Although Chen Manyu no longer had the timid and reserved feeling he used to have in front of Shen Qingqing, he became so nervous that his hands and feet stiffened and his eyes darted away when faced with so many people's gazes.
It was probably the third-grade homeroom teacher who was also informed by Mr. Chen Zesong that a rather special student council would be reporting for duty this year.
When the homeroom teacher, who was sitting on the podium registering students, noticed that something was wrong with Chen Manyu, he slammed his hand on the podium twice, making a loud "bang!": "What are you doing, making such a racket!"
"Everyone, start lining up! Start from this side and work your way back! Those who don't line up don't need to register! Go back and have your parents come see me tomorrow when school starts!" The third-grade homeroom teacher pointed behind Chen Manyu with a dark face.
Upon hearing that their homeroom teacher was going to ask them to meet with their parents, they all stopped looking at each other and eagerly lined up behind Chen Manyu.
The strange stares disappeared immediately. Although Chen Manyu's body was still stiff, his expression was no longer so restrained.
She glanced at her homeroom teacher with a hint of gratitude.
After losing her temper, the homeroom teacher quickly regained her composure and returned to her previous tone. Despite Chen Manyu's special circumstances, her tone was not much gentler than others; she remained completely businesslike.
Shen Qingqing's opinion of this homeroom teacher improved even more.
At the end of last semester, it was this Chinese teacher who asked her to take a test, which enabled her to successfully skip to the fourth grade.
The registration process at the primary school wasn't too complicated. After paying the fees and writing his name, Chen Manyu had to find a seat in the classroom and wait for the textbooks to be distributed.
Shen Qingqing was also going to register for herself. Before entering the fourth-grade classroom, she specifically told Chen Manyu, "After you get your books, you can wait for me in the classroom or in the corridor. Our two classrooms are very close. I'll come out to find you after I get my books."
Chen Manyu quickly pointed to the ground: "I'll wait for you here!"
He didn't want to go in and be surrounded by people again; it scared him.
Shen Qingqing nodded, not forcing him, and turned to walk into the fourth-grade classroom.
The third-grade students who had seen Shen Qingqing take the final exam last semester had a premonition that they would be in the same class as Shen Qingqing when the semester started next semester, but when they actually saw her, they were still a little dazed.
The students who hadn't noticed Shen Qingqing at the end of last semester all widened their eyes when they saw her registering. They quickly asked the people around them, "Wasn't this little genius supposed to be in the third grade? Why is she in the fourth grade?"
Some students who had just heard the news from other classmates quickly told them about what happened at the end of last semester.
"No way... This little genius skipped third grade and went straight to fourth grade. English is so difficult, how can she learn what we've been learning for a year without having to start from scratch?"
"A genius is a genius. She could learn the Chinese language knowledge that others have studied for many years when she was in first grade. What is the English she has learned in a year compared to what we have learned in a year?"
"You said if we shake hands with her or say goodbye to her during our exams, could it help us do better on the exams?"
"She's so young, if we talk to her, she'll probably agree..."
"..."
Shen Qingqing remained silent. She wanted to say that she was just short, not that she couldn't hear, and asked if it was alright for people to stand behind her and whisper about her.
The fourth-grade homeroom teacher is the same teacher who proctored the third-grade English exam at the end of last semester.
She also heard what the students behind her said, and was amused by their cute words, her eyes crinkling into crescents.
Seeing Shen Qingqing's uncomfortable expression made it even more amusing.
While stamping her passport, he whispered to Shen Qingqing, "Little genius, aren't the older brothers and sisters very interesting?"
Shen Qingqing was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a bunker and hide on the spot. After accepting the registration receipt with a red face, she said "Goodbye, teacher" and ran off the stage.
I specifically found a relatively secluded corner to sit down.
However, by the time she registered, she had already become a prominent figure in the class, so even though she found a corner to hide in, many people still glanced at her from time to time.
Even after everyone had finished registering, no one dared to sit next to her on the other side of the two-seater.
Because students at any stage have one thing in common: good students will always receive more attention from teachers.
People who don't want the teacher's attention will definitely not want to sit with good students.
After Lin Biquan finished organizing the registration booklet, he looked up and saw the situation next to Shen Qingqing. He smiled helplessly and said, "What's going on with you guys? Why are you letting Qingqing sit alone?"
"Come on, is anyone willing to sit with Qingqing?"
Shen Qingqing quickly replied, "Teacher! No need, I can sit by myself!"
“How can that be? If there were an odd number of people in the class, you could sit in a single seat if you wanted, but there are more than an odd number of people in the class right now, so how can we make an exception for you?” Lin Biquan disagreed.
Shen Qingqing opened her mouth, but said nothing.
They've already labeled me as someone who's getting special treatment, so what else can we say?
"Okay, since no one volunteers, then the teacher will take attendance." Lin Biquan reached out and took the report card from the previous semester's final exams.
"Who is Wu Fangyi?"
Apart from Shen Qingqing, everyone else in the class immediately turned to look at the person sitting in the very center of the classroom.
Wu Fangyi, with her hair tied in a high ponytail and wearing a peach-colored long dress, sat there properly.
If it weren't for Shen Qingqing, Wu Fangyi would have been the undisputed number one in their class, a position she held since first grade.
The person sitting next to her was her deskmate from third grade.
When Wu Fangyi heard the teacher call her name, she looked up at Lin Biquan expressionlessly and said directly, "Teacher, I want to sit at the same table as my current deskmate."
hiss--
Because Wu Fangyi had always been a favorite of the teachers in this class, in the eyes of her classmates, although she was aloof, she was also a top student who listened to the teachers.
Unexpectedly, on the first day back to school for fourth graders, they saw a side of a top student that they had never shown before!
Everyone looked at Lin Biquan again, and then at Shen Qingqing, who was sitting alone.
When Shen Qingqing saw everyone looking at her, she puffed out her cheeks and shrugged.
Lin Biquan composed himself, giving Wu Fangyi a long, somewhat pressure-filled look before skipping over her and calling on the next name: "Who is Lin Ziyang?"
A bespectacled boy sitting right behind Shen Qingqing closed his eyes and silently raised his hand.
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