The homeroom teacher looked at the listless students and was a little confused.
This ancestor is usually incredibly energetic, why is he so listless today?
"Shishi, did you go thieving last night? You look exhausted."
How could I not be tired? I only finished working at dawn, and after adjusting to the time difference, I only got three hours of sleep.
Shishi lay on the table, her voice muffled, "I really want to be a thief. Is there anything in your house I can steal?"
Startled by the chilling gaze, the homeroom teacher instinctively knew she couldn't ask any more questions, or she would be in trouble.
"Shishi, let's go to the lab now. The students in the research group are already waiting. Once this small research is finished, you can go back and rest."
Shishi looked up, "When did you become so easy to talk to?"
The homeroom teacher straightened his back and boasted, "I have always been a good homeroom teacher with a human touch."
Someone seized the opportunity, saying, "Then let me test you. A good homeroom teacher is one who allows me to submit my reading report tomorrow. Are you one?"
Xie Lin opened the soup pot he had brought out, and a faint medicinal fragrance wafted out. It was the refreshing soup that Guagua had brewed, which had just cooled down and was being poured into the soup pot.
"Class teacher, Shishi, have some soup before you go. You're a good class teacher, you can wait, right?"
Class teacher: ...The couple is singing in unison, raising their moral standards so high. I'm sure my humanity was forced out of me.
"Okay, have some soup first, and submit your reading report tomorrow."
With the addition of a genius, a small experiment can be easily accomplished.
The homeroom teacher was overjoyed.
"Shishi, would you like to go and take a look at your personal laboratory?"
"What private lab? How come I didn't know I had one?" Shishi was taken aback.
If research institutes can't confine people, why are universities creating cages for them too?
The homeroom teacher was baffled. "Your son donated the building, and the donation requirement was to give you your own independent research space."
Xie Lin had long forgotten that at the time he simply didn't want Shishi to share a laboratory with others and expose certain things.
"Teacher, Shishi is tired, so we'll head back now."
The man who could fight a tiger with his bare hands after drinking the invigorating soup suddenly became listless and started yawning.
"I'm so tired, I want to sleep. You stinky egg, I can't walk anymore, carry me."
Looking at the two figures stacked together, the homeroom teacher had a strange feeling that she had been tricked.
That silhouette seemed to have two words written on it: Run!
The next day, he received a "good person card." The card featured a cartoon character with only three hairs, baring his big teeth and holding a small wooden board that read: "I am a good homeroom teacher."
Class teacher: ...Fine, praise me if you want, but why did you draw a bald doll? I clearly have thick hair.
He was given another horse-shaped plush toy with only three hairs crawling in his hands. It was large enough to serve as a seat for a one- or two-year-old child. It had a fixed position, so even a baby who couldn't sit up yet could ride it.
Shishi said, "This is a gift from my junior sister, made by Guagua. It's the only one of its kind in the world."
The class teacher's mouth twitched.
The gift is nice, but why does the horse have three hairs?
Completely baffled, the homeroom teacher finally spoke up, "Did Guagua give the horse a haircut?"
Guagua pointed meaningfully at the hair follicles on the horse's head.
“She originally had a lot of fur, which I braided into pretty braids. Last night, her owner said that she would eventually be turned into a bald donkey by the word ‘study’, so I cut it off to get used to other people’s hair.”
“Teacher, tell me when you want to go bald. I’m really good at shaving heads.”
The homeroom teacher exploded, "I don't want to, I never want to."
Men shouldn't go bald.
Absolutely not.
It wasn't until this moment that the class teacher realized that Shishi had been listless yesterday because she had stayed up late to supplement data for the research institute.
For the country to develop, research cannot stop; thank you to the researchers for your hard work.
"Shishi, go to the cafeteria for a treat. Our class advisor is treating, so order whatever you want."
"Can I bring my family?"
"Sure, bring as many as you like."
The class teacher counted: the sixth graders and the seventh graders had started school, but the seventh graders still couldn't eat properly. How many family members could they bring?
"How about we change it to dinner?"
"OK."
He forgot that today is Friday, the day the children's army returns.
The two rectangular dining tables were packed full.
Besides the couple, Yue Yue, Chou Chou, and Xiao Shi, there are 31 offspring and 3 chickens.
The table was laden with dishes, including chicken, duck, fish, shrimp, and crab, comparable to the Nine Great Dishes.
The class teacher died.
We made a mistake; we forgot that our ancestors had everything, including their families.
Is two months' salary enough?
uncertain.
If we were to call all the adults in her family and the relatives from the Zhou family side, four months' salary might not be enough.
It was the first time for Xiao's 16 nephews, along with Duoduo and Yaya, to visit Peking University, and they were very excited.
"Sister Nannan, that was your mother just now. She looks just like your aunt."
Duoduo met Deng Yuehong for the first time, but she had seen Deng Yueling at the restaurant. The two sisters looked about six or seven parts alike.
"Yes, just like Wanwan's dad, he's a chef. The dishes here were all taught to my parents by Wanwan's dad."
"Wow, no wonder business is so good on Fridays, the food is just as delicious as in restaurants."
Class teacher: Isn't it because business is good? Shishi is making a fortune and now she's squeezing this old man's salary to support the family. My money goes into her pocket, and the groceries I buy end up in her stomach too, boohoo~
His inner monologue didn't stop him from picking up food.
I have to eat a few more bites; I have to at least get some of my money back, hmph~
"That person must have a lot of family members, he ordered a lot of food."
Xiao Jingsheng, the youngest nephew of the Xiao family, was gnawing on a braised chicken leg when he innocently spoke in one direction.
His older brother knew he was naive, but he didn't know he was this naive.
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