Song Tan Jishi

Song Tan never procrastinates when doing things. When she has an idea, she goes to Xin Jun as soon as possible:

"Xin Jun, teaching Qiao Qiao can't lead to a lifelong career, can it? What are your plans in the future?"

Even though Xin Jun has always been smart and calm, he couldn't help being shocked at this moment: "Are you going to fire me?"

"Bah, bah, bah!" Song Tan, who is integrated with science and metaphysics, reacted subconsciously: "What terrible words you said! Look at who in our family has the ability to teach Qiao Qiao like this?"

"You are the only one who fired me!"

"It scared me to death." Xin Jun breathed a sigh of relief: "I estimate that I can still teach for two or three years, just take it one step at a time."

Paper cannot cover the fire, and in two or three years his teaching position may be exposed. Even if her position as a teacher is not revealed, her mother still has to worry about her son finding a partner...

Besides, after two or three years, Qiao Qiao will have sufficient independent learning ability, and the teacher's role will not be that great.

Thinking of this, he also had a headache: "Can you allocate an apartment to me then? I'll pay the rent." In short, if he doesn't go home, he won't go home until his death. He doesn't want to inherit the family business, but his mother is extremely enterprising...

This is a psychological conflict that cannot be reconciled temporarily.

"What's the rent?" Song Tan was really not stingy at all when he should be generous: "It's better to do education for a lifetime, how can it end in two or three years?"

"But Xin Jun, have you ever thought that there may be many children like Qiao Qiao."

She said sternly: "Of course, our situation is not that big. Just take care of your own territory first - but I feel that your teaching ability is so excellent, but you are actually not suitable to be a real teacher in the classroom."

After all, parents are now under great pressure to survive, and children are under great pressure to educate. If teachers cannot improve their scores, all means will be in vain.

Xin Jun also knew: "So, I have never thought about teaching."

Come on, who wants to be a teacher in school? Teachers have to make assessments, assign school tasks and requirements in the middle of the night, and constantly communicate with various parents.

I want to give up my job, but I have to keep my job.

Parents also don’t like teachers – who would like a teacher who makes all kinds of weird requests in the middle of the night (including but not limited to what to prepare for the children tomorrow)!

I want to curse, but I am afraid that my child will be put in small shoes.

Isn't this torture in both directions?

If he doesn't go, he will be beaten to death!

"What about giving a tutorial yourself?" Song Tan looked at him and suggested:

"Publish tutorials, compile books and publish them, and do online courses."

Xin Jun was stunned, always feeling that a road he had never imagined appeared in front of him.

But why was his heart beating so fast, so fast that his brain was heating up and his palms were trembling slightly?

Song Tan didn't pay attention to his reaction.

Just because she was able to think of ideas quickly didn't mean that her ideas weren't perfect. She spoke them out in an orderly manner at this moment:

"You don't even have to write a curriculum specifically for children like Jojo, but for all children who are curious about knowledge."

"I know your family is rich, and you don't care too much about this, but if online courses become a business, even if you don't charge, it is still a business, right?"

And it is a serious cause worthy of everyone's respect.

Song Tan's words were not nonsense, but he truly saw Xin Jun's ability.

She admitted that Qiaoqiao's learning ability was much better than that of ordinary children of a few years old, but when it came to learning, happiness had little to do with ability.

Qiaoqiao has been studying with him for more than half a year, and so far she has no objection to homework, and she is always enthusiastic no matter what she does...

That kind of vigorous mentality and strong thirst for knowledge are really very valuable! It was so precious that she didn't want any damage to it.

And how valuable is this seriousness and talent in maintaining students’ thirst for knowledge and happiness in their teaching career?

There is no one in the whole family who is not grateful to Xin Jun.

At this moment, she generously promised: "You give it a try, and I will provide you with any equipment you need. You can sort out the previous lesson plans, or you can get new curriculum points in the process of teaching Qiao Qiao..."

"When you finish the system, you can ask Qiaoqiao to promote it for you in the live broadcast room."

"Teacher Xin, although it is not realistic, my goal is to make you Qiaoqiao's teacher for life!"

Song Tan laid down a big thunder for Xin Jun and walked away calmly. Little did he know that Xin Jun, who had never had any ambition in the past, was shaking his heart like a drum.

He frantically searched through various lesson plans he had prepared before, as well as various videos and materials he had collected for reference. The small room on the third floor could no longer hide his joyful heart.

Just...who hasn't dreamed yet?

In the past, I put out salted fish just because I was living one day at a time, but now I just feel comfortable.

I don’t want to be a teacher, and I don’t want to be angry when I look for another job. Now that I eat well and sleep well, I naturally have nothing to pursue.

You can take online courses and educate thousands of children with bright eyes like Qiaoqiao...

Xin Jun couldn't describe his state of mind. He only knew that he couldn't wait!

As for what Qiao Qiao wants to know about bees surviving the winter...

cough.

Definitely next time!

…

Qiao Qiao didn't know about the changes in his classes tomorrow. As usual, he asked his seventh cousin for advice:

“How do you cook beeswax?”

The seventh cousin's eyes widened: "Can beeswax be eaten?"

ah?

Qiao Qiao was stuck: "Should, shouldn't it be possible?"

"You can't ask me why!" The seventh cousin said angrily: "I know how to cook food - if you can't eat beeswax, it won't kill you, so why should I know how to cook it?"

"It would be nice if I knew about the tool."

He was so confident that even Grandma Qi was shocked.

Zhang Yanping couldn't help laughing: I heard that you didn't have this attitude when you ordered us before. He took out his mobile phone: "Let me check first..."

Finally, Aunt Lianhua burst out laughing:

"It's okay, it's okay, Auntie will do it! Come on, come on, Qiaoqiao, I'll teach you."

Qiaoqiao laughed: "Okay! But I want to start the live broadcast first, and I want to study with the children!"

Now it was Aunt Lianhua's turn to be nervous: "Live broadcast? What should I do if my teaching...is not good?"

It's not that Qiao Qiao has never broadcast live before, she has also shown her face, maybe only occasionally and inadvertently, and no one paid attention to it at all.

But now that she had to guide her to boil beeswax and live broadcast, Aunt Lianhua couldn't let go.

Zhang Yanping, however, said carelessly: "It's okay, Aunt Lianhua, don't be nervous, it's just like your seventh cousin's usual guidance. You just give instructions from the side and Qiao Qiao will do it."

"Ask me if you don't understand anything, just explain it to Qiao Qiao - you don't have to say anything to the camera, and you don't have to worry about the people in the live broadcast room."

"That's good, that's good," she touched her face: "I'm still afraid of becoming famous online, what if my family sees it..."

She didn't say any more, but it was obvious that she was very determined to maintain her current living situation.

Zhang Yanping nodded and said solemnly: "Don't worry! When the time comes, the camera will focus on our tools and pots, and avoid taking pictures of people's faces."

Yesterday’s update one.

Embarrassing, I took the name of the previous chapter before writing it, but I didn’t write it down.