Before class, the class representatives of each subject were responsible for collecting the homework. They all tacitly passed by Lan Shuang and did not ask her for the homework.
Lan Shuang: “…”
She called out to the person: "Wait a moment."
Several class representatives looked over warily. Lan Shuang reluctantly picked up her workbook from the table and handed it over: "Here, I have my homework for every subject."
Several people looked at the brand new exercise book in her hand in surprise, and looked at each other in disbelief.
Lan Shuang reflected deeply and realized that the original owner's popularity seemed to be really bad.
No one was willing to believe her.
She stood up and handed the workbooks one by one to the person in charge of the subject, saying with a smile, "Don't go around me in the future. I will hand in my homework on time. Thank you."
Her attitude suddenly became so gentle that several people were flattered and said, "No...you're welcome."
The Chinese class representative was a fair-skinned boy. He pushed his thick glasses and said to Lan Shuang with satisfaction, "Knowing that studying hard is progress, Lan Shuang, I have confidence in you."
Lan Shuang: “…”
What's with your general tone as a class teacher?
Qin Zhou turned around and waved at her. Lan Shuang leaned closer, puzzled. "What's wrong?"
Qin Zhou asked quietly, "Where did you copy the answer from?"
Lan Shuang closed her eyes with difficulty: "I didn't copy it, I wrote it myself."
Qin Zhou sneered: "I don't believe it. How long has it been since you last studied? Can you keep up with those things?"
Lan Shuang: “…”
She really couldn't keep up, so she stumbled and wrote until late at night! But how to explain this?
"I……"
As soon as she opened her mouth, the bell rang. Qin Zhou spoke quickly, "Sister, please give me the answers after class. Our homeroom teacher is so cruel. He confiscated our exercise books at the beginning of the school year and only gave them to us after he had torn up all the answers."
Lan Shuang: “…”
What about trust between people? She really doesn't have an answer!
The first class was taught by the head teacher. Their head teacher’s surname was Tie, which was a relatively rare surname. Combined with the popular internet meme, everyone called him Lao Tie without any regard for age.
Lao Tie is in his thirties, wearing the simplest black-framed glasses and having the strongest muscles, but he has a motherly heart and is so gentle that it is hard to resist. Even if Sun Wukong comes to this class, he can make him lose his skin.
He walked in with the textbooks and lesson plans under his arms, striding briskly and standing on the podium in high spirits, like a small mountain.
"Attend class!"
"stand up--"
"Hello, teacher..."
Everyone was listless early in the morning. Lao Tie looked around and said, "Alright, alright, sit down. We are all the future flowers of the motherland. How can you be so listless?"
"The flowers of the motherland are bent down by homework." Squad leader Cui Hao howled.
My friend laughed, "Is there a lot of homework?"
"Yes, teacher, it seriously affects our rest. Can you talk to other teachers to reduce our workload?"
Qin Zhou continued, smiling, "Of course it would be better if we could not keep him."
Lao Tie shook his head decisively. "That won't work. You still need to do the necessary homework to help you consolidate your studies. Kids, you're in your second year of high school now. It's only the first semester, but think about it. The seniors upstairs have already started studying for the college entrance exam. This time next year, we'll be moving upstairs. If you don't work hard now, the debt you owe will only grow..."
When he got excited, he started dancing and pinching everyone's noses to force chicken soup into them.
Qin Zhou silently slapped his mouth, leaned back, and whispered to Lan Shuang, "Look at my broken mouth. I shouldn't have given him the chance to show off."
Lan Shuang couldn't help laughing. She hadn't felt such a vibrant campus life for a long time. She had a long-lost sense of passion.
Suddenly I felt that it would be nice to do it again.
However, her smile was caught by Lao Tie on the podium. Lao Tie knew Lan Shuang's situation best. When the child turned around, he had a good chat with her mother. Knowing what their family had experienced, he felt quite sympathetic towards the child.
At first he tried to talk to Lan Shuang and enlighten her, but she was very resistant. Lao Tie had no choice but to stop paying too much attention to her for fear of poking at her scars and irritating her spirit. However, she didn't want to study or live a good life, and started playing with that group of unlearned children.
He tried to call Lan Shuang's mother, but at that time her mother was too busy and did not come back from abroad, so she could not help. Lao Tie saw it and was worried. He wanted to help Lan Shuang, but he didn't know where to start, especially since he was a male class teacher. If he didn't know how to handle female students well, misunderstandings would easily occur.
Therefore, he could only observe secretly during this period of time. When he saw Lan Shuang smile today, he was quite surprised and felt that this child could still be saved. He wanted to call Lan Shuang's name, but was afraid that she would feel embarrassed. Lao Tie thought about it, gave Lan Shuang a gentle and encouraging look, then stopped the topic and started teaching.
Lan Shuang received this look and felt warm in her heart.
I was extremely serious in class, taking notes while listening.
Lao Tie is a Chinese teacher. He is thoughtful and his lectures are lively and interesting. He tells historical stories from time to time. The classroom atmosphere is excellent and Lan Shuang quickly got into the mood.
When Lao Tie came down, he found that Lan Shuang had made a lot of annotations on the book. He nodded with great satisfaction and said, "The handwriting is very good and has a lot of style."
Lan Shuang looked up and smiled at him. Lao Tie's heart moved and he whispered, "Come to my office after class and I'll talk to you, okay?"
Lan Shuang nodded without hesitation: "Okay."
…
After class, Lan Shuang followed Lao Tie to the office. They were in Class 2. When they passed by Class 3, they happened to meet the head teacher of Class 3 coming out. The head teacher of Class 3 was also a man, his surname was Zhang. Coincidentally, he and Lao Tie were from the same school, so they were brothers in the same school. Lao Tie was older than him.
Maybe it was because of this that Teacher Zhang always liked to compete with Lao Tie, from students to grades, everything had to be compared with Lao Tie. It happened that Lao Tie's class was doing well before, and there was a student named Qin Zhou who was one of the best students in the grade. The class average score was always higher than that of Class Three. Lao Zhang was secretly jealous and gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do until Lan Shuang came over and lowered the score of the entire Class Two by her own efforts.
Now Old Zhang has a chance to show his abilities.
His gaze fell on Lan Shuang, and even though he tried hard to hide it, a hint of disdain still appeared in his eyes. "Senior Brother, are you talking to a student again?"
He held his textbook, sighed, and walked forward side by side with them. He said in a very provocative manner, "This kid is so hot. No matter how much you try to persuade him, it's useless. His parents have given up. Why are you still interfering so much? You're just making yourself uncomfortable."
(End of this chapter)
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