"No way, why do we have to read it aloud!"
"Oh my god, how embarrassing, I just wrote it randomly."
Complaints arose everywhere. No one expected that the class teacher would make such a decision. Reading it aloud in front of all the students was a bit embarrassing.
"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to the small goals that your classmates have set. Since they are not signed, you don't need to be afraid of anything."
Hou Chengze stood on the podium, holding a thick stack of slips of paper in his hand. He opened one of them and began to read it aloud.
"My goal is to reach the Ionia Master rank."
As soon as he finished speaking, laughter erupted in the classroom. The homeroom teacher rolled his eyes and knew that these students had no sense of propriety whatsoever.
She was referring to small goals related to her studies; what does Ionia even mean?
"Keep reading!"
He then pinched out another piece of paper.
"My recent goal is to improve the relationship between my boyfriend and husband."
"......"
The homeroom teacher raised an eyebrow, ready to explode.
"My recent goal is to raise my grades in my major courses to above passing level."
My immediate goal is to pass the CET-6 exam.
"I hope to win the debate competition."
The next few were relatively normal, not as outrageous as the previous ones, and the class teacher's tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little. If all the little goals were about video games or romance, she would have been furious today.
As he was reading, Hou Chengze pulled out a pink sticky note that read, "I hope to receive a full scholarship this year."
Wow, that's amazing.
"That's what a goal should be."
After a moment of listening, the students below burst into small applause. Only a few students in this class had such aspirations; only those students who were both excellent in character and academics could achieve this.
Liu Mengke secretly nudged Zhao Xuerou under the table. She knew that her best friend had written it, and only she had such confidence.
The two exchanged a glance, chuckled a few times, and winked knowingly at each other.
But before everyone could finish admiring him, the voice rang out again.
"I want to become a professor at Tsinghua or Peking University this year."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire classroom fell silent, and the students were all stunned.
"I didn't hear you clearly, please read it again." Someone suspected there was something wrong with their ears and asked to be read aloud again.
"I want to become a professor at Tsinghua or Peking University this year!" Hou Chengze emphasized, especially the word "professor" at the end.
"Huh?" A surprised exclamation rang out.
The classroom erupted in a commotion, filled with whispers, turning the once quiet scene into something resembling a bustling market.
"Who wrote this? It's so shameless..."
"I'm speechless. There's a limit to bragging. A professor? A professor from Tsinghua or Peking University? What unrealistic dreams are you having!"
"No, can't you be more realistic? This kind of empty boasting is really disgusting. I hate people who make empty promises the most. This is not just a matter of talking without doing anything; it's something that is simply impossible to do."
"When did such an arrogant guy appear in our class?"
There was a chorus of curses.
All I heard was mockery.
Countless sounds entered Jiang Cheng's ears, so piercing, stabbing his eardrums one after another.
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But Jiang Cheng didn't frown. Instead, he lay expressionless on the table, letting the sounds linger without paying any attention.
Let others say what they want; their words cannot affect his determination to take action. If he can be affected by these setbacks, then he has wasted his rebirth.
It's not surprising that people spoke so harshly. What he wanted to do was become a professor at the age of nineteen, which was probably unprecedented in the entire country of China.
Throughout history, countless geniuses have emerged, some entering university at the age of thirteen and becoming graduate students at fifteen.
Is there anyone who became a professor at Tsinghua or Peking University at the age of nineteen?
No.
Some geniuses are suited to learning, but not to being mentors who can teach others.
Professors need not only academic qualifications, but also professional experience.
This is a very real problem.
The students mocked him while glancing around to see if anyone blushed with embarrassment for writing such audacious words.
Just when Jiang Cheng thought the next note was about to be read and this one was about to be over, Hou Chengze glanced at the folded corner of the paper and the familiar note, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
Jiangcheng, Jiangcheng, I haven't figured out how to teach you a lesson yet.
So you just delivered yourself to my doorstep, huh?
You're so eager to be humiliated, uttering such arrogant goals. Don't you even know your own limitations?
"Haha, Jiang Cheng's goals are quite ambitious." Hou Chengze smiled at the spot where he was, waving the paper in his hand, offering a hypocritical compliment.
In an instant.
After he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to that corner, even the class teacher looked over.
Jiang Cheng heard someone call his name, looked up, and immediately saw him holding up his note with a cold smile on his face.
"This was written by Jiang Cheng? My goodness, that's incredibly exaggerated..."
"That's just how he is. He's usually quiet and reserved, but he's actually quite vain. He always hides himself, afraid that others will see his true thoughts. As soon as he heard that he wouldn't sign his name, he exposed his true self."
Several classmates who usually disliked Jiangcheng immediately began to make sarcastic remarks.
They were very jealous of this person, of course, because he had won Zhao Xuerou's favor and yet he liked to act aloof.
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