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Volume 1 Qizi Chapter 80 One of Zhao Zhenzhen¡¯s Cannons

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    As time goes by, the breath of spring is getting stronger and stronger, and the clothes of pedestrians are getting thinner and thinner. On the blue sky, a few blue and red kites fly from time to time, and there are more children running and playing in the alley.  and the scolding of adults.  "Whether in symposiums, group meetings, when criticizing, or in individual conversations, we should encourage criticism and resolutely implement the principle of "tell everything you know, and speak everything; the speaker is not guilty, and the listener is satisfied."  We should not affirm everything about ourselves and reject the criticism of others. At the same time, we should promote seeking truth from facts and concrete analysis for critics, so as not to erase everything about others and make the criticism one-sided.  "What we just broadcast was the People's Daily editorial about the rectification movement's instructions. Now we will continue to broadcast the **Central Committee's instructions on the rectification movement" Chu Mingqiu held a camera on his chest.  , humming the tune of "When will we have mature and grown-up faces like senior classmates?", he walked into the campus. Today is May Day, the school is on holiday, and there is a parade in front of the National Day. The campus is quiet, but he steps into  At the school gate, I noticed several bicycles parked next to the guard. This is where teachers usually park their bicycles when they go to work.  ??The bicycles at this time are similar to the cars in the previous life, no, they are even rarer than the cars in the previous life. They are equivalent to the high-end cars in the previous life. Only teachers from relatively well-off families can afford them, and only a dozen teachers in the entire school have them.  The corridor was equally quiet, but there were sounds from the classroom. Chu Mingqiu opened the door slightly and peeked through the crack of the door. Two girls were dancing on tiptoes, saying that dancing was actually wrong. It was Spongebob who was teaching them.  The overseer dances.  SpongeBob turned around lightly, his left leg naturally crossed in front of his right leg, his body squatted slightly, his arms formed a ring, and his head looked slightly to the side and upward.  "Do you see clearly? That's it, come and try." Spongebob stood up and said to the supervisor.  The overseer imitated Spongebob, first he turned around lightly and crossed his left leg in front of his right leg, but he forgot to squat down and kept his arms straight.  "No, no." Spongebob interrupted her and went over to correct her actions.  Chu Mingqiu didn¡¯t care what they danced, and looked greedily at SpongeBob¡¯s immature figure. Today SpongeBob is wearing a beautiful white double-breasted lapel cotton coat and a pair of red leather shoes.  In this class, or rather in this school, only Spongebob's dress makes Chu Mingqiu feel familiar, which is one of the reasons why he likes to tease her.  The supervisor once again imitated Spongebob, and this time it was somewhat similar. Spongebob corrected her hand shape again, and then continued to jump.  Without musical accompaniment, Spongebob hummed the melody of "Jingle Bells" with light steps. The supervisor's steps were obviously more sluggish, and he could barely keep up with her pace.  Chu Mingqiu rolled his eyes, picked up the camera and pressed the shutter. The sound of the shutter was extremely harsh in the quiet teaching building, alerting SpongeBob and the supervisor.  "Why did you come here? Look at what time it was." The supervisor couldn't help complaining when he saw Chu Mingqiu pushing the door in. Chu Mingqiu made a face at her, and then said slowly: "Well, leave."  Lunch is still early, so I said to the supervisor, let¡¯s go to Quanjude for a work meal later.¡± After saying this, several black lines appeared on the supervisor¡¯s forehead, and SpongeBob was a little unhappy: ¡°You¡¯re a living bandit.  You also want to blackmail us. You, a young master of the Chu family, have never eaten anything, and yet you are blackmailing us. " "I mean, you two beauties, this emperor is not short of hungry soldiers. Besides, even a landowner has to eat well during busy farming times.  "No." Chu Mingqiu teased the two little girls with a smile. He came to school today to draw pictures for their blackboards.  Drawing on the blackboard newspaper already made him a little annoyed, and it was also a trouble he asked for himself.  The first time they made a blackboard report, Chu Mingqiu made a beautiful blackboard report that had never been seen in the class. From then on, he became the poster for each group in the class, including painting, decoration, etc.  When choosing a topic, go to him.  In the New Year Blackboard Competition hosted by the school last semester, Class 1 and Class 2 won high praise from all the teachers in the school and won the championship.  From then on, he almost took over the blackboard papers in the class. Even when it was the turn of other groups, they still tried to find ways to ask Chu Mingqiu to help, so that Zhao Zhenzhen had to order that Chu Mingqiu could not help with anything other than painting.  The team does other things.  After joking, after discussing some creative ideas, Chu Mingqiu began to paint.  While he was painting, SpongeBob picked up his camera and played with it, and the supervisor was soon attracted to it.  Spongebob obviously knows more about cameras and quickly figured out where the shutter was and how to capture the image. She raised the camera and took a picture for the supervisor.  By the time Chu Mingqiu found out, the two little girls had already taken several photos, and he was a little confused.I jumped off the chair in pain. Most of the films at this time could only take seventeen photos. Film was not easy to buy. There were only two or three factories in China that could produce it. Color film was basically invisible.  "Hey, hey, do you know how to use it?" Chu Mingqiu hurriedly jumped down from the stool, grabbed the camera from SpongeBob, and looked at the numbers on it with some distress. After a while, four numbers were missing from it.  Looking at the focal length exposure again, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. These things didn't move at all.  "What's wrong? Didn't you take the photo?" The supervisor had never seen Chu Mingqiu so angry before and was a little panicked.  Spongebob didn't care that much, pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "Isn't it just a few pictures?" Chu Mingqiu wanted to get angry, but when he looked at the two little girls, he couldn't get angry, so he had to sigh: "The camera is not  It¡¯s like this, let¡¯s do it this way, I¡¯ll teach you after I finish the painting, your photos are all messed up.¡± Supervisor and SpongeBob looked at each other, and they curled their lips almost at the same time.  However, they did not play with the camera anymore. Spongebob took the camera and studied it, wondering what was wrong. Chu Mingqiu quickly warned her not to open the back cover. She put the camera on the table with dissatisfaction.  .  The two little lolita watched Chu Mingqiu draw. After watching it for a while, they felt a little bored. They chatted in a low voice and then slipped to the playground to play hopscotch.  Zhao Zhenzhen came out of the conference room and glanced towards the classroom out of habit. She recognized Spongebob at a glance. She was the only one in the school who wore that style. She quickly recognized the supervisor.  "What are these two kids doing here?" Zhao Zhenzhen was wondering when another familiar figure came out of the teaching building. The supervisor immediately ran over. SpongeBob hesitated and ran over, and the three of them entered the teaching building together.  Zhao Zhenzhen now understood what they were doing at school, and she smiled slightly.  "Teacher Zhao, what are you looking at?" Zhao Zhenzhen looked back and saw Ding Ling, a teacher from the same teaching and research section. Ding Ling was a teacher who was assigned to the class last year. She is a graduate of Yanjing Normal College and is only twenty-two years old this year.  There have been many new teachers in the school in the past few years, but from the bottom of her heart, she thinks that many teachers are relatively poor in professional skills. Some teachers even have severe local accents and lack of teaching experience. Some even just graduated from high school. But  What can be done? Most of these teachers are family members of leaders who have moved to the city. Sometimes they, the old teachers, jokingly call the school a family home.  This teacher, Ding Ling, is a graduate of a genuine normal school. As soon as she arrived at the school, she was very concerned about her.  "Oh, it's nothing, just a few students in my class." Zhao Zhenzhen said and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, Ding Ling complained: "Let me tell you, there are some methods in our school that should be changed. If you ask me this time  Chu Mingqiu and Lin Wan, who were in class, could not come back with a prize. They had to be Young Pioneers, but now they came back empty-handed. They were dumbfounded. " "You come here with so many complaints, but if you complain less, you will get more.  Work." Zhao Zhenzhen reminded that the school suffered a complete failure in this art performance and did not even get a prize. Faced with this outcome, Secretary Zhu criticized the music teacher at the meeting just now. Zhao Zhenzhen saw Teacher Sun, who taught music, being black.  He looked unconvinced.  It¡¯s no wonder that Teacher Sun was not convinced and assigned the task to the first grade. It was originally for the health song of Class 2, but this health song was sung by Chu Mingqiu. No one there knew the score. Also, dance  How it was arranged, who knows.  Without Chu Mingqiu, the dancing students would have forgotten their heels long ago.  "You can't let a teacher who is twenty-six or seven years old ask that child who is only ** years old for advice. If this word spreads, his face will be put there."  As a result, Teacher Sun ordered two more songs, the Song of the Young Pioneers and Farewell, two songs that could never go wrong in terms of content.  Teacher Sun was also unlucky. Their performance was ranked at the back. These two songs had been sung by the previous school. Everyone chose the chorus in the arrangement. The performance level was about the same. Naturally, there was nothing left for the distinguished guests.  Impressions, naturally, are empty-handed.  The two quietly returned to the conference room. Today, they held a school faculty meeting to study today's "People's Daily" editorial. Zhu Zhengyi read the editorial at the meeting and mobilized all teachers in the school to help the party rectify its work.
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