Almighty Star Daddy

Chapter 566 No Name (Page 1/1)

All the dads are here.

In fact, they themselves did not expect that all the fathers could really be present, and no one was absent for some reason.

"Papa Rarity, you're here too, I really didn't expect it."

"I didn't expect you to come, Dad Xiaohu, you are getting fat again, and your little tiger has lost weight, did you eat all the meat?"

"I'm big-hearted and fat, haha."

"Actually, the most surprising thing is that Mengmeng's father is here. Mengmeng's father, why are you free?"

"Isn't this a request? No matter how busy you are, you have to follow the teacher's request. I hope it will end soon. I still have something to do in the company. I have to go back to work overtime today."

Han Mo listened to a few acquainted fathers chatting, but he didn't strike up a conversation, but he could feel that they didn't know as much as he did. At least he knew that the child had drawn a painting, and it might be on display today, and then let each father take the painting Walk.

The parent-teacher meeting officially started, the dads stopped chatting, and the classroom fell silent.

In fact, the activity of "My Dad" was not thought up by Ding Rou alone, it was an activity of the kindergarten, but their class, as the model class of the kindergarten, took the lead in taking action.

In addition to Teacher Ding Rou, there is also Wang Lei, the principal of Golden Sun Kindergarten, in the classroom.

Generally, the principal will not participate in the parent-teacher meeting in the kindergarten class. This time the principal is here, and the fathers all know that it must be a relatively important event. They also faintly felt that today's activities were not that simple.

Although Han Mo has a good relationship with Wang Lei, he didn't know in advance that today's parent meeting will be attended by the principal.

Wang Lei smiled, "Hello, dads, today I am honored to hold this parent-teacher meeting with you. Our previous parent-teacher meetings were at the end or beginning of the semester, and there was no theme. Today, our parent-teacher meeting was decided temporarily. The theme is called "My Dad."

Dads all know these things, so they wonder why there is a parent-teacher meeting at this time, but they all cooperated.

Wang Lei was rehired to be the principal of Golden Sun Kindergarten. He is much older than the fathers present. To be exact, he should be about the same age as the children’s grandfathers.

He has a very kind face, the children like him very much, and the teachers and parents are also willing to deal with him.

Wang Lei continued, "Our fathers may not have noticed that the children's painting "My Dad" was posted on the wall at the back of the classroom, and all the children in the class handed in their homework."

The fathers began to whisper. Some fathers just listened to their mother’s announcement that there will be a parent-teacher meeting today, and they didn’t even know about homework. When the principal said about the children’s paintings, they began to whisper to each other.

Han Mo knew a lot, and whispered to the fathers around him.

From time to time, a father looks at the wall behind, looking for his child's paintings, because the distance is a bit far away, and the paintings are all hung together one by one, it is difficult to distinguish them.

"Dads, you can now go to the back of the classroom and take down your children's paintings."

The fathers couldn't wait a long time ago, because the director was talking just now, so they just looked over and didn't move. Now that the director has spoken, let them go to the back to look for it, and the fathers all strode back.

But just after walking to the back, all the fathers were stunned.

At first, they just thought that the children were painting themselves, and they all imagined their tall and handsome image in front of the children. They didn't expect that all the paintings were a small person doing something.

"Now fathers can take down their children's paintings." Wang Lei's tone was still amiable.

"This...it doesn't even have a name, how do you find it?"

"And what does this child draw? The facial features are not obvious at all."

"Yeah, I didn't understand what kind of painting it was either."

Xiaohu's father went to Han Mo's side and complained, "I'm sure it's impossible for anyone to guess which one was drawn by my child. They don't even have a name, so they can't guess at all."

When the little tiger's father was talking, Han Mo was ready to reach out his hand. Just when the little tiger's father finished speaking, Han Mo stretched out his hand to the little guy's painting, and then took it down. Done, didn't stop to understand what Xiaohu's father said.

"What did you say?" Han Mo was already holding Xuanxuan's painting with both hands.

Xiaohu's father coughed twice, shook Yuanyuan's head, "It's okay." He smiled awkwardly, and continued to search for Xiaohu's paintings aimlessly.

The fathers other than Han Mo are like headless chickens, looking for their children's paintings, looking at this portrait, and looking at that, they are still looking for it like recognizing handwriting. But I don’t want to write when drawing, and there are no rules, so it’s really hard to see.

Wang Lei and Ding Rou had already guessed this kind of scene. Ding Rou looked at Wang Lei with worried eyes, and Wang Lei laughed.

"We actually have two topics, one is "My Dad" and the other is "Dad in My Eyes". What the children draw is actually what they see you doing every day. That is to say, what you do when you get home Write down your words and deeds with drawing paper." Wang Lei's words were very clear, and he paused for a moment after he finished speaking, waiting for the reactions of his fathers.

"What do we do?"

"When I get home, I usually watch TV after dinner."

"I read books, and then listen to songs."

"I go home every day..." Xiaohu's father was thinking, and then he blushed as if suddenly thinking of something, and hurriedly continued to search on the wall.

The other fathers also seemed to have realized something, and began to search for it purposefully.

"This one should belong to me. I only play on my phone when I get home." Although Xiaohu's father didn't want to admit it, he knew it in his own mind. It is true that what he would do most when he got home was lie on the sofa and play mobile games.

The other father also wanted to take the picture of playing with the mobile phone, and blushed in embarrassment and said, "Hey, me too."

"Ahem, ahem, it seems to be mine, and I only play mobile games when I get home."

The muscles on Xiaohu's father's face twitched. Looking around, there were several paintings of a small person holding a mobile phone in both hands...

He really didn't want to compete with some fathers for a picture of playing with a mobile phone, but he couldn't help it, because he was sure it was him, Xiaohu's father laughed awkwardly, "Look, the head of the little person in that picture is the same as mine Circle, that's me drawn by my son."

The fathers compared it, and it was indeed round, so they gave this painting to Xiaohu's father, and went to find other paintings of playing with mobile phones.

Mengmeng's father is holding a painting in his hand. The little figure in the painting is sitting in front of the computer. There is a watch on the wall with the pointer at twelve o'clock.

Although he knows that this is what he does every day, in Mengmeng's eyes, his father is nothing but work.

But when Mengmeng's father saw his daughter drawing out all these with his own eyes, his heart was still aching, and he suddenly felt a little ashamed, and he didn't want others to see himself in the painting.

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