Mrs. Li's daughter was in the red education class, and she lived in a different building than when she went to primary school.

After parting with Mrs. Li, Jiang Xi asked on the way which floor the second grade class was on.

As soon as she entered the school, she attracted a lot of attention, with everyone looking at her with disinterested eyes.

She found Huo Zhiqi's class and just as she reached the door, she heard a fat kid talking about her stepmother being a bad person.

She wanted to walk over and grab the child by the ear to ask what was wrong with her.

I saw Zhiqi with a dark face and clenched fists, looking like he was about to take action.

Jiang Xi hurriedly said.

Under the gaze of everyone in the class, she walked to Zhiqi's desk and glanced at the fat boy indifferently. This was the boy who she had given a meal of 'Stir-fried Bamboo Shoots with Pork' last time.

Jiang Xi said, "Give the homework book back to my child."

Seeing that the child didn't move, Jiang Xi's eyes narrowed, "Do you want to eat another meal of 'Stir-fried Bamboo Shoots with Pork'?"

Normally, Wang Xiaotian's eyes would light up when he heard this, but the woman who had beaten him before definitely had nothing good to say.

Wang Xiaotian's chubby face tensed, he dropped the homework in his hand and ran away.

Jiang Xing frowned. She hated rude children the most.

Nowadays, many girls don't want to have children. It's good to have a good one, but if they have a stupid one, they will suffer for the rest of their lives.

Her sleeves were suddenly pulled, and Jiang Xi lowered her eyes to look. Huo Zhiqi looked at her with his big eyes, and there was an unknown emotion in his eyes. "Please sit down."

When parents come to the parent-teacher meeting, the children will give their own stools to the parents to sit on.

Jiang Xi followed suit and sat down.

The little guy seemed surprised that she showed up. His eyes were filled with anxiety and his two little hands were tangled together.

Jiang Xi stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek. "Remember to tell me if there are any activities in school in the future, or you can tell your Uncle Shen."

"Okay." Huo Zhiqi nodded.

This cute look is really heartbreaking.

Where can you find such a good and obedient child?

Jiang Xi reached out and rubbed 놛놅's head, stuffed two candies into 놛's pocket, and said, "Okay, the parents' meeting is about to start, go wait outside."

Huo Zhiqi and the two children of the Wang family are of the same age and are in the same class.

The old lady of the Wang family also came to the parents' meeting for her two grandsons. Seeing Jiang Liu talking nicely to Huo Zhiqi and giving him candy, she sneered coldly, "Tsk, just pretending. I don't know what you are like behind closed doors."

Sitting side by side with Old Lady Wang was one of her older sisters, also a military dependent from the family compound.

She asked curiously, "Sister Wang, is that girl really like what you said, and is she not good to that orphan child? It doesn't look like that."

Old Lady Wang asked her, "Would you spank your children in front of others?"

The elder sister thought for a moment and said, "That's true. My grandson is very naughty and often gets whipped by his father to run around the family yard."

"......"

The person at the table in front of them who was listening to their conversation also interrupted and said, "My child is the same. He deserves to be spanked every time he gets upset. It should be okay to spank the child. He will be a filial son under the stick."

"But the child was only adopted. As the saying goes, adoption is not as good as biological parenting. It's really hard to say what the relationship is."

When Mrs. Wang heard this, her eyes lit up: "Wait a few days and you will know if you come with me to her home. If she really abuses the child, I will report her for abusing the child of the martyr's family."

She still remembered the last time Jiang Xing beat Sun Zi, and she had to make this woman get back at him.

Jiang Xi didn't know that there were people who had no moral bottom line.

Parents came into the classroom one after another. When the time came, the teacher also walked into the classroom with a book in his hand and his head raised.

Outside the door, some children were leaning on the windowsill to look in, while others were leaning on the door frame.

The teacher gave a standard opening speech, introducing himself first. Huo Zhiqi said that the teacher in our class was named Feng.

Teacher Feng spoke until his mouth was dry, praising the school, the leaders, and the teachers. In the end, he called out the names of several children.

These are the top students in the class, and they are all brought together to brag about themselves.

The parents also applauded.

Jiang Xing was bored and observed the expressions on everyone's faces in the class. Especially when he saw his own children being called up to praise their parents, they all looked swan-like.

Sure enough, no matter what era, curly kids are everywhere.

After praising a group of children, Teacher Feng's tone suddenly became heavy, "I have praised those with good grades and good study. Now I will criticize the students with the worst grades in our class."

He called out several students' names, and it was not until the last name that Jiang Xi heard Zhiqi's name.

Jiang Qi was a little surprised. She had taught the child English before, and considering his intelligence, it was impossible for him to be bad at it.

Is it possible that you are biased in your studies?

When Huo Zhiqi heard Teacher Feng calling his name, he immediately leaned over the windowsill and looked at Jiang Xi nervously.

Every time Teacher Feng holds a parents' meeting, he compares the students with good grades and poor grades.

Teacher Feng glanced at the window and said in a serious tone, "Huo Zhiqi, don't lean on the window. Come in quickly."

Jiang Xing frowned as he looked at the children standing side by side on the podium, each with their heads lowered, ready to be scolded.

She felt that the teacher's teaching method was inappropriate.

Although there is percussion education, using poor grades to highlight students with good grades will put a lot of psychological pressure on students with poor grades.

"Is Chen Meihong's parents here?"

Teacher Feng shouted.

"Yes, Teacher Feng."

A middle-aged woman in simple clothes stood up from her seat. She was called up because her daughter was in trouble. Duoduo looked a little embarrassed.

The eyes from all around were about to melt her.

I was so angry with the child in my heart. I wonder how she will educate this girl when she goes back. It will really make her die of anger.

"Ms. Chen Meihong's parents, your child is very bad at math! She often makes mistakes in the most basic arithmetic problems. As adults, you should supervise her more and help her memorize math tables."

When Teacher Feng said "very bad", his tone was very strong, and the parent was so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to raise his head. He kept saying, "I will supervise my daughter carefully when I get home. My daughter often said that there are many things she doesn't understand, but we haven't learned it, so we don't know how to teach her."

"Girls are really not good at science, it's normal. I teach all my children the same way. There's nothing we can do if the children are not smart."

Jiang Xing frowned. How could the teacher say such things in front of the children?

When the parent heard the teacher say his child was stupid, his face turned redder and he kept saying, "It's our problem, it's our problem."

Jiang Liu: “???”

How come this parent does nothing when his child is being belittled?

She raised her eyes to look at the podium. The little girl whose name was just called had red eyes and was filled with tears, which were streaming down her cheeks.

Teacher Feng called a few more parents and talked about some problems of their children.

The parents were so ashamed by what the teacher said that they couldn't even raise their heads. Those who mustered up the courage to retort were always talked back by the teacher.

And told them to stop being accustomed to their children.

When it comes to the last student.

"Is Huo Zhiqi's parents here?"

When Huo Zhiqi heard his name on the podium, his little body froze.

Jiang Xi didn't have a good impression of Teacher Feng. She didn't stand up, but raised her arm lazily, "Here, you say."