Chapter 463 Let the Children Learn Quantum Speed Reading

Hu Peng was not here to see a doctor today. On the contrary, he came to tell Mu Chun that everything was fine. Mu Chun was very happy to hear him say that.

"Teacher Hu Peng is here. I want to ask you something. You have been teaching first-grade children before." Mu Chun asked.

"Well, I have taught from first grade to fifth grade. Later, I returned to first grade and taught from second grade. I have always been the head teacher. If it weren't for that incident, I wouldn't be the deputy head teacher now." Hu Peng touched his forehead awkwardly and smiled in response.

It seems that he has completely let go of this matter. Mu Chun grinned with relief.

"Don't laugh, do you look down on men being elementary school teachers? I still like my job very much, no matter what others think."

Hu Peng was wearing a dark gray down jacket. It was not known whether it was because of the clothes or because he was really fat. In general, Hu Peng gave Mu Chun the feeling that he seemed to have gained weight.

Mu Chun drank two sips of coffee, and the feeling of motion sickness was slightly better. He looked at the time again, wondering if he should call Zhang Wenwen back, but there was a patient there, even if it was a familiar patient, he was embarrassed to say "Let me make a call first."

Mu Chun could only put the phone in the drawer helplessly, picked up the white coat next to the bookshelf, took off his coat and hung it up, put on the white coat and sat down quietly to listen to Hu Peng.

"I really feel good in all aspects, much better than before. You see, the final exam just ended today, and a difficult semester has passed." Hu Peng said happily, "I just wanted to see Teacher Mu Chun when I was free."

"Okay, come and sit down when you have time, tell me if there is anything fun." Mu Chun half-leaned on the chair casually, not looking at Hu Peng, but took out a collection of Eliot's poems from the drawer.

"But I don't have anything bad to say today to make others happy." Halfway through, seeing Mu Chun holding a small book with a hardcover red cover and hot gold letters in his hand, Hu Peng asked curiously: "Does Teacher Mu Chun like poetry?" Hu Peng asked.

"Yeah, I read some poetry occasionally, I think I like it." Mu Chun answered.

"I never thought that a doctor would be a literature lover. It seems that I came to the right person today." Hu Peng took off his down jacket and took out an A5-sized loose-leaf book from his inner pocket.

"I am writing a book called "On the Art of Daily Work of Primary School Teachers". Then I thought about many aspects, such as student learning, daily behavior habit cultivation, interesting teaching stories, and I wondered whether I should add some parents' ideas. In addition, daily work is more trivial, including morning exercise, wearing red and green scarves, activity class design, and how to balance the progress between subjects, individual differences among students, common difficulties in teaching, etc. I thought about about a dozen aspects.

I can't find anyone to read it, so." Hu Peng said hesitantly.

"Huh? Writing a book?" Mu Chun's head popped out from behind the poetry collection.

"Yes, writing a book, you know it, I decided it last time with you. After I went home, I thought about it every day. I thought it would be easy, but I didn't expect it - no one said that Chinese teachers are good at writing books, right?" Hu Peng said self-deprecatingly.

"Well, I heard that programmers are better at writing books." Mu Chun responded.

"I also heard that doctors are particularly good at writing." Hu Peng followed up.

"And piano teachers who dance very well are good at writing books." Mu Chun put down Eliot's poetry collection in his hand, and stretched his hands flat on the table, almost lying on the table.

"Ah? Teacher Mu Chun, does your back hurt?" Hu Peng asked.

"Give it to me." Mu Chun said.

Hu Peng realized that Mu Chun wanted him to show him the notebook, and he was happy all of a sudden, "It's a bit messy, don't mind, I'm afraid you can't understand my words."

"Give it to me." Mu Chun said again.

Hu Peng's A5 loose-leaf book has about thirty pages. He writes with a black and blue ink pen. His handwriting is quite neat. After all, he is a Chinese teacher. Hu Peng is a careful man. Otherwise, he would not stay up late at night to look for hair in the dust.

Mu Chun read it twice and said, "It's a very detailed thought, flesh and blood, close to reality."

"You finished it so quickly?" Hu Peng looked at Mu Chun with round eyes.

"I've finished it." Mu Chun nodded seriously.

"Have you learned speed reading?" Hu Peng asked.

"What is speed reading?" This time it was Mu Chun's turn to be surprised.

Hu Peng smiled and said, "Hehe, you don't know, there are many great teaching institutions now, such as children's virtue education, thinking development training, and quantum speed reading. Quantum speed reading is very popular recently. Many third-grade students want to sign up for it. It is said that the winter camp is full."

Puff!

Mu Chun was drinking coffee. When he heard Hu Peng say this, he sprayed a mouthful of coffee on the ground. A few drops of coffee fell on his white coat in a mess, turning into small drops of light coffee-colored flowers.

It doesn't seem bad, Mu Chun thought, a bit like the color of iodine.

"Quantum speed reading?" Mu Chun repeated his question.

Hu Peng nodded, "A winter camp lasts a total of one week, the cost is 800 yuan for half a day, 1,600 yuan for a day, and a total of one week."

"11,200 a week." Mu Chun said.

"You are really good at math!" Hu Peng gave a thumbs up, "You must have learned quantum computing."

Mu Chun looked at Hu Peng in confusion, "What quantum computing? You are trying to make Einstein and Bohr unable to stay in their coffins."

"Ah? This is not my invention. I just borrowed the name of someone else's teaching institution. There is no special meaning. Teacher Mu Chun, don't be nervous." Hu Peng smiled and shook his hand, "But you really haven't learned this kind of speed reading course?"

Hu Peng still asked in disbelief. He thought that his speed reading was relatively fast. How could Mu Chun's speed reading be so fast?

And he said he had finished reading.

In the next ten minutes, Hu Peng was even more confused. How good is this person's reading ability and memory?

When I was in college, I heard that medical students read a lot. In the same freshman and sophomore year, other majors can still get by. As long as they don't want to go straight to graduate school, there is no big problem in getting by. But medical school students are in a sea of ​​books every day, and every final exam is not much easier than the college entrance examination.

Is it because they are medical students?