Ren Yi clicked his tongue twice, shifted his gaze from Ying Qian, and looked at Chen Wenzhi with a wry smile.
His eyelids drooped, his large hand supporting his chin, as he turned his head to look at Ying Qian, who was engrossed in her studies, his dark, deep eyes filled with complex emotions…
In the first period of Chinese class, Cheng Meng walked into the classroom with her lesson plan. Her face was full of collagen, and although she was in her early thirties, she looked pure and lovely.
Ying Qian was mesmerized.
Ren Yi turned around and said, "How is it? Isn't Teacher Cheng very pretty? A lot of the boys in our class like her."
Ying Qian chuckled, pouting, and said, "She's so pretty, I like her too."
“But our class is really bad at Chinese.” Ren Yi smiled sheepishly and added, “Besides, Teacher Cheng’s child is already six years old.”
"Ren Yi! Come here! Give me your joint entrance exam paper." Cheng Meng suddenly shouted.
Startled, Ren Yi immediately turned around and fawned over Cheng Meng as he walked to the podium and handed her the test paper.
She nodded and said to the students, "In this lesson, we will go over the reading section of this test paper."
Ying Qian wondered why Ren Yi's exam paper was specifically requested.
“He was first in Chinese language.” Chen Wenzhi began.
"Ah... really?" Ying Qian smiled and guessed, "Could this be the motivation that liking him gives him?"
She smiled and looked at Ren Yi, who was walking back smugly, thinking to herself: He won't be like that anymore.
*
The long break is scheduled after the second period and lasts forty minutes.
A flag-raising ceremony is usually held on Mondays.
There was only one math problem left to solve when a very rhythmic symphony started playing over the loudspeaker, and the PE teacher's whistle mingled with the school bell outside.
The math teacher hurriedly waved his hand, signaling the students to leave quickly.
The Third Middle School has a special rule: if a teacher extends the class time beyond the break or the last period, causing students to miss morning exercises or meals, they will be penalized.
Chen Wenzhi subconsciously followed the group outside. When he reached the door, he paused for a moment, pursed his lips, and looked back at the girl who was still correcting her questions.
Catching the gaze, Ying Qian looked up, then quickly lowered her head again.
Chen Wenzhi's eyes turned cold, and he strode back. "The Academic Affairs Office is in the lobby of Hongzhi Building, which is across from our building."
"Oh," she said, displeased.
"Chen Wenzhi! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Otherwise, we'll get our pay docked again!"
The math teacher was named Wu Ran, the male teacher who sat opposite Wang Mengyao. He was in his thirties, refined and gentle, and also humorous.
Chen Wenzhi then left.
Wu Ran packed up the things on the podium. "New students, if you have any questions, you can come to my office to ask me. I'm always available because I only teach one class."
A weak "hmm" came from the back row.
Wu Ran took the things and walked out.
Looking around, everyone's desks were neatly tidied up.
Ying Qian put all the books off the table and then walked towards the building across the street—Hongzhi Building.
The principal of No. 3 Middle School attaches great importance to the students in the senior class of Hongzhili. One class can achieve a 211 admission rate of almost 98%, which makes it a force to be reckoned with by students throughout S City.
Looking at the teaching building standing in front of her, Ying Qian clasped her hands together devoutly and prayed silently: hoping that she could be admitted to Hongzhi School in the upcoming class division.
That way, I'll basically be able to get into a good university, and my mom won't have to worry about me abroad anymore.
Stepping into the lobby of Hongzhi Building, the lights were off, and it was cold and eerie inside. Surveillance cameras were everywhere, making it feel like you were being watched all the time.
What comes into view is an inconspicuous door in the corner, with the words "Academic Affairs Office" written on a blue metal sheet with white lettering.
Ying Qian tiptoed and pushed open the door, which creaked loudly, adding an eerie atmosphere to the already quiet and empty hall.
The registrar's office was cluttered with various items. There were sports equipment in the baskets by the door, and several rows of large boxes piled together, filled with chalk.
There's a table by the window in the academic affairs office, with a computer, a printer, a thick stack of notebooks, and a steaming cup of tea on it...
Ying Qian frowned; the light switch was right next to her.
Without hesitation, she turned on the light, and the room finally became bright.
Suddenly, I heard a "pattering" sound coming from the window. I looked over and saw raindrops hitting the glass. The sound grew louder and louder as the rain poured down.
She stared blankly at the colorful school uniforms scattering outside the window.
Just as she felt a gentle pat on her shoulder, his voice, like a feather, brushed past Ying Qian's ear, "Excuse me, are you here to pick up your school uniform?"
Her shoulders jerked.
The man realized he had startled her and said, "I'm sorry."
She turned around. The boy was half a head taller than her, with a faint smile, as if waiting for her answer.
"I'm here to pick up my school uniform."
"Okay." He took the school uniform out of the desk drawer and handed it to Ying Qian. "Remember that you have to wear it every Monday and for big events, otherwise you will lose points."
Ying Qian smiled and thanked her, "Thank you, teacher!"
His smile deepened, and he explained softly, "I'm not a teacher."
"Huh?" Ying Qian froze on the spot.
I just want to find a hole to crawl into...
He asked, "Do I look that old?"
Ying Qian stood there, clutching her school uniform, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. She said shyly, "Because you weren't wearing your school uniform, I couldn't tell..."
Her simple and direct method of judgment made the boys grin from ear to ear.
"Young man, my name is Chen Chang." As he introduced himself, he took out a name tag from his shirt pocket: "President of the Senior Year Student Council."
Seeing that Ying Qian was still in a daze, Chen Chang continued, "Although I am a senior in high school, I can still get involved in things that happen to juniors."
He turned around, picked up a notebook from the table, and calmly turned to a blank page.
How did you know I'm a junior in high school?
Ying Qian blurted it out almost subconsciously, and as soon as the question left her mouth, she wanted to strangle herself. How could she be so stupid! She wanted to take it back as soon as she finished speaking.
Chen Chang glanced at the school uniform she was holding and raised an eyebrow.
Ying Qian touched the back of her head. "My brain isn't working very well."
Which class are you in?
Ying Qian looked up and stole a glance, "Grade 11 (3)..."
Chen Chang chuckled, his eyes sparkling, and said earnestly, "You're quite clever, not stupid."
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