Upon hearing this, the Dean was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Shouldn't everyone have a scale in their heart to distinguish between good students and bad students?"
Chen Xian suddenly turned around and pointed to the landscape trees outside the school wall where workers were pruning: "Director, look."
"Gardeners always try to prune plants into uniform shapes, but forget that some plants are meant to grow wild."
"Grades are not the only criterion for judging whether a student is good or bad."
Children coming from rural towns will definitely start later than children from urban areas, and their ability to learn will be much worse.
So this requires the guidance of teachers.
However, many teachers are not willing to spend a lot of time to guide them.
In everyone's eyes, No. 3 Middle School is a gathering place for poor students, and this has been the case for generation after generation.
But in Shen Xian's opinion, these children are not born bad.
He came from the countryside and he knows the path he has taken better than anyone else.
The dean of studies was too disdainful to argue with Chen Xian about these things and just smiled without saying anything.
Anyway, the situation at No. 3 Middle School is already like this, and he doesn't want to offend Shen Xian and Ning Yuan because of this matter.
Anyway, I will be transferred in two years.
So then he smiled and said: "Yes, yes, Mr. Shen is right."
As a dean of studies, he was well aware of one thing: it was meaningless to get into verbal arguments with strangers.
In the process of communication, if you say these words correctly, you can avoid many conflicts to a large extent.
"What's your name, Dean?" Shen Xian asked.
"No need to tell me your surname Qin." The dean's attitude was quite acceptable and his tone was quite respectful.
Why offend these young gentlemen?
"Hello, Director Qin, can you take me around the classrooms?" Shen Xian asked.
Director Qin agreed: "Okay."
Led by the dean, Chen Xian and Ning Yuan walked towards several classes on the first floor.
It is already class time. As soon as I entered the corridor, I heard noisy sounds coming from the classroom.
Chen Xian saw a teacher standing on the podium giving a lecture, and there was a lot of noise below the stage.
The students were playing, laughing, whispering, and all kinds of things.
The teacher didn't care and just kept on talking about his own thing. As long as he could finish these forty-five minutes, his task would be accomplished.
When the dean appeared, the classroom suddenly fell silent and the children sat up straight.
It was obvious that the tall and strong Director Qin could give them a strong sense of oppression.
Shen Xian looked towards the classroom, and saw a lot of graffiti on the walls, densely packed.
When the teacher saw the principal and the dean coming in, he immediately put down his book and came over to greet them.
Director Qin said in a low voice: "The one from Kyoto is Ning Yuan, the newly appointed deputy secretary of the Youth League Municipal Committee."
The teacher was shocked. What the hell, is this a trick?
Shen Xian looked at those young faces, and then at the textbooks in their hands.
The textbooks are filled with drawings, the images of historical figures have been tampered with, or there are young people writing love letters, and the desks are very messy.
"Don't be nervous, classmates. Can I take a few photos?" Shen Xian asked.
No one understood what Shen Xian was doing and said a word.
Chen Xian didn't waste any words. He took out his cell phone and took pictures of the graffiti-covered textbooks and walls.
After the photo shoot, Shen Xian asked the Dean of Studies: "Can I go to the Academic Affairs Office to take a look?"
Director Qin nodded.
When he arrived at the Academic Affairs Office, Shen Xian saw a room with a lot of things piled up in it.
They were all confiscated comics, cell phones, love letters and the like, and were very scattered.
Shen Xian squatted on the ground, taking pictures of these things very seriously with his mobile phone.
"Brother Xian, what do you want these things for?" Shen Xian said, "Of course it's needed for the show."
"Are these things needed for the ceremony?" Ning Yuan was a little dazed.
Chen Xian nodded seriously: "Yes, these things are treasures, but it is not easy to find them in a good school."
Some people couldn't keep up with Shen Xian's train of thought.
Chen Xian didn't explain too much. After the photo shoot, he said to the principal and the dean, "Principal, dean, I plan to select 60 students from No. 3 Middle School to participate in the training. The entire training process will take about ten days. They will be arranged to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony of Jiangnan Research Institute. Please notify the students' parents when the time comes."
Director Qin said: "Okay, you can rest assured about this."
After sending the two young masters, Shen Xian and Ning Yuan, out of No. 3 Middle School, the principal and the dean of studies both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is he serious?" Director Qin asked with a frown as he looked at the vehicle going away.
The principal said: "Looking at his attitude, he must be serious."
Director Qin said, "All the top students have been picked this time, how can he win?"
The principal said lazily: "How can we know what the second generation is thinking? When gods fight, mortals suffer."
The principal had also heard some rumors that this ceremony was also a clash between the An family and the Ning family.
Just don't bring harm to them.
"Okay, go and prepare, and hand over the sixty students to him tomorrow," said the principal.
The dean nodded: "Okay."
"Mr. Shen, where are we going now?" asked the driver Yang Song.
Shen Xian said: “Let’s go to the attached middle school.”
The Affiliated High School is also a junior high school. Its overall atmosphere and admission rate are slightly better than those of the No. 3 High School.
Yang Song first called the person in charge of the school in the car, and soon arrived at the affiliated high school.
"Is there any student who sings better?" Shen Xian asked directly to the point.
The dean of studies here is a woman in her forties, wearing glasses and very capable. She said, "There are a few, but they have all been transferred away."
This was within Shen Xian's expectations, but Shen Xian was not panicked at all, and said: "The school should have a choir, can we call these students over?"
The dean nodded and called the students over.
They were all children about fourteen or fifteen years old. They looked very energetic in their school uniforms.
At Shen Xian's request, they sang a song together. Overall, the singing was okay, but it did not meet Shen Xian's requirements.
Just as Shen Xian was about to leave, a chubby little girl caught Shen Xian's attention.
Because it was the end of get out of class, she stood at the door of the classroom and looked at the choir with envy.
Chen Xian was very familiar with that look; it was a desire for the stage.
Shen Xian walked over and looked at the little girl.
Compared with people of the same age, she is short, a little fat, and wears glasses.
"Classmate, do you want to join the choir?" Shen Xian asked.
The little girl nodded, but then shook her head.
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