"Homeroom teacher, are you saying that all the children's grades are lagging behind? So what are their scores?"
Ji Nianqin stepped forward nervously, but the head teacher kept backing away.
"All of you, get back to your seats and don't come near me anymore. Do you hear me?"
"Homeroom teacher, is your eye okay? Who gave you the black eye?"
"It's okay, it's okay. Everyone, sit down. No one wants to talk to me. I just want to be alone for a while."
"Teacher, are we going to hold the parent-teacher conference today? I think we should end it early so that everyone doesn't get too upset. Just keep all these bad students in the classroom and teach their troublemaking parents a lesson. That's better than anything else."
"How can you say that? Do you think we've embarrassed the children? We're not their parents, just their older brothers and sisters, but our love for them won't diminish in the slightest just because of their grades."
"As long as you can handle it mentally, then just like these parents said, let's keep you two here."
"Thank you, teacher. We'll be leaving now. If you need anything, just let me know in the group chat. You mentioned last time that my child didn't do his homework. I'll definitely teach him a lesson when I get home."
"Parents, please take care of your health, especially when helping your children with their homework. Two parents have already collapsed."
"Don't worry, I won't. I've broken several pairs of slippers at home."
"You can't hit children. They often say teachers forbid corporal punishment, but it's not like parents can just hit their own flesh and blood. This is something children are taught from a young age abroad. Call the police to protect yourself."
"That's why there are so many terrorist incidents abroad. Anyway, we will see what happens. If the child is too naughty, we have to educate him."
Ji Nianqin also nodded, and began to roll up her sleeves and breathe heavily.
"Although I've never had children, seeing how poorly you guys are doing in school, I don't even want to have any."
"Like who can give birth to you."
"Prince, when did you show up again? Didn't you admit your mistake to the High Voltage employees? Did they just let you come back like that?"
"What else? If you beat me up like you did just now, and the teacher is considered to be good-tempered and won't argue with you, will you beat me or her? Hahaha, it makes me laugh just thinking about it."
"Teacher, he's talking about you again. You heard it just now. He was talking about all women, but now he's referring to you specifically. If I were you, I would definitely hit him."
Ji Nianqin was fanning the flames beside the prince, and as soon as the parent-teacher meeting was over, the prince really took back a pile of homework.
"Ji Nianqin, the homeroom teacher said that if a son is not well educated, it is the fault of his father. He asked me to recite all these ancient poems 30 times."
"Then I'll teach you. You can put this pen in three rows on your hand, which is equivalent to a copy machine, and you can operate it manually. If you don't believe me, come and learn from me."
"Look, if this is the case, isn't it finished?"
Before she knew it, Ji Nianqin had silently written it 30 times, while the prince was sitting beside her with his legs crossed, eating a big watermelon.
At this time, groups of ancient children ran to Ji Nianqin.
"Sister, you really won't hit us?"
"No, my sister is just pretending to be strict in front of the teacher."
"Oh, that puts my mind at ease. How do you solve this addition and subtraction problem within ten?"
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