Chapter 8: Grade 9 Class Teacher, Feng Ying
Feng Ying was shocked to see Zhang Wanwan so readily handing the test paper to the boy. "Wanwan, you've changed! Didn't you hate it when others copied your homework? Or are you inhumane to the opposite sex? You didn't even give me the test paper when I asked you for it!"
Feng Ying stared at Zhang Wanwan accusingly, making Zhang Wanwan laugh and cry, "Isn't this because I don't want to get involved? Believe it or not, if I say no, they can go ask the team leader for a copy, and the result will be the same!"
Feng Ying choked. Come to think of it, those people were so despicable that they had no bottom line, and their skins were thicker than city walls. Even if they were rejected, they would not understand and would continue to do as they pleased. If they had to copy, they would still copy. If they couldn't copy, they would find ways to copy. This would definitely exceed their imagination.
After a small episode, Zhang Wanwan's surroundings suddenly became quiet. Of course, it was not because those classmates had become obedient, but because they were so exhausted from copying the eight papers. If they did not work hard, the head teacher would make them suffer. The few people who were writing hard just did whatever they wanted on the liberal arts papers, as long as they wrote what looked like they had content.
After those people stopped making noise, Zhang Wanwan also calmed down and continued to open her textbook to recite. Not long after, her head teacher came in with the clacking of high heels.
The head teacher was a newly married female teacher who was less than 30 years old. She had a good figure and average looks, and wore a pair of thick glasses on her nose. Her sharp eyes seemed to make people see through everything and no secrets could be hidden from her. Those people who were frantically copying the papers before quickly put them in the drawer and started working secretly.
"Ahem." The head teacher cleared his throat and lazily taught those students who didn't study well. He looked at the ceiling and said with three parts of arrogance and seven parts of sternness: "In three months, the high school entrance examination will be held. The nine-year compulsory education can only guarantee you the last three months at most. If you don't work hard, you will have to go out into the society after the high school entrance examination. What can you do at such a young age? Go to a construction site to move bricks or be an apprentice? I have already said how difficult society is. I will not repeat the clichés today. You just need to remember that studying and taking exams are for your own benefit and have nothing to do with the teacher. In three months, we will go our separate ways. If you live well in the future, I can't take advantage of you. If you live poorly, it has nothing to do with me. Why do I take so much trouble to urge you to study? I just hope that you can walk on a bright road!"
With a bang, the head teacher's textbook fell heavily on the podium. She stared sharply at the boy next to Zhang Wanwan. The boy was still copying frantically with his head down, without any alertness at all.
Zhang Wanwan really wanted to hold her forehead with her hand.
The head teacher yelled, "Ding Juncai! What are you doing? Hand over the things in your desk! You don't study all day, and you act like a little gangster. What can you achieve in the future? You've wasted the name your parents gave you!"
"Puff!" The whole class couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Zhang Wanwan felt that her head teacher had a sharp tongue, but was inexplicably humorous, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Feng Ying, who was standing beside her, had already fallen on the table with laughter, but because of the presence of the head teacher, she did not dare to be too presumptuous. After laughing, she sat up straight and behaved like a good student again.
The head teacher waited until the class quieted down before continuing, "I don't care what you guys are like, you all have to keep your skins tight for the next three months. If anyone lags behind the class in the city mock exam, I'll break his legs!"
Although it was just a joke, the students couldn't help but feel their hearts skip a beat. That witch of a head teacher wouldn't really beat them. Just giving them a few more papers and making them stay after class would be enough to make them suffer.
As a side note, the head teacher started to let the class monitor organize morning reading and picked out a few troublemakers to recite. Not surprisingly, the worst of them couldn't even recite an ancient poem clearly, while the better ones recited it haltingly and were not proficient at all. The head teacher was almost mad at himself. As a result, on the first class on Monday, their class became a beautiful landscape in the corridor. Outside the corridor stood a group of non-mainstream teenagers with mousse in their hair, each holding a textbook in their hands and muttering to themselves, which looked weird no matter how you looked at them.
The head teacher was explaining the test paper while keeping an eye on the outside. He felt that it was too much for his eyes and shouted angrily, "If I see your hair sticking up in the air again, I will pour a basin of hot water on you!"
The good students burst into laughter again, and the male students who stayed in the classroom and put mousse on their hair wanted to crawl under the table, fearing that the head teacher would get angry and punish them.
As the bell rang, the noisy first class finally ended.
Feng Ying heaved a sigh of relief, then collapsed to the ground, complaining to Zhang Wanwan feebly, "Why do I feel like my teacher is out of control today? She had a dead look on her face as soon as she entered the class, and she didn't smile at all during the entire class. What a terrible menopausal woman!"
Zhang Wanwan was about to speak when she heard some noise from the other side and turned back subconsciously. She saw Ding Juncai rushing from the corridor to his seat like the wind and blatantly copying papers. She was about to cry, "Who the hell gave me so much homework? I don't want to live anymore! What should I do if I can't finish copying?"
Seeing his miserable state, Feng Ying's spirits improved a lot. She looked gloating and teased Ding Juncai for a few words before she said to Zhang Wanwan seriously, "My parents know the leaders of Yucai Middle School. As long as I get the score they set, I can get in. Wanwan, you have such good grades, it shouldn't be a problem. We can be together again when we both go to Yucai Middle School."
Feng Ying had beautiful thoughts, but Zhang Wanwan knew that was not the case. In their previous life, they both got admitted to Yucai Middle School, but were not assigned to the same class. Feng Ying's family knew the school leaders, and her parents directly put her in the class of the rich second generation and the political second generation. She had a new good friend. When they were in the first year of high school, they could still get together and talk every now and then. But when they were divided into classes in the second year of high school, they seldom met because of the heavy academic workload. The friendship between the girls was pure and fragile, and could not withstand too many tests, especially the test of time. By the third year of high school, the two had almost no intersection, and only occasionally met on the road and said hello.
Moreover, Feng Ying entered a circle that was beyond her reach, and became competitive. She had many little thoughts of her own, and only made friends with rich people. Naturally, she would gradually become estranged from friends like her who had ordinary family backgrounds.
But they had already agreed to go to Yucai Middle School together. Zhang Wanwan hesitated for a moment and finally nodded, but she had made up her mind that she would not go to Yucai Middle School. But she would not go back on her word in front of Feng Ying. Children of this age are still immature and their worldview is either black or white. She would not care what your reasons are. She would only think that if you agreed to something but changed your mind at the last minute, there would definitely be a rift in your friendship. Thinking that less trouble is worse than more, Zhang Wanwan remained silent.
(End of this chapter)
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