Lu Tian was well aware of his nephew's performance on the exam; his score was indeed quite low.
He was actually quite suspicious. If it weren't for the fact that the face looked so much like his brother's when he was young, he would have suspected that his nephew had been switched at birth!
In the past hundred years, no child in the Lu family has ever had such poor academic performance as Lu Ziyin!
"I heard he's been skipping class less often lately, and he's been late less often too. Do you know why?" Mr. Lu asked, recalling the message his father had received from the homeroom teacher of Class 10 on his phone.
Actually, he didn't quite believe the news. He even suspected that Lu Ziyin had someone impersonate their homeroom teacher's phone number and send him a fake message!
"Oh, it's true. I've checked Ziyin's attendance rate, and it's definitely much higher." But while her attendance rate is higher, her engagement in class is exactly the same as before!
Lu Tian pulled out a document from somewhere, handed it to his father, and said with a smile, "Why don't you go and take a look at Class 10? Asking me all this time isn't as good as actually going to see for yourself!"
"Hmph!" Father Lu sneered twice and then fell silent.
Judging from this, she clearly has no intention of entering Class 10.
The parent-teacher meeting, which lasted for more than an hour, finally ended. Mr. Ding was planning to go home after the meeting, but as he walked to the door, he looked up and saw the nameplate on the door of Class 10. Suddenly, he remembered something.
It seems that in Xiushui, students are assigned to classes based on their rankings in each major exam!
His daughter is first in the grade this time, so shouldn't his precious child be transferred back to Class 1?
"Okay, I will." After hanging up the phone, Zhao Qian was about to return to his class.
"Um, teacher?" Ding's father stood behind Zhao Qian and quickly stepped forward to greet him after he hung up the phone.
Zhao Qian turned around and was somewhat surprised to see Ding's father: "Are you Ding Kemeng's parent?"
"Yes, teacher, I am Ding Kemeng's father."
"Oh, hello, hello." Zhao Qian smiled. "Is there something you need from me?"
Mr. Ding smiled and briefly explained his purpose to Zhao Qian.
After listening to Ding's father's words, Zhao Qian fell silent. To be honest, he didn't really want Ding Kemeng to go back to Class 1. This child was smart, diligent, and had a good personality. Since she came to Class 10, although the changes in Class 10 hadn't been particularly significant, at least the relationships among the children seemed to have improved considerably. Especially Lu Ziyin and her group, who were very attentive to Ding Kemeng.
However, he also knew that the learning atmosphere in Class 10 was really poor. Half the students were sleeping during class, and the rest were either chatting or reading extracurricular books; almost no one was actually studying properly. Given this classroom atmosphere, he felt incredibly lucky that Ding Kemeng had managed to get first place in the grade in the midterm exams!
"Actually, I think..."
Mr. Ding was so engrossed in his story that he didn't notice Zhao Qian's expression at all, and continued, "Right? The teacher also thinks my Mengmeng's grades are good, sigh... this child is just like me, so smart!"
"Th-that..."
“During the last monthly exam, my Mengmeng got sick and unexpectedly ended up in Class 10. It was fate that she was able to meet new teachers and new classmates. I think even if she goes back to Class 1 in the future, she will definitely never forget everything she experienced in Class 10. These are all the most precious memories!” Mr. Ding laughed as he spoke. “Teacher, you think so too, right?”
Zhao Qian, who hadn't uttered a single word from beginning to end, stammered, "Haha...yes, yes!" Did he dare say no? His words were cut off; he had nothing left to say, Ding Kemeng's father!
With a heavy heart, Zhao Qian agreed to Ding's father's request to transfer to another class, ended the conversation, and returned to the classroom. He called Ding Kemeng out alone, gave her the transfer application form, and told her to go to Class 1 and get it signed by the Class 1 homeroom teacher.
Ding Kemeng was stunned for a moment while holding the transfer application form. It was only after Zhao Qian urged her that she came back to her senses.
Teacher's office.
Ding Kemeng carefully pushed open the office door and slowly walked towards Wu Xin's desk.
The teachers from each class have probably just finished their meetings, so there aren't many teachers in the office yet.
A teacher from Class 4 recognized Ding Kemeng. Seeing her standing in front of Wu Xin's desk, she looked up and asked, "Are you Ding Kemeng from Class 10? Are you looking for Teacher Wu?"
"Yes, teacher," Ding Kemeng nodded and answered softly.
"Then wait a bit, she should be back soon."
Ding Kemeng nodded obediently again, took the application form, and stood quietly by the table, motionless.
After waiting for about five or six minutes, Wu Xin finally appeared in the office.
When Ding Kemeng saw Wu Xin, she greeted her politely, but Wu Xin didn't look at her and went straight to her seat.
"You're here with the exchange class application form, right? You can put it on my desk first, and I'll sign it when I have time."
Ding Kemeng felt that her former homeroom teacher might have misunderstood something, "Teacher Wu..."
"Alright, stop talking nonsense. I'm busy right now. If you don't have anything else to do, hurry up and go back!" Wu Xin didn't want to see Ding Kemeng or hear her speak at all. She hadn't liked this girl much in Class 1 before, and ever since Ding Kemeng went to Class 10 and started attending classes with those bastards, her dislike for her had only intensified!
Her former homeroom teacher is still the same as before, not listening to the students at all, and it seems like she dislikes her even more than before.
Ding Kemeng sighed inwardly and raised her voice slightly: "Teacher Wu, I'm sorry, could you please let me speak?"
“What did you say…” Wu Xin was stunned for a moment.
Ding Kemeng handed the application to Wu Xin and said with a smile, "Teacher, I don't plan to go to Class 1, so could you please sign your name in the rejection section of this application?"
"The refusal section?" Wu Xin thought she had misheard. "Say it again, what did you just say?" Asking her to sign in the refusal section? Was this a joke?
"Teacher, I said I'm not going to Class 1, so could you please sign your name in the rejection column? I'll leave as soon as you sign, and I definitely won't bother you." Anyway, Teacher Wu Xin dislikes her, so signing her name in the rejection column should be quick.
Ding Kemeng thought she would get a rejection letter soon, but instead, the letter hit her hard in the face. Ding Kemeng instinctively wanted to dodge, but she held back.
The A4 paper hit her face; it didn't hurt much, but it left her puzzled.
Wu Xin's furious voice rang in my ears: "What do you mean by this? Are you looking down on me?"
Ding Kemeng picked up the application form that had fallen to the ground, not quite understanding why Wu Xin was angry. Didn't she hate her?
"Teacher, if you just sign the refusal form, I won't appear in your class again. Why are you angry?"
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