Every student in the school, without exception, was discussing this matter.
Especially in a class like Class 2 of Grade 1, which is known for its lack of enthusiasm, they even skip classes and spend 24/7 discussing this matter.
One of the instigators of this incident,
Ye Ran was sitting on the podium, watching the chattering students below with great interest.
Ye Ran, who possessed the Master Teacher System, found his students below the stage increasingly adorable.
These aren't just salted fish; they're like pearls that haven't been polished to shine.
However, the thinking of these luminaries is rather biased nowadays.
Their minds were not on cultivation at all.
If we want to improve the overall strength of the class, we really need to think of some ways to reverse this bad class atmosphere.
Ye Ran stared intently at the students below the stage, making the chattering students feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"Do you think Teacher Ye has been through a lot of stress lately?"
"I feel the same way. Ever since Director Le criticized me, it seems like Teacher Ye has changed a lot."
"Yes, although he looks much more energetic, the way he looks at us seems a little different than before."
"Not only has Teacher Ye changed, but even our class monitor has become somewhat elusive. He's disappeared somewhere these past two days."
“I saw him the day before, but now Da Chun seems to have fallen ill. His mouth smells fishy, and he keeps muttering to himself, ‘How many kilograms are left? How many kilograms are left?’”
"Hey, Da Chun was such a solid person, but he went crazy within two days of being taken away by Teacher Ye."
"This is called the whispers of the ancient gods. I would call Teacher Ye the new generation of Cthulhu."
"Go crazy, go crazy, destroy everything, anyway, there's no need for this class to exist."
"Shh, keep your voice down, and lower your head. Teacher Ye is coming."
The students' private discussion came to an abrupt end the moment Ye Ran stepped down from the podium.
They all kept their heads down, afraid of making eye contact with Ye Ran.
Ye Ran walked straight past them, ignoring them.
When Ye Ran reached the last row, he stopped.
Ye Ran watched with great interest the girl sitting upright in the last row, constantly reciting her textbook.
To be able to sit so upright among all those crooked students, and to be able to diligently memorize one's lessons in such a noisy environment.
It looks like this girl went to the wrong class.
The first time I saw this girl,
A sentence naturally came to mind for Ye Ran:
"Rising from the mud, yet remaining unstained."
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