Chapter 786 - 784: Making a Mountain Out of a Molehill?

Mo Jingchun glanced at all the kids getting off the bus and noticed all of them were covering their noses, their eyes filled with displeasure.

He looked around several times but still couldn’t figure out who was the little rascal among them.

Bumping Zero’s shoulder, Mo Jingchun gave Zero a look.

The next moment, Zero shook his head.

This left Mo Jingchun rather puzzled; this rascal was quite impressive, possessing actor-level acting skills at such a young age.

Suddenly, Mo Jingchun and Zero exchanged a knowing glance and simultaneously blurted out:

"It’s the driver."

For sure, it was the driver who let one loose.

No wonder no kid showed any unusual reaction; they were all victims, hence no exception.

Hearing the judgment from Zero and her brother, Candy’s eyes flared up with anger.

Just as she was about to confront the driver, she saw the school bus pull away.

"Hmph, it must have been the uncle."

Pinching Candy’s cheek, Mo Jingchun laughed and said:

"Alright, it’s no big deal. Look, he’s so embarrassed that he ran away."

"Come on, let’s go home."

Back home, Candy unusually didn’t watch cartoons today.

"Brother, I’m going upstairs to do my homework."

Mo Jingchun was momentarily stunned, then nodded, "Alright, I’ll call you when dinner’s ready."

Candy, with her backpack, shouted without turning back:

"No need, I’ll finish my homework in fifteen minutes."

Watching Candy disappear around the staircase corner, Mo Jingchun remarked with deep emotion,

"The teachers finally got it and started giving students homework."

Zhou Yaling, nearby, let out a cold laugh and walked straight into the kitchen, leaving Mo Jingchun puzzled.

Shaking his head, with no one fighting for the TV, he thought he might as well watch a movie.

"Zero, play a comedy movie."

"Alright."

The plot had just begun, and Mo Jingchun was already amused.

Feeling like only a brief moment had passed, Mo Jingchun watched as Candy ran downstairs, looking utterly confused.

"Weren’t you doing your homework?"

Holding her homework in her hand, Candy raised an eyebrow and said:

"I said fifteen minutes, obviously it wouldn’t exceed that."

With that, Candy handed over her math homework to her brother, then plopped down on the sofa.

"The teacher said parents should check the homework, and if there’s no problem, sign at the end of the homework and write the date."

At this moment, Mo Jingchun finally understood why Zhou Yaling had snorted when Candy said she was going upstairs for homework.

Damn it, parents checking and grading homework.

Today it’s just math, what about later?

For a family like his, checking the kids’ homework is not difficult, but what about families with only stay-at-home kids?

How many grandparents can do the homework, especially in both math and language subjects?

With a sigh, Mo Jingchun was a bit helpless as well.

No wonder the relationship between teachers and parents has become increasingly strained over the years.

After working hard all day, coming home with no time to rest and having to help the kids with homework—it’s a wonder there’s no conflict.

Back in their day, parents never checked homework, at most they enrolled them in summer classes.

After checking her homework and confirming everything was correct, Mo Jingchun took the black marker from Candy.

A sleek and handsome artistic signature came together with ease; he wrote the date and nodded in satisfaction.

"There, go hand it in."

"Tell your homeroom teacher tomorrow that not everyone can check their child’s homework like me."

"Got it?"

"Got it." Scratching her head, Candy asked confusedly:

"Brother, why say that?"

Mo Jingchun glanced at the puzzled Candy, "You’ll understand in the future."

"Tch~" Candy pouted unhappily, "In the future, it’s always in the future, or when you grow up."

"Hmph, I’m not a kid who knows nothing."

With her homework and pen, Candy ran upstairs with an air of pride.

At this moment, Zhou Yaling poked her head out from the kitchen with a cold laugh:

"I knew there’d be homework checks, the same old routine."

"Did this start with your class?" Mo Jingchun was quite surprised; he and Zhou Yaling were only a year apart, was there such a big difference?

"No, I learned about it online."

...

The next day during the big break, Candy was doing her exercise routine under the sun with zest. Glancing at the homeroom teacher not far away, Candy decided she would talk to him after the break.

Yep, that’s what she would do.

"Mr. Qu!"

Qu Weijun, who was about to go to the bathroom, turned around smilingly upon hearing Mo Xiaoxue calling.

"Mo Xiaoxue, do you need something?"

"Uh-huh."

Pulling Xiang’Er along, Candy was no longer afraid of the homeroom teacher.

"Mr. Qu, my brother asked me to pass on a message to you last night."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing that Mo Jingchun had a message, Qu Weijun asked seriously:

"What did Mr. Mo say?"

Hearing the homeroom teacher address her brother as Mr. Mo, Candy felt awkward.

"Mr. Qu, my brother said not everyone can check their child’s homework like him."

After a moment of silence, Qu Weijun smiled and said:

"Tell Mr. Mo that the school has received his suggestion."

Candy scratched her head in confusion—what suggestion, did her brother suggest something to the school?

After leaving the playground, Qu Weijun briskly returned to the grade level group, immediately relaying Mo Jingchun’s suggestion to the grade leader.

Within half an hour, all grade leaders and school administrators were notified by the principal to meet at ten.

Qu Weijun gathered all the teachers of the first class together.

"From now on, homework assignments should be graded by yourselves, don’t have the parents check."

Seeing Qu Weijun’s expression, someone asked in surprise:

"Did a parent complain?"

"No, but it seems the issue is more serious."

Rubbing his forehead, Qu Weijun said helplessly:

"Mr. Mo made a suggestion. Just now, all grade leaders received a notification to have a meeting with the principal."

For a moment, everyone was speechless.

The principal is worried about the school doing nothing, fearing Mr. Mo might directly complain to the education bureau.

Thinking about it from another perspective, if they were the principal, they’d probably be very concerned too.

"It’s really tough being a teacher these days."

Qu Weijun glanced at the math teacher and said nothing.

According to previous practices, it indeed was the teacher’s issue.

But then again, the times are different now; asking parents to check kids’ homework has become the norm.

A norm that became a matter of course.

But Mr. Mo is from the post-2000 generation! Changing workplace norms, directly showing the bosses how it’s done.

The post-2000 generation has started to stand out in the workplace.

That afternoon, each grade level group held a faculty meeting.

The topic was homework.

Homework must be assigned normally, but teachers must grade them themselves.