She Came To My Concert

Zhu Wenshu subconsciously stopped, his eyebrows twitched, and he stared at the dialog box between the two.

In the next second, Ling Chen's news really jumped out.

[c: I wish the teacher]

Huh?

I really want to come here!

I wish Wen Shu a quick reply.

[Zhu Wenshu: I'm here. 】

[Zhu Wenshu: What's the matter? 】

The string of "the other party is typing" appears again.

But this time, the string of input statuses appeared repeatedly, but there was no news from Ling Chen.

Could it be that he was writing a small composition?

Several minutes passed, and the new message finally popped out.

[c: How is my child doing at school today? 】

Zhu Wenshu: "?"

"..."

In the busy commercial street, Zhu Wenshu stood in the middle of the road, staring at the phone expressionlessly.

I've never been so speechless in my life.

[Zhu Wenshu: I may not be very clear. 】

[c:? 】

[Zhu Wenshu: Because today is the weekend. 】

Chapter 5

Ling Chen did not reply to the message.

The first chat between the two stopped at that awkward conversation.

I don't know if he is ashamed and embarrassed to speak again.

In short, Zhu Wenshu and his friends returned home after gathering, and there was no activity on his WeChat.

Zhu Wenshu didn't pay much attention to it at first, but when she finished her lesson preparation, she turned on her phone and saw that there were dozens of messages in DingTalk, all of which were feedback on weekend homework from her parents.

Only after becoming a teacher can I know that the pressure on the current parents is completely different from that of the previous parents.

Everyone is not very old, and they don’t even have a chance to take a breather when they go home after overtime work in the evening, and they are too busy to accompany their children to do their homework, and earnestly complete the tasks assigned by the teacher.

In fact, Zhu Wenshu did not strictly require parents to accompany their children to do homework all the time. She believes that this is not conducive to children's ability to exercise independent thinking and self-management.

But the parents all rolled up spontaneously, and she couldn't say that you don't care so much.

Thinking about this -

Looking at Ling Chen's wechat chat records, Zhu Wenshu was a little speechless.

What's the matter, if you have money, you can let your children grow wildly?

Are you not afraid that the child will go astray in the future?

Besides, this experimental primary school is not an ordinary school, it is one of the best in the whole Jiangcheng.

The students’ families do not say that they are either rich or expensive, but the overall quality is definitely top-notch, and there are no shortage of intellectual children in a class.

Why don't graduate students from top normal colleges sharpen their heads and come here to be primary school teachers?

In such a competitive environment, Ling Chen can be so irresponsible.

Yes, she knew that Ling Siyuan's nanny was not an ordinary nanny, she paid a lot of money to take care of her life and tutor her studies.

But can that be compared with father's accompanying growth education?

Ling Chen can let go of this kind of thing, but Zhu Wenshu can't allow himself to turn a blind eye.

This is her responsibility and mission as a teacher.

So, she opened WeChat and sent Ling Chen a message.

[Zhu Wenshu: Have you finished Ling Siyuan's homework? 】

Twenty minutes later.

[Zhu Wenshu:? 】

Row.

Zhu Wenshu sneered and opened Weibo.

She wants to see how busy this big star is.

He was so busy that he didn't even have time to ask his own son.

Unexpectedly, this time was chosen quite coincidentally. The first real-time content that popped up after searching for "Ling Chen" pointed out Ling Chen's whereabouts.

[Jiang Zibei go to bed early: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the short hair in Mr. Zhang's live broadcast room today makes Ling Chen so handsome! ! ! I have passed out, sisters, come and collect my body later! ! ! ! 】

Zhu Wenshu didn't know who this teacher Zhang was. She continued to browse this entry for a while before she figured out that this teacher Zhang was the famous Zhang Yuxuan.

He is a milestone music producer in the Chinese music scene. He produced many familiar songs and made many singers popular in his early years. Ling Chen can be regarded as his "closed disciple", and Ling Chen usually calls him respectfully "teacher".

The song "Classmate Xiaocan" and its album of the same name that made Ling Chen famous were produced by Zhang Yuming.

The producer has been in a semi-retired state for the past two years and has no new works, but he likes the live broadcast platform, where he chats with fans or sings old songs from time to time.

Following these clues, Zhu Wenshu entered Zhang Yuhuang's live broadcast room.

As soon as the picture popped up, the entire screen was filled with Zhang Yuhuang's face, which startled Zhu Wenshu.

He squinted his eyes and leaned closer to the phone to adjust the lens. After fiddling with it for a while, there was finally no strange pendant on his head, and he leaned back on the sofa in relief.

As soon as the person stepped back, all the previously blocked images were revealed.

The living room of Zhang Yuxuan's house is a vertical hall structure. There is a dining table behind the sofa, and only one floor lamp is turned on. Ling Chen eats under the lamp.

He is far away from the camera, and the light is not very bright, but it can still be seen that the hair has obvious trimming marks, it is much shorter, and the forehead is exposed, not as slumped as it was a few days ago.

But Zhu Wenshu didn't care about that.

She originally thought that Ling Chen's live broadcast was a job, but so

Looking at it after a while, it was obvious that this was eating at Zhang Yuxuan's house and then accidentally caught in the mirror, and he was not busy with serious business at all.