Children don't usually have any really bad intentions; at most, they might tell people not to play with them. They don't harbor any serious malice. However, it's common for them to form cliques and isolate one person.
Xie Wan'er was a good student with excellent grades and a good family background. She was a model student in the eyes of her teachers. Furthermore, she was in poor health, so her teachers paid extra attention to her.
This Xie Qingqing, who suddenly transferred here, was said to be the Xie family's newly found heiress, but she seemed timid and submissive, and her grades had been poor; she just didn't seem presentable. Such a student is easily overlooked by teachers.
Students definitely prefer to play with classmates they already know. While they may be curious about new classmates, they may also feel a bit resistant.
However, not all children are the same. Some like to play with Xie Wan'er, while others don't.
"Qingqing, you got this question wrong. You need to do it this way," Xie Qingqing's deskmate, Zhang Yan, said, leaning over. Zhang Yan was a good student, so she could tell at a glance whether the question was answered correctly or not.
Xie Qingqing blushed slightly, her fingers nervously gripping the pencil, and she whispered, "I'm sorry." It was an unconscious action; she hadn't thought about why she was apologizing.
Perhaps it was because she had made mistakes in her homework and been punished by standing on the podium several times, or perhaps she couldn't bear to look into the other person's disappointed eyes; it seemed that only after she apologized would that look disappear. All of this stemmed from her inferiority complex.
"It's okay, I can teach you." Zhang Yan didn't like Xie Wan'er; she always felt that the person had bad eyesight and gave off a bad vibe. She couldn't say she liked this new deskmate, but they were deskmates after all, and it was normal for classmates to help each other.
"Look, you have to calculate this first, then this. Try calculating it, isn't that right? And you overlooked this part, so the answer you got is wrong."
Xie Qingqing listened attentively, without any perfunctory attitude, and took everything the other person to heart. Looking at her own solution, she realized it was incorrect, so she erased it completely and rewrote it.
"Is this right?" She held up her workbook and looked at her deskmate cautiously and expectantly.
Zhang Yan checked carefully and nodded. "That's right. Your foundation doesn't seem to be very strong. If you have any questions in the future, you can ask me. That's why the teacher arranged our seats this way."
High-achieving students can mentor and guide lower-achieving students. This seems harmless, but it's actually quite problematic. What if the struggling student leads the high-achieving student astray? Is that a good thing for the high-achieving student? It's simply sacrificing one person's interests to gamble on the future of two.
However, Xie Qingqing is certainly not a bad student; she just has a weak foundation and can't keep up with the pace. Her attitude towards learning is very good, and if she puts in a little more effort, she might not necessarily do poorly in her studies.
Her opportunity to go to school was arranged by the village leaders through the mother of a human trafficker. They dared to ignore national policies, and since children's schooling is a major event, they had to make sure she got those nine years of education no matter what.
But when she started school was decided by her adoptive mother. Often, she would be left to go to school after working at home for a long time. The earliest she was late was only ten minutes or so. Before that, she was always a whole class late, arriving at school just before the second class was about to start.
The school was also helpless about this, because they knew her family situation and couldn't say anything. Elementary schools don't usually expel students. She's a normal child, not bipolar or a threat to others; she's just late, so they turned a blind eye.
This greatly delayed her study time, so she struggled with her studies for four years. She could understand what was in the textbook, but once she looked away from the textbook, she had great difficulty comprehending it. Without a solid foundation, she would definitely suffer greatly later on.
"Can I ask you something else?" Xie Qingqing hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage to ask, though her voice was very soft and she sounded very unconfident.
Zhang Yan didn't hear clearly at first because the classroom was quite noisy. She only understood after asking again, "Sure, whatever you want to ask, I'll tell you what I know. If you don't know, you'll have to ask the teacher."
Ask the teacher? Children are all afraid of teachers, especially self-conscious children like Xie Qingqing, who dares not look the teacher in the eye. But she understands how important studying is, and for her future, she can only force herself to be strong.
"How do I do this problem? I'm not sure."
"This one is simple, just like the one I taught you before. See, if you apply this to the problem, isn't it almost the same type of question? If you pay a little attention, you can actually solve these questions; they're not that difficult."
It's not really difficult; even elementary school isn't that hard. But things get really difficult after you get to middle school. If you bend down to pick up a pen, you'll have no idea what the teacher is talking about when you stand up. High school is even more confusing; you can't even understand the meaning of the textbook.
Therefore, the foundation must be solid. If the foundation of a house is not solid, it will collapse sooner or later.
Xie Wan'er looked up and saw two little heads huddled together. Although neither of them smiled, it was clear they got along very well. One was explaining the problem attentively, and the other was listening intently.
Suddenly remembering something, she stood up and walked over to Xie Qingqing. "Sister, is there something you don't understand? Why don't you ask me? Although I'm not the top student in the grade, my grades are pretty good. Don't you consider me your little sister?"
She was about to cry as she spoke.
Xie Qingqing held the pen, unsure how to explain, and could only remain silent. She disliked this younger sister, and didn't want her, but she couldn't lie, so she could only express her thoughts through silence.
Zhang Yan was a little annoyed to be interrupted halfway through explaining the problem, and her gaze towards Xie Wan'er became even more displeased. "We were just having a nice discussion, what are you doing here? If you want to explain, you can." She pushed the workbook forward.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xie Wan'er couldn't very well refuse, so she smiled confidently and leaned over to explain to everyone how to answer the questions.
"This is very simple. The teacher has explained it many times in class. Sister, you need to listen in class and not daydream all the time. If you keep doing this, Mom and Dad will definitely not like you. You can't even do such a simple question correctly. You will disappoint them."
There was no solution to the problem, but a lot of criticism.
Unfortunately, the others didn't notice the problem and thought it was just a younger sister genuinely caring for her older sister.
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