After thinking for a long time, Zhao Hanyun finally confirmed that school would really start tomorrow. He would go back to the elementary school that he didn't want to go back to at all. Of course, he would no longer be a first grader, but would be promoted to the second grade.

The two-month summer vacation always passed so quickly. Zhao Hanyun felt like these days were a dream, and even her parents seemed a little unreal. In her memory, her father always came home exhausted, working very hard, and her mother was always busy in the fields, always tanned by the sun. But now, her father went out happily all day long and came home happily at night. Her mother no longer looked haggard, and she looked much fairer and more tender. The existence of the little ball constantly reminded Zhao Hanyun that everything was real, even the fact that school would start tomorrow and she hadn't finished her homework today.

"Hmph, with my IQ, this little homework can't be difficult for me!" Rubbing his hands, Zhao Hanyun picked up the pencil resignedly and struggled to draw the word "earthworm" from the first and second grade. The homework was not difficult, but the difficulty lay in that it had to suit Zhao Hanyun's current age. The handwriting and tone had to be handled just right. He felt happy and painful at the same time.

"Mom, can I not go to school?" Zhao Hanyun, who was exhausted after finishing her homework, cried to her mother again. She really didn't need to go back to elementary school.

"No, your task now is to go to school and be a good student! Mom is waiting for you to earn me the title of "Three Good Students"!" Yan Jinlan would never admit that she was vain. She just hoped that her daughter would impress others, especially those people, huh!

If Zhao Hanyun knew what her mother was thinking, she would probably just roll her eyes and ignore her. Unfortunately, she didn't know, so she could only go to school with a doll-patterned backpack on her back under her mother's "loving" gaze.

"Zhao Hanyun, sit here!" Zhao Hanyun finally found her classroom through her distant memories. Just as she was about to shamelessly ask a classmate sitting near the door where she should sit, she heard a voice calling her. Looking up, she saw a chubby little girl waving at her. It was Li Li, who came from the same village as Zhao Hanyun. If she hadn't called out to her, Zhao Hanyun wouldn't have remembered them being in the same class. That didn't make sense. Why did she remember Li Li being held back in first grade in her previous life? They weren't even in the same class in second grade.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Hanyun sat next to Li Li suspiciously, but couldn't help but ask his doubts.

"What are you talking about? Why am I here? Zhao Hanyun, I went to play with you several times this summer, but you weren't home. Your mom heard from me that you went to your grandpa's house to study with the older kids. As a result, my mom sent me to my aunt's house to be taught a lesson by my cousin. Look, this was all caused by my cousin!" Li Li pointed to the bruises on her hand and said, "But my mom is really happy this time. When I was in school, she said I was notified that my grades were not good and I had to retest. If I failed, I would have to repeat the grade. But I got two 100s!"

After Li Li's complaints, Zhao Hanyun finally understood the truth of the matter. It turned out that it was the result of her butterfly wings flapping.

"Okay, class is about to start. Sit down! We'll talk after class." Li Li's presence made Zhao Hanyun feel a little more relaxed. Time passed unknowingly while they were talking. When the bell rang, Zhao Hanyun reflexively asked Li Li to shut up and stop talking. This was a habit that had accumulated over time.

Dong dong dong, the sound of fashionable leather shoes came from afar. Zhao Hanyun could no longer remember who his current head teacher was, because in his previous life, Zhao Hanyun's class was divided into classes based on grades. Due to Zhao Hanyun's fluctuating grades, he would change classes every year, and of course the teachers would also be different. As a result, in the end, Zhao Hanyun had no deep memories of any teacher. All he had was the depressed mood during dull classes.

As the footsteps got closer, the noisy voices in the classroom gradually disappeared, and it became completely quiet after Yuan Jingyi appeared.

"Classmates, good morning! I'm your homeroom teacher. My last name is Yuan, and my name is Yuan Jingyi." Yuan Jingyi turned around and wrote the three characters Yuan Jingyi on the blackboard. Zhao Hanyun certainly knew her name, but that didn't mean the other students did. So the classroom, which had just been quiet for a while, started discussing again. Li Li also turned around and said to Zhao Hanyun, "These characters have so many strokes, I can't remember them. But your handwriting is really beautiful."

Yuan Jingyi's handwriting is really beautiful, just like her. It gives people a comfortable feeling at first glance. Zhao Hanyun can't remember whether he has met this teacher in his previous life, but he must have an impression of such a beautiful and generous teacher if he has met her.

"Quiet. I know that you don't know these words yet, but you will learn them soon. I am also your Chinese teacher. I hope you can all study hard under me, okay." Yuan Jingyi did not stop the discussion angrily. Instead, she waited until the students had almost finished discussing before speaking slowly. This made everyone like this teacher at once. She spoke gently and beautifully.

"Okay, classmates, our main task today is to familiarize ourselves with the class rhythm. I know you have just had a long vacation, so let's not rush to catch up. Let's preview the first section of the book today. Come, take out the book, and let's read it first." A gentle figure was wandering in the classroom, but Zhao Hanyun had a feeling that this teacher was not easy to mess with. She always felt that this teacher was not simple. She hoped she was overthinking it!