Seeing Feng Qifan standing there in a daze, Teacher Yan smiled and said, "Take it. This is a calligraphy copybook that I wrote stroke by stroke and then had someone help me make."
Upon hearing this, Feng Qifan immediately realized how precious the calligraphy copybook was. He quickly reached out and took it, saying, "Thank you, Teacher Yan. This calligraphy copybook is so valuable. How about I have my dad come and pay for it for you?"
When Teacher Yan heard that Feng Qifan wanted to call his father, he was instantly startled.
I recall Feng Haidong's kind smile that lasted the entire day.
Teacher Yan was actually a little afraid of seeing him again.
"No need, no need to ask your dad to pay. This is a gift from Teacher Yan. Teacher Yan hopes you can practice your handwriting well. Remember, people judge a person by their handwriting first. If your handwriting is not good, you will suffer in some important exams in the future."
After hearing what his homeroom teacher said, Feng Qifan became even more excited.
He hugged the calligraphy book in his hands, bowed earnestly to his homeroom teacher, and said, "Thank you, Teacher Yan. I will definitely practice my calligraphy diligently."
Teacher Yan smiled and said, "Don't mention it. Are you going home by yourself?"
Feng Qifan said, "Yes, I always go home by myself. My home is in the staff quarters next to the vegetable market across from the school, so it's not far. My parents work very far away, so they don't have time to pick me up."
Teacher Yan locked her office drawer and said, "Okay, let's go together then."
It was the first time Feng Qifan had walked home with his homeroom teacher, and he was especially flattered to receive a calligraphy copybook from her.
Feng Qifan was thinking that he should tell his parents about this when he got home; they would definitely be happy.
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