Time flies, and the second half of the semester is over.

In July, the heat was getting stronger and cicadas were chirping outside the window.

Lin Jianxue knocked on the door of Wang Jianjun, the director of teaching at Zhenhai High School, holding a few poorly written test papers and an essay written in beautiful handwriting.

"Come in." Wang Jianjun's voice came from inside the door.

Lin Jianxue pushed the door open and walked in. The office was a bit stuffy, with only an old ceiling fan whirring overhead.

"Director Wang." She nodded slightly.

Wang Jianjun raised his head and pushed up his black-framed glasses. "It's Teacher Lin. What can I do for you?"

Lin Jianxue handed the paper over: "Director Wang, please take a look at this."

"These are some high school mock exams and an essay written by a little girl named Fu Qingqing from our team."

Wang Jianjun took the test paper and his eyes fell on the neat handwriting and the answers that were almost all correct.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

I translated another composition, which was fluent and had a very interesting idea.

"Fu Qingqing?" Wang Jianjun put down the test paper and looked at Lin Jianxue. "Whose child is this?"

"Where are you from?"

Lin Jianxue replied calmly, "I'm from Kyoto."

"Her entire family...was sent down to the Shuguang Production Brigade in Tonghua Village two years ago."

The admiration on Wang Jianjun's face froze instantly.

He raised his voice sharply: "What?"

"A child from a relocated family?"

"How can this be possible!"

Wang Jianjun's face darkened, and his tone became stern: "Teacher Lin, where is our Zhenhai High School?"

"How can you just casually accept a student with such an unknown identity?"

"You'd better take the things away and don't mention this matter again."

His attitude was firm and he would not tolerate any argument.

Lin Jianxue seemed to have expected him to react like this, and her expression remained calm.

She spoke softly, her voice clear and steady: "Director Wang, please don't rush to refuse."

"I know the school has its own rules and its own difficulties."

"However, Fu Qingqing is indeed a rare talent in studying."

She paused and continued, "As far as I know, our school will participate in the provincial joint entrance examination for fifteen schools mid-term this semester."

"With Fu Qingqing's performance, if she can perform consistently, I'm confident she can rank among the top ten in the province."

Wang Jianjun's expression changed slightly, but he still had a stern face.

Lin Jianxue looked at him and said calmly, "Director Wang, you know more about the joint entrance examination results of our Zhenhai High School over the years than I do."

"In the joint entrance exam for the fifteen key high schools, we were basically ranked in the middle, neither higher nor lower."

"Don't you want our school to be proud of itself in this joint exam?"

"Bring honor to our school and let the county and local leaders see the quality of our teaching at Zhenhai High School."

Wang Jianjun was silent.

Lin Jianxue's words were like a small hammer, hitting his heart precisely.

As the Dean of Studies, he wanted the school to achieve good results and make a comeback more than anyone else.

For a moment, the only sound in the office was the sound of the ceiling fan.

He picked up the enamel cup on the table and took a sip of strong tea, as if trying to calm down.

After a while, he finally looked at Lin Jianxue with a complicated look in his eyes: "Teacher Lin, please hand over these test papers..."

"Are you sure that the child named Fu Qingqing completed all of this independently?"

"No one copied the answers, and no one gave any guidance?"

Lin Jianxue met his gaze, her eyes frank and clear: "Director Wang, I watched her do these exams on the spot."

"After the work is done, I will also correct it on the spot."

"I can guarantee that this is absolutely her real water."

Wang Jianjun tapped the table lightly with his fingers and pondered for a moment.

"How about this," he finally relented, "This weekend, you bring that kid to school."

"I personally gave her a few questions to solve on the spot."

"If she can really get past me, it proves she really has the ability..."

"I can talk to the principal of the university and see if he can make some concessions."

After hearing this, Lin Jianxue finally showed a faint smile on her pretty face.

"Thank you, Director Wang."

"Thank you so much."

Wang Jianjun waved his hand, his expression still serious: "Teacher Lin, don't be too happy too soon."

"I just said give her a chance to try it out."

"Whether she can ultimately get the principal's approval depends on her performance over the weekend."

"After all, her family background is indeed a big problem."

Lin Jianxue nodded, her tone full of confidence: "Don't worry, Director Wang."

"Qingqing is a very smart and hardworking child."

"Even when she was in Kyoto, she always got the top marks in every subject at her school."

A barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed across Wang Jianjun's eyes, but he said nothing more.

"Then let's wait until the weekend."

After school, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the ridges of the fields golden.

Lin Jianxue told Fu Qingqing the news.

Fu Qingqing was helping Dong Yulan light the fire at the stove. When she heard the news, her little face suddenly raised.

Her hands holding the tongs trembled slightly, and her eyes were wide open.

"Teacher Lin...are you saying that I...I really have a chance to go to Zhenhai High School?"

There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

Dong Yulan also stopped what she was doing and looked over with concern.

Lin Jianxue looked at Fu Qingqing's bright and sparkling eyes and smiled gently.

She reached out and gently patted Fu Qingqing's shoulder.

"Yes, Director Wang promised to give you a chance to take the exam."

"As long as you can get good grades on the test this weekend, I think the school should be able to make an exception."

Fu Qingqing's eyes were slightly red, and she nodded reluctantly.

Lin Jianxue looked at her:

"Qingqing, you have to remember this."

"In the face of absolute strength, many seemingly insurmountable obstacles can be compromised for you."

After hearing what Lin Jianxue said, Fu Qingqing tightly clenched the fire tongs in her hand.

The tears in her eyes rolled stubbornly in her eye sockets but did not fall.

The little girl sniffed, her voice thick with nasal sounds, but also revealed a sense of unwillingness to admit defeat: "Sister Xiaoxue..."

"I...I will definitely review every day!"

"I will never embarrass you!"

"I must satisfy you!"

Lin Jianxue looked at her little adult-like appearance, feeling both relieved and a barely perceptible pity.

In this day and age, it is very difficult for someone with such a poor background to study.