Chapter 28 Commonplace

After having breakfast, the group carried their schoolbags and headed to the classroom.

The classroom of Class 2, Grade 4 is on the third floor. When they arrived at the classroom, the four students chose their own seats and sat quietly, waiting for the teacher to start the class.

As the school bell rang, the homeroom teacher, Ms. Yan, entered the room and stood on the podium.

He looked around and waved the list in his hand. "Teacher, please call out the names to see who is here and who is not. Those whose names are called, please raise your hands."

After taking attendance, each student was asked to come to the podium and introduce themselves. Then, the seats were reassigned.

The students lined up outside the classroom according to their height, and the one at the front was Shen Xuewei.

The small group of four, including Shen Xuewei, which had only briefly formed last night, was broken up in this classroom due to their grades and height.

As the shortest and youngest student in the class, and because of her good grades, she unsurprisingly sat in the first seat opposite the podium.

This spot not only means you'll be constantly in the teacher's sight, but you'll also get a lot of chalk dust.

With the seating arranged, the next step is to distribute the books.

Teacher Yan called a few tall and strong boys to the office to move books.

The textbooks were handed out one by one.

Shen Xuewei flipped through the books on her desk.

Chinese, mathematics, moral education, and English, etc.

She placed her English textbook on top and flipped through it.

It's not a big deal to daydream in Chinese and math class at this stage, but you absolutely can't daydream in English class; you have to learn everything you're supposed to learn.

Fu Man Primary School only teaches up to the third grade, so there are no English classes.

In most primary schools here, students don't start learning English until the fourth grade.

Shen Xuewei's English in her previous life was not good, in fact, it was extremely poor. She mostly relied on guessing and intuition to answer questions.

She scored in the 50s on a 100-point test in elementary school.

She still scored in the 50s on a 120-point test in junior high school.

On a high school exam with a score of 150, she... still scored in the 50s.

As a result, she was often called to the office by her Chinese and English teachers in turn.

When her Chinese teacher called her, it was to praise her; when her English teacher called her, it was because she was disappointed in her.

She has a good aptitude for languages, but the reason her English is so bad is because she encountered an impatient and abusive English teacher when she first started learning English.

It was a bright afternoon when the English teacher walked into the classroom with a gloomy face, carrying her books.

After teaching her a few words, I asked Shen Xuewei to get up and read a short English dialogue.

She stood up, and after reading it haltingly, several insults—"stupid pig," "idiot," "fool"—were hurled at her.

Shen Xuewei still remembers the embarrassment and awkwardness she felt back then. Faced with the mocking gazes of everyone, her head was almost touching the table.

Don't assume that elementary school students don't care about saving face.

Children at this age have the strongest sense of self-esteem and are most concerned about saving face; at least, that's how Shen Xuewei was back then.

From that moment on, she loathed that English teacher, and...loathed English.

She learned from other teachers that the reason her English teacher treated her that day was because she had a fight with her girlfriend and was in a bad mood.

But does being in a bad mood give you the right to take it out on others without restraint?

She actually met some great English teachers later, but because of that incident, she developed an instinctive resistance to English and couldn't learn it no matter what.

In her senior year of high school, because her subject imbalance was so severe, her English teacher at the time specially set aside time to give her intensive tutoring.

After a period of intensive study, both the English teacher and she were quite exhausted.

Fortunately, the results have improved a little bit.

My English score improved from over 50 to over 70.

Although I still didn't pass, I have indeed made a lot of progress.

Based on her mock exam scores at the time, she should have been able to get into a regular undergraduate program.

However, as the college entrance examination approached, some students at the school contracted the flu.

The flu is something that can easily infect two people from one person, and unfortunately, Shen Xuewei became the one who got infected.

When I took the last exam, I had barely finished half of the paper when I fainted in the exam room due to a high fever... In the end, I only got into a vocational college.

She started school three years earlier in this life than in her previous life. At that time, the English teacher hadn't even started teaching at this school yet, so she wouldn't be teaching there.

Shen Xuewei had just met this English teacher.

She was a gentle female teacher surnamed Lin, named Lin Wanying. She looked to be only in her early twenties, about the same age as her aunt.

Putting everything else aside, at least from our brief first meeting, it's clear that he has an excellent personality.

Upon reaching this conclusion, Shen Xuewei breathed a sigh of relief.

Today is only the first day of school. There were no formal classes in the morning. After the textbooks were handed out, the students were asked to read and preview the material on their own.

Another task is to appoint class officers.

Generally speaking, when it comes to class officers, the homeroom teacher tends to choose the student with the best grades to be the class monitor.

However, when he looked at the student with the best grades in the class...

...Shen Xuewei also looked up at him, blinking her eyes.

Teacher Yan paused, seemingly sighed, and then tentatively asked, "Shen Xuewei, how about I arrange for you to be the vice class monitor?"

Shen Xuewei smiled happily, her eyes crinkling: "Okay, thank you, teacher."

Generally speaking, as long as the class monitor is present, the deputy class monitor is the one who doesn't care about anything.

Shen Xuewei was very satisfied with this position.

As for the class monitor, Teacher Yan arranged for the student who ranked second in the class upon entering the school to take the position.

In addition to the class monitor and vice class monitor, other class officers were also appointed.

Those who volunteer will be given priority; if no one volunteers, Teacher Yan will directly appoint someone from among the students.

In no time, the class officers were all selected.

The newly appointed life committee member even had his tasks assigned to him sooner than the class monitor.

She needs to count how many students in the class need to buy meal tickets, and how many meal tickets each person needs to buy.

After compiling the list, write down everyone's name and the amount of money collected for meal tickets, then hand the list and the money over to the homeroom teacher.

After the homeroom teacher checks the tickets, she will give them to the teacher so that the teacher can distribute them.

In the canteen here, you generally can't pay for food directly with money. You have to buy meal tickets from your homeroom teacher and then use those tickets to get your food.

The first morning of school passed by in a noisy and chaotic manner.

As soon as the bell rang, many students rushed out of the classroom to line up for food in the cafeteria.

Wu Yuhong has long arms and legs and a fast reaction speed; she disappeared early in the morning.

Ye Meiling and Zhong Shiqi didn't react in time, while Shen Xuewei's legs were too short, causing her to fall behind by a step.

When they arrived at the canteen, there was already a long queue.

Just as the three were about to join the end of the line, Wu Yuhong, who was straddling the position, excitedly waved to them, signaling them to come over.

Ye Meiling and Zhong Shiqi each held one of Shen Xuewei's hands and stood in the spot that Wu Yuhong had reserved for them, behind Wu Yuhong.

Ahem... This kind of thing—saving seats for others—will be condemned many years later.

But in the school cafeteria, no one says anything, because it's something that's become commonplace.