Chapter 9
Lu Dachuan comes from a single-parent family. His father was a martyr who passed away when he was very young, and his mother raised him alone.
However, after starting elementary school, his classmates nicknamed him "the one without a father." At that time, Lu Dachuan felt very inferior and painful, feeling that he was inferior because he didn't have a father.
Fortunately, he met a good teacher who gently and patiently guided him and even told the other children in the class that his father was a great hero and deserved everyone's respect.
So the rumors finally stopped, and that shameful nickname was changed to another one: "Little Hero".
And the creator of this name is now drinking milk in front of him.
Under Jiang Wanwan's leadership, he was called "Little Hero" for six years.
Lu Dachuan, who was not to be outdone, also gave Jiang Wanwan a nickname, "Fragrant Beauty," because she was pretty from a young age and always smelled nice. All the children in the class loved to play with her.
Perhaps Lu Dachuan's words made Jiang Wanwan understand, because she smiled brightly and said to Lu Dachuan, "Thank you, little hero."
Thank you to him for helping her resolve her inner conflict, and thank you for the chocolate milk.
Sometimes, she couldn't even figure out what her dilemma was. But Lu Dachuan was always able to accurately grasp the key point and then explain it to her in just a few words.
"You're welcome, beautiful lady." A smile appeared in Lu Dachuan's eyes as he turned his head and looked out the window at the night view with the woman.
The next day, Jiang Wanwan arrived at school with dark circles under her eyes.
She glanced in Lu Dachuan's direction and found that he was acting as if nothing had happened, still full of energy, smugly crossing his legs.
Sigh, it's true that different people have different fates.
I chatted with Lu Dachuan at the convenience store until too late last night. If it weren't open 24 hours, the owner probably would have kicked us out long ago.
During the break between classes, Lu Meng noticed that Jiang Wanwan seemed listless and said understandingly, "Wanwan, you can rest in the office for a while. I'll watch the exercises for you. I have to go anyway."
Hearing Lu Meng's words, Jiang Wanwan was very moved, but still politely declined.
"Master, I'm fine, I just slept a little late last night."
She is a homeroom teacher, and supervising the morning exercises is one of her responsibilities.
She stood up, put on a sun-protective shirt, and prepared to go downstairs with Lu Meng.
Lu Meng knew that these new teachers were full of enthusiasm, so he didn't stop them too much and walked to the office with Jiang Wanwan with a smile.
After they left, Ren Jie and Ren He, who had just finished their work, began to pack their things and prepare to go downstairs.
Ren He noticed that Ren Jie was wearing sneakers today, which, combined with his casual short-sleeved shirt, made him look more and more like a leisurely person waiting to retire, even though he was only in his forties.
"Master, when will you teach me something real?" Ren He hesitated for a long time before finally asking.
Jiang Wanwan successfully resolved the student suicide incident and received unanimous praise from everyone; Lu Dachuan made rapid progress under Hu Lingling's strict supervision; Tie Shengnan, at Shu Yi's suggestion, is also reportedly going to start an art group.
It seems he's the only one who hasn't made much progress, which is making Ren He, who is always diligent and hardworking, a little anxious.
Ren Jie, who was drinking tea, paused, spat out the tea leaves he had accidentally swallowed, and said leisurely, "Mastering your professional knowledge is more important than anything else. In the end, results will speak for themselves."
But when will the results be available? The most recent exam was also a monthly exam, and Ren He felt that he had fallen far behind others.
He spoke somewhat urgently, "Master! I..."
Seeing that the young man was still not giving up, Ren Jie patted him on the shoulder and smiled with narrowed eyes like a Maitreya Buddha, "Really want to learn something real?"
"real!"
"Alright, you'll follow me later, and I'll secretly teach you."
Upon hearing this, Ren He's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly followed Ren Jie's footsteps, and the two of them arrived at the playground together.
The red rubber track is marked with white lines, with each lap decreasing in size, carrying the youth of generation after generation.
The resounding slogans echoed through the sky, brimming with youthful energy.
Most of the teachers stood on the green lawn in the middle, seemingly supervising the students running laps, but actually also taking a break to get some fresh air and relax.
Ren He looked at Ren Jie, who was chatting in a group across from him, and his fingers, which were hanging down his trouser seam, twitched. He felt a little anxious.
Finally, Ren Jie stepped out of the crowd and waved to Ren He.
Upon seeing this, Ren He immediately ran over.
The gloom in my heart dissipated, replaced by great anticipation.
"Master, please enlighten me." Ren He asked humbly, his bright eyes filled with longing.
This time, Ren Jie didn't try to be mysterious. Instead, he raised his hands and held them in mid-air, then looked at Ren He as if waiting.
"Little River, what are you standing there for? Follow my example."
Seeing his master's strange behavior, Ren He paused for a moment before speaking after two seconds: "Oh... okay."
He was completely baffled, mimicking Ren Jie's actions, not knowing what the other party's intention was.
Seeing Ren He's actions, Ren Jie smiled and started doing stretching exercises. First, he stretched his arms, then twisted his waist, and finally did a set of high knees.
"Good health is the foundation of success. Without a strong physique, everything else is in vain," Ren Jie said while exercising.
There's always an emphasis on strengthening physical education, but how many teachers are actually exercising on the entire playground?
If teachers don't lead by example and just keep shouting slogans at students, how can they possibly be convincing?
"When you reach my age, you'll understand the importance of health," Ren Jie said to his young apprentice.
"Let's go for a couple of laps together."
He bounced twice in place, signaling Ren He to follow, and then ran onto the rubber track.
Ren He stared in disbelief at the scene, never expecting that this was the experience his master had been talking about.
"Little River, come quick!"
"Oh, coming, Master."
At this moment, two more people joined the magnificent training team on the track, the old man and the young man appearing particularly harmonious.
Over here, Jiang Wanwan was standing near the white soccer goal, listening to several female teachers talking about their students.
Suddenly, one of the history teachers looked at Jiang Wanwan and said, "By the way, Ms. Jiang, Pu Yuan in your class always writes novels during class. Can you talk to her about that?"
"That's right, she even wrote it in my class, and I told her several times but it didn't work."
"Hey, she was in my class too!"
Several teachers, as if they had found their tribe, took turns chattering and tattling to Jiang Wanwan.
Pu Yuan?
In Jiang Wanwan's memory, she was an exceptionally obedient child who was very active in Chinese class and never lost focus.
With so many subject teachers saying the same thing, Jiang Wanwan was unsure what to do.
"Okay, don't worry, I'll definitely talk to her later."
That same day, Jiang Wanwan called Pu Yuan to her office to discuss the situation.
Pu Yuan is an adorable little girl with clear, innocent doe eyes that make people want to protect her.
"Pu Yuan, why are you writing novels in other classes?" Jiang Wanwan asked, feigning seriousness.
She didn't ask Pu Yuan "if she has written a novel," but asked in a definite tone, her purpose being to test her and prevent her from lying or making excuses.
Hearing Jiang Wanwan's certain tone, Pu Yuan indeed looked flustered.
She tugged at the cuff of her school uniform and whispered, "I find all the other classes boring, only Chinese class is the most interesting..."
Jiang Wanwan thought about it for a long time, but she still couldn't figure out that was the reason.
For a moment, she didn't know whether she should be happy or angry.
Finally, she said helplessly, "Even if you don't like other classes, you should still listen attentively. It's a matter of respect for other teachers, and besides, you'll be taking the high school entrance exam later."
"Teacher, I'm not participating. My dad said he'll send me abroad directly in the future."
Pu Yuan blinked her big eyes, her expression sincere and frank.
"..." Jiang Wanwan choked up, thinking that many wealthy parents would indeed send their children abroad in high school.
Jiang Wanwan tapped the table a few times with her fingers and said, "Bring over the novel you wrote."
"Teacher, I was wrong, please don't confiscate it!" Pu Yuan said hurriedly.
Seeing how interested the girl was in it, Jiang Wanwan smiled and said, "I won't confiscate it; I just want to take a look."
Upon hearing this, Pu Yuan's eyes widened in shock, then slowly revealed a look of joy, as if her achievements were about to be recognized.
"Teacher, please wait a moment! I'll be right back."
The girl, beaming with joy, dashed out of the office in a flash, showing just how eager she was.
Less than a minute later, the "Report!" sounded again at the door.
"Please come in," Jiang Wanwan said.
The girl eagerly pushed open the door, a pink notebook tucked into her arms.
"Teacher Jiang, how do you think my writing is?" She presented the notebook with both hands, her eyes full of expectation.
Jiang Wanwan raised an eyebrow at the girlish cover and took the notebook.
In the quiet office, the sound of pages turning was particularly clear.
With a snap, the notebook was closed, and Pu Yuan knew that everything she had written had been read by the other party.
So she held her breath and waited quietly for the other person's evaluation.
As soon as Jiang Wanwan opened the first page, she roughly guessed what Pu Yuan had written.
She writes about youthful sentimentality, and frankly, her writing is affected and mostly melodramatic.
"Your writing is full of flowery language, but the content is bland and not worth reading."
Jiang Wanwan's tone was as gentle as ever, but the words she uttered were like ice needles, piercing Pu Yuan's heart.
Pu Yuan was greatly disappointed when she saw that her work was not recognized.
"Then, teacher, how can I write better articles?"
Jiang Wanwan handed her the notebook and said, "You are still young, and your understanding and feelings are not yet profound. As you experience more things, your understanding of life will naturally be different."
"For example, when you write about friendship, you can't just write that you have many friends; you also have to write that there's always someone who can pick up half a line of your lyrics, and write about the evening breeze on the playground and the names that keep appearing in your diary..."
"However... you can read some classic works first to see how they depict the various aspects of life."
A ray of sunlight slanted in from the window, illuminating the green plants in the office.
Pu Yuan's dim eyes gradually brightened, and she listened attentively to Jiang Wanwan's advice with an extremely serious attitude.
Having received the other party's assurance that they would no longer write novels during class, Jiang Wanwan nodded and smiled slightly, "Alright, remember what you said, go back now."
After Pu Yuan left the office, Jiang Wanwan leaned back in her chair and continued preparing her lesson.
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