Dad: My identity as Qu Dad has been exposed by my daughter

# Sudie’s poems will soon be included in textbooks#

#Truth is out: I just write those poems casually#

#苏哥, a man recognized by textbooks#

One hot search after another and one entertainment report after another quickly became popular on the Internet, detonating the entire network. ReadМ

"Damn it!! This level of strength has gone up in an instant."

"Are they all included in the textbook? Then... how many songs are there?"

"Junior high school student: I don't love you immediately."

“High School Students: It’s So Stressful.”

"Students: Dad Su, go away, go away!"

The students were still in class and didn't know about it.

But there was an explosion in the teacher's office.

"Real or false? Qu's father Su Chen's poems will be included in the new version of Chinese textbooks!"

"This is big news. The new textbook will be put into use in September next year. Does that mean that starting from next year, students will have to memorize Su's poems?"

"Hahaha, the senior class I teach has escaped."

"My second year in high school has been hard... First of all! The teacher has to learn and memorize these things all over again... This lesson preparation task is much more arduous."

"No, I have to notify my parents."

"My Chinese class is next, and I have to vaccinate the children in class."

So soon, parents of primary and secondary school students, class teachers or Chinese teachers across the country issued almost similar notices and announcements.

"@AllParents, the latest news is that Su Chen's poems, which have become popular on the Internet, will be included in the national common Chinese textbooks. The new textbooks will be put into use next year. I hope the children can be familiar with or recite Su Chen's poems in advance. Don't do it Mandatory, but always good to familiarize yourself with in advance. ”

Seeing such group messages, parents quickly recovered.

"I saw the news online! Thank you, Teacher Zhang. We will supervise the children's studies."

"The children like it very much and are already reciting it spontaneously."

"Well... I want to ask, who is Su Chen? From which dynasty and generation?"

"@阳阳 Mama! Are you an alien? Even Su Daddy doesn't know. Just check it out online. Please be more careful with your children's studies."

"There have been too many mahjong players recently... Okay, I'll go check it out right now."

"This Yangyang mother!! I really don't know how to be a parent. She knows how to play mahjong every day!"

The first high school in Shanghai.

Chinese class.

The first thing Chinese teacher Zha Zhibin did in class was to inform him of this incident.

"I have something very important to say before class." Zha Zhibin pushed up his eyes on the bridge of his nose and scanned the students under the podium.

As soon as the students heard that it was something important, they immediately sat up straight and waited quietly.

"The latest news is that the famous songwriter Qilin Talent, also known as Qu Dad Su Chen, the verses he chanted in the live broadcast room will be included in the new version of the Chinese textbook. It will be in time for everyone to be in the third grade of junior high school and high school next year. I hope everyone will pay attention to it and get familiar with it in advance. recite."

"Besides!! These are all hot topics. Maybe your high school entrance exam questions will be drawn from them."

“In the following teaching, I will also intersperse my appreciation and insights into Su Dai’s poems.”

boom! ! !

Upon hearing the news, the students suddenly burst into mourning.

"Do you also need to memorize Daddy Su's poems??"

“It’s a lot of pressure!”

"Dad Su, please go write songs! Stop writing poems."

"You also have to memorize it when writing songs! Learn about "May You Live Longer"."

"I've already finished reciting it! Don't ask me why I recited it so fast! Just ask me that I'm going to get drunk at the next class party!"

"Go crazy! You little melon!"

Although the students wailed for a while, they didn't have to finish memorizing it immediately, and they also liked the songs and poems written by Su Chen.

I quickly accepted this fact.

This made Su Chen feel extremely gratified.

Fortunately, it was not criticized by thousands of students!

Shanhai Publishing House.

Editor-in-chief Cang Hai saw that Su Chen's poems were about to be included in textbooks, and immediately saw a business opportunity.

"If a collection of Su's poems were published at this time..."

He was extremely excited thinking about it.

…

Let’s say that Su Xiaoxi was very happy to attend classes and games after arriving at kindergarten.

Because of "The Daily Life of Big Stars", many children in the class also saw Su Xiaoxi's daily life at home on the show.

"Xiao Xi Xiao Xi, your father's cooking is really delicious. Haha, after watching the show, my mother forced my father to learn to cook every day."

"Monitor, I really like your Elizabeth. Can I go to your house to play on the weekend? I want to play with Elizabeth."

"President Xiao Xi, has your father told you a new Uncle Andersen fairy tale? I want to hear it... I have read Uncle Andersen's picture books several times, and I have also read those stories several times."

"There's a new story..." Su Xiaoxi rolled her eyes.

The children immediately gathered around.

But Su Xiaoxi is preparing to tell a new fairy tale.

Suddenly the school bell rang.

"Let's talk about it after class." Su Xiaoxi said.

Then the students returned to their seats with itchy hearts and put their little hands on their backs.

Soon Teacher Xiaoye walked into the classroom.

"This class we have an art class," Teacher Xiaoye smiled sweetly and gently, "Every child has to draw a picture."

The children became happy when they heard about the art class.

Teacher Xiaoye taught them how to draw for a while.

Then it’s time to create freely.

Teacher Xiaoye walked around the classroom looking at the paintings drawn by the children.

Suddenly he turned to Su Xiaoxi's side and was attracted by Su Xiaoxi's paintings.

Su Xiaoxi drew a cartoon character she had never seen before.

Very cute.

Su Xiaoxi is coloring.

Blue.

Well, it looks a bit like...

Teacher Xiaoye bent down and pointed at Su Xiaoxi's painting: "Xiaoxi, what are you drawing?"

As Teacher Xiaoye asked, the live camera directly pulled into Su Xiaoxi's painting and gave a close-up for the audience to see.

Seeing Su Xiaoxi's painting, the live room instantly increased the barrage.

"Wow! Xiaoxi's painting is too cute."

"Is this a cartoon character? Why haven't I seen it?"

"I haven't seen it either."

"Please tell me, who can tell me what anime this robot-like... um, cat is from?"

"No impression."

"I can't remember."

No one in the live room knew which character Su Xiaoxi drew.

At this time, Su Xiaoxi raised her head, with a pair of bright big eyes, looking at Teacher Xiaoye seriously.

"Teacher Xiaoye, don't you know?" Su Xiaoxi asked.

"I don't know." Teacher Xiaoye smiled and shook her head, "Xiaoxi, can you tell me?"

"This is Doraemon." Su Xiaoxi said.

Teacher Xiaoye frowned slightly when she heard the unfamiliar name.

It can be seen that she is trying to recall, but she really can't remember.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also confused when they heard Doraemon.

"What is Doraemon's dream?"

"Is there this cartoon character?"

"I searched Baidu thousands of times... well, I can't find it. The results that popped up are Labrador, Dorala, A to C is not a dream... There is no Doraemon."

"Isn't it the bedtime story that Su Dad told Xiaoxi? Is it a character in Andersen's new fairy tale?"

The audience speculated.

The kindergarten children also looked towards Su Xiaoxi when they heard Doraemon.

Teacher Xiaoye couldn't remember what kind of anime character Doraemon was, so she asked, "Is Doraemon a character in anime?"

"It's a comic." Su Xiaoxi said, "Hehe, my dad taught me to draw Doraemon."

"Isn't it cute?"

"Teacher Xiaoye, look at this magical pocket on its belly. It's a treasure chest."

Su Xiaoxi gave Teacher Xiaoye some popular science.

She felt very strange. She didn't even know Doraemon, and she was still a teacher...

The live broadcast room exploded!

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