Crazy Psychologist

Hu Peng did not come to see a doctor today. On the contrary, he came to tell Mu Chun that everything was fine with him. Mu Chun was very happy to hear what he said.

"Teacher Hu Peng happens to be here. I want to ask the teacher something. You have been taking care of first-grade children before, right?" Muchun asked.

"Well, I have taught students from the first grade to the fifth grade, and then returned to the first grade and then the second grade. I have always been the class teacher. If it hadn't been for that incident, I wouldn't have become the deputy class teacher now." Hu Peng touched his forehead awkwardly and smiled in response.

It seemed that he had completely looked away from this matter, and Muchun grinned happily.

"Don't laugh. Do you look down on men as primary school teachers? I still like my job, no matter what others think."

Hu Peng was wearing a dark gray down jacket. He didn't know whether it was because of the clothes or because he had gained weight. He always said that Hu Peng gave Mu Chun the feeling that he had gained weight.

Muchun took two sips of coffee and felt a little better from motion sickness. He looked at the time again and thought about whether he should call Zhang Wenwen back. However, there was a patient there, even though he was a familiar patient, he was embarrassed and said in the middle, "Let me call." A phone call first."

Muchun had no choice but to put the phone in the drawer, pick up the white coat next to the bookshelf, take off the coat and hang it up, put on the white coat and sit down quietly to listen to Hu Peng.

"I really feel good in all aspects. I'm much better than before. You see, the final exam just ended today, and a difficult semester has passed." Hu Peng said cheerfully, "I just wanted to watch it when I had time. Look at Teacher Muchun."

"Okay, come and sit down when you have time and tell me something interesting." Mu Chun half-leaned on the chair casually, not looking at Hu Peng, but took out a copy of Eliot's from the drawer. Poems.

"But I don't have anything bad to say today to make others happy." Halfway through, Hu Peng asked curiously when he saw Mu Chun holding a small book with a hardcover red cover and gold characters in his hand. "Teacher Muchun also likes poetry?" Hu Peng asked.

"Yeah, I occasionally read some poetry. I think I like it more." Muchun replied.

"I didn't expect a doctor to be a literature lover. It seems that I have found the right person when I come to you today." Hu Peng took off his down jacket and took out an A5-sized loose-leaf book from his inner pocket.

"Aren't I writing a book "On the Art of Daily Work of Primary School Teachers", and then I thought about many aspects, such as student learning, the cultivation of daily behavior habits, interesting teaching stories, and I was wondering whether I should add more Some parents’ thoughts and daily tasks are relatively trivial, including morning exercises, wearing red and green scarves, activity class design, how to balance the progress between various subjects, individual differences among students, common difficulties in teaching, etc. I think there are about a dozen aspects.

I can’t find anyone to look at it, so..." Hu Peng said hesitantly.

"Eh? Write a book?" Muchun's head poked out from behind the collection of poems.

"Yes, writing a book, don't you know, it was decided by you last time. I have been thinking about it every day since I went home. I thought it would be easy, but I didn't expect - no one said anything. If you have ever been a Chinese teacher, you are good at writing books, right?" Hu Peng said mockingly.

"Well, I heard that programmers are better at writing books." Mu Chun responded.

"I also heard that doctors are very good at writing." Hu Peng also started talking.

"There is also a piano teacher who is very good at dancing and good at writing books." Muchun said, putting down the book of Eliot's poems in his hand, and stretched out his hands flat on the table, almost lying on the table.

"Ah? Teacher Muchun, does your back hurt?" Hu Peng asked.

"Give it to me." Muchun said.

Hu Peng then realized that Muchun wanted to show him the notebook, and he suddenly became happy, "It's a bit messy, don't mind, I'm afraid you can't understand my handwriting."

"Give it to me." Muchun said again.

Hu Peng's A5 loose-leaf book has almost thirty pages. He writes with black and blue ink pens. The writing is quite neat. After all, he is a Chinese teacher, and Hu Peng is a very careful man. , otherwise I wouldn’t have stayed up at home looking for hair in the dust in the middle of the night.

Muchun read it completely twice and said: "Very detailed thinking, flesh and blood, close to reality."

"You finished reading it so quickly?" Hu Peng looked at Mu Chun with wide round eyes.

"I've finished reading." Muchun nodded seriously.

"Did you learn speed reading?" Hu Peng asked.

"What is speed reading?" Now it was Mu Chun's turn to be surprised.

Hu Peng twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Hey, don't you know, there are many teaching institutions that are very good, such as children's virtue education, thinking development training, and quantum speed reading. This quantum speed reading has been very popular recently. There are many All third-grade students want to sign up, and it is said that the winter camp has already been fully booked.”

puff!

Muchun was drinking coffee. When Hu Peng said this, a mouthful of coffee sprayed on the ground, and a few drops fell awkwardly on his white coat, turning into droplets of light brown flowers.

It doesn’t seem ugly, Muchun thought, it’s a bit like the color of iodophor.

"Quantum speed reading?" Muchun repeated his question.

Hu Peng nodded, "A winter camp lasts for a week in total. The cost is 800 yuan for half a day and 1,600 yuan for one day. The total for one week is..."

"11,200 a week." Muchun said.

"Mathematics is really good!" Hu Peng gave a thumbs up, "You must have studied quantum computing."

Muchun looked at Hu Peng in confusion, "What quantum computing? Are you trying to make Einstein and Bohr unable to stay in the coffin?"

"Ah? I didn't invent this. I just borrowed the name of another teaching institution. It doesn't have any special meaning. Don't be nervous, Teacher Mu Chun." Hu Peng smiled and shook his hand, "But you really didn't learn Have you ever taken this kind of speed reading course?”

Hu Peng still asked in disbelief. He thought that his speed reading was relatively fast. How could Mu Chun's speed reading be so fast?

And he said he had read them all.

In the next ten minutes, Hu Peng was even more confused. How good is this person's reading ability and memory?

When I was in college, I heard that medical students read astonishingly. You can also dawdle in other majors as freshmen and sophomores. As long as you don’t want to do direct research, there is no big problem. However, medical students are full of books every day. The final exam is no easier than the college entrance examination.

Is it just because he is a medical student?