A sketch about the contradiction between parents and children

Guo Xiaopin: My father and I exchanged roles.

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Teacher: Why hasn't your father come back yet? What time is it now?

Tinker bell: teacher ~, my father is busy with business in the factory. He also wants to make progress and always drinks. Why don't you come back when my mother comes back from a business trip?

Teacher: Put the teacher's bag down.

Tinker bell: Teacher, you'd better go. My father is ugly. I scared you. Really, I get a fright every time I see him.

Teacher: Ha ha ha ~

Dad, Dad: Who says I can't walk straight after drinking? I can walk straight. I just walked a question mark over there and an exclamation point here.

(Dad leaves) Success ... Don't tell me, that's how I jumped, and I feel like I have to pee ~ (Scratching my head and laughing)

Where is it? Toilet. Toilet?

Tinker bell: It seems that my father is not coming.

Teacher: The teacher opens the door (opens the door and sees dad). Hello!

Dad: Yes! Excuse me, I want to go to the men's room.

Teacher: Ah! Where is this?

Dad: This is the ladies' room.

Teacher: the ladies' room

Dad: Do you watch the toilet?

Teacher: Me.

Son: Dad.

Dad: Son, why did you go to the ladies' room? Come out!

Son: Dad, this is our house!

Dad: I said why it looks so familiar ~

Dad: Hehehe.

Er: This is our teacher Zhang!

Teacher: Hello!

Dad: Son.

Eh: Hey!

Dad: Pour the wine for the teacher quickly.

Eh: Hey! Huh?

Dad: Pour the tea.

Dad: Hehe ~ ~

Teacher: You're welcome.

Dad: Oh.

Teacher: You may not know me.

Dad: Ah.

Teacher: I'm his new head teacher.

Dad: Never mind, I don't know the old head teacher either ~ hum ~ ~ (hum a ditty)

Son: (to the teacher) You are afraid, or you can come back tomorrow.

Dad: (jumping up and drinking) Nonsense! The teacher finally came and didn't let the teacher sit for a while. Please sit down, teacher.

Teacher: Ai ~

Dad: oops ~ haha, sorry, I drank some wine.

Teacher: Get to the point. The main purpose of my coming today is that he didn't hand in his composition.

Dad: (angry) Come here, why don't you write your composition? What happened?

Son: (grievance) I can't write without you ~

Dad: I'm involved in this.

Teacher: Don't blame the children. The topic of our composition is "My father and I exchange roles"

Dad: What do you mean? I'm a son and he's a father?

Teacher: Yes.

Dad: What is it?

Teacher: He is the only one in the class who hasn't handed it in now. I hope you will cooperate.

Dad: I've been very cooperative. I was very cooperative when he was at school. You say, if you're not a son, put on your hat, right? Take your schoolbag. This is your son.

Teacher: You see, your father is very reasonable.

Dad: Right?

Teacher: Tell me, which section?

Son: Let's take a look at the part where I go home in the midterm.

Dad: OK, that part is no problem.

Teacher: OK, let's begin.

Dad: Let's go.

Teacher: Get out.

Dad: Out?

Teacher: Yes, go out from the moment you enter the door.

Dad: Dad, (turning around) why are you so embarrassed (everyone laughs). . Dad, I'm home.

Son: You're back? How did you do in the exam?

Dad: Not so good.

Uh: Not so good. What is it like?

Dad: Not so good, but I didn't do well in the exam.

Son: What if I don't do well in the exam?

Dad: Make-up exam.

Son: Then, then rest, (running to the teacher's side to hug) Teacher ~

Teacher: Haha ~

Dad: Laugh at me. I knew it. I said I couldn't play my son.

Teacher: You must not understand what I mean. I'll tell you again from the beginning. I'll leave when you understand.

Dad: Oh, no, teacher, I see.

Teacher: This is a new reform in our teaching.

Dad: Do I look like you? Really, come on, come on, what was dad like that day? Let's review for the teacher, shall we? (Raise your hand) Teacher, he can't act. Listen, I'm sitting here, right? Here is a pie.

Uh: I'm back.

Dad: How dare you come back? How did you do in the exam?

Son: The last one.

Dad: What?

Son: The last one.

Dad: (striking table) The last one, don't you usually take the second one?

Er: penultimate penultimate penultimate penultimate penultimate penultimate.

Dad: Just fart.

Son: Let it go, I can't let it go (running to the teacher).

Dad: Don't call the teacher, hehe, teacher, I usually educate him so harshly.

Teacher: (startled) Hehehe

Dad: Wow! Wow! Hehehe, strict father is a dutiful son.

Teacher: I think it's getting late.

Dad: OK, you go first.

Teacher: No, I mean.

Dad: I think.

Teacher: Let's hurry and start over.

Dad: One more time (raising the volume)

Teacher: Yes.

Dad: Teachers also like watching plays.

Dad: OK, let's do it again.

Teacher: Here we go.

Dad: Dad, I'm back.

The son doesn't talk.

Dad: Dad, I'm back, Dad. (pointing to my son) He took advantage of me. He, dad, I'm back.

Son: Bang (striking the table), what are you yelling at? You frightened the life out of me. How was the exam?

Dad: I didn't do well in the exam this time, and I came last.

Son: Dad (striking the table) came last, didn't he come last in the exam?

Dad: I have always been the second from the bottom, and my grades are very stable. However, the fool who came last in the exam had diarrhea. He didn't come, and my grades slipped to the bottom two.

Son: (pointing to dad) How does your boy go to school? Those two holes under your eyebrows are venting.

Dad: The bottom of my eyebrows ... I have two holes.

Teacher: Speak politely.

Son: That's what he usually says about me.

Dad: You talk nonsense. Am I like you? ah

Son: You are like me at ordinary times. I gave you a discount. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Mom and I haven't seen you smile for years.

Dad: How is that possible, teacher? Did I see you smile? Ha, ha, ha, everyone laughed.

Teacher: I think you should spend more time with your children and wife.

Dad: It's easier said than done for you to spend more time with your children and wife. I am a man. I have a career. There are more than 300 people in the factory. Why are you looking for my attention? : Who doesn't want to spend more time with his wife and children? But the director will accompany you, but who won't? Who will get paid? How can I feed this child, let him go to school, buy him books and schoolbags, and return them?

Son: Give it to me,

Dad: Get up.

Dad: (reading) Honey, honey? My heart is empty. I have been away from you for four minutes. You will be free in four minutes.

Teacher: Come on, let me see, let me see.

Dad: What's the matter?

Teacher: Only when you smile can I breathe, and only when I breathe can you gasp.

Dad: (to son) You come here for artificial respiration.

Teacher: Don't worry, don't worry, I don't think this is written by a child.

Dad: He didn't write it. Who wrote it? I wrote it.

Eh: You wrote it.

Dad: You talk nonsense.

Eh: You wrote it to my mother.

Teacher: How can there be?

Son: (pointing to dad) You always don't come home, so I asked mom, mom, dad always doesn't come home, doesn't he want us? Mom said no, dad loves us and this family. You see, dad wrote such a letter to his mother. It is this letter that I have always carried with me, and I am reluctant to return it to my mother.

Dad cried with his son in his arms: child

Teacher: I'm really sorry. This is my fault.

Dad: Sorry, teacher, I made you laugh.

The teacher cried ~ ~ whoops ~ ~ ~

Dad and son looked around and found the teacher crying. They were frightened: Ah!

Teacher: Son, if you write this composition, you will definitely win the first place in the class. Don't forget to give it to the teacher tomorrow.

The teacher cried ~ ~ woo ~ ~ opened the door and left.

Dad: I said, do all your teachers cry like this?

Son replied: Dad, I dare not. I dare not take my teacher home again.

Dad: Come on, son.

Son: Dad.

Dad: Son, you should have taken the teacher home a long time ago. It's dad's fault. Dad, I'm sorry (tears).

The son ran over and cried with his father.

Dad: Son, dad is always busy, and he almost forgot about you and mom. I'm sorry, dad. From now on, spend more time, stay with you, do your homework, and make you the real number one in your class. How's it going?

My little finger: retractor.

Dad held out his little finger: hook.

Dad: Hook, hanged for a hundred years, not changed.

Dad: Still laughing, smelly boy. Why don't you pack your things and go?

Dad: Dad, hehe, it went well.

Dad, my son smiled. ...

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