, but whether you are willing to admit it." Liao Xuebing happened to be a little bit, and immediately couldn't help but start to speak coldly to blow Gong Xuelin's confidence.

Gong Xuelin's eyebrows were straight and her eyebrows were raised: "Get out of here! No matter what equipment is needed for the dance arrangement, I will not cooperate with you?"

"Ah? What other equipment is needed for the dance arrangement? Isn't it just a man? Is it just a light fixture, and the ribbons are over?"

"Those lamps must also be collected from the logistics department. Without my notes, do you think you can get them?"

Only then did Liao Xuebing realize that offending Master Mie Jue was not a good choice. He smiled and said with apologies: "Xuelin, you know that you will always be so young and beautiful in my heart..." His skin was as thick as a city wall. Without thinking, he actually used such a stingy and intimate title "Xuelin" and was not considered at all, and he was a fifty-year-old woman who was nearly twice his older than him.

Gong Xuelin became more and more angry. Her face turned dark like a dark cloud that was about to rain heavily. There seemed to be lightning flashing in her eyes. The secretary hid beside her and sneered.
Chapter completed!