"Ding Kemeng, the homeroom teacher wants you to go to the office!" After handing in her Chinese homework, the class representative returned to the classroom. Because Ding Kemeng was too far away and she was too lazy to go to the back row, she had no choice but to shout.
Was she called by the homeroom teacher?
Ding Kemeng tidied up the math problems on the table, got up, and hurriedly ran to the office.
As they reached the back door, class monitor Song Xingjie returned and, seeing Ding Kemeng in such a hurry to leave, quickly stopped her.
"Ding Kemeng, where are you rushing off to? You're running so fast, be careful not to fall!"
Ding Kemeng instinctively dodged Song Xingjie's outstretched hand, straightened up, and looked up, saying, "The homeroom teacher wants me to go to the office. I'm in a bit of a hurry. Class monitor, could you please move aside?"
When his hand was dodged, Song Xingjie was a little annoyed, but when he saw Ding Kemeng's pretty face, he immediately smiled again, "Oh, is that so? Then you go first, but don't run, be careful not to fall."
A gentle smile, a gentle tone... but Ding Kemeng just couldn't like this person.
"Yes, thank you."
Song Xingjie turned his body to the side, a smile still on his face, until Ding Kemeng was out of sight.
"How disgusting! All she does is act cute and fool all the boys in the class!" The girl looked at what was happening at the back door and was a little annoyed.
"There's nothing we can do about it; she's got great grades and she's good-looking too!"
"I really don't know what's so pretty about her face. Who is she trying to fool with her act all the time, like someone's bullying her! Are the boys in the class blind?!"
"They're such good actors, we can't compare!"
...
"Teacher, did you call me?" Ding Kemeng walked into the office, looked at the back of her homeroom teacher, and asked softly.
After grading the last assignment, Wu Xin glanced at Ding Kemeng, reached into her drawer and took out a registration form, saying, "Teacher has a math competition registration form here. Fill it out, and you'll represent our class in the competition later."
Application form?
Ding Kemeng glanced at the form in her hand, somewhat puzzled: "Teacher, shouldn't the competition qualification be selected by choosing one person after a class-wide test? Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to directly assign me to participate?" Other classmates might also want to participate, so this would be considered using connections! If they knew she used connections, her classmates would probably dislike her even more.
"Just participate when I tell you to. Why are you having so many concerns? Hurry up and fill out the registration form!" The homeroom teacher was getting impatient, slamming his black pen on the desk and speaking in a harsh tone.
"Hey, Ms. Wu, why are you so angry?" The homeroom teacher of Class 10 walked over with her goji berry tea, glanced at Ding Kemeng standing to the side, and asked in confusion, "Isn't this girl the one who ranked second in your class? I remember her as a very smart and well-behaved girl. What happened? Did she make you angry?"
"Teacher Zhao, you haven't even resolved your own class's issues yet, how come you have the leisure to meddle in other people's class affairs!" Wu Xin rolled her eyes at Zhao Qian, feeling quite displeased. In the past, every homeroom teacher in Xiushui was a senior, experienced teacher. When did a teacher who had just graduated become qualified to be a homeroom teacher?!
He was leading the infamous Class 10 in their school. If Class 10 was the black sheep of Xiushui, then Zhao Qian was the leader of this black sheep!
"Uh..." Zhao Qian was a little embarrassed after being rebuffed. He coughed twice to cover his embarrassment, then left with his cup.
Seeing Zhao Qian walk away awkwardly, another teacher who also taught Class 10 quickly stepped forward and whispered, "Teacher Zhao, don't mind Wu Xin. That's just how she is. She looks down on Class 10 and all the teachers in Class 10 because of her seniority. She's always taught the top class, Class 1, and she's arrogant and doesn't respect anyone. We've all been bullied by her in the office. You'll get used to it."
"Is that so..." Zhao Qian glanced at Ding Kemeng again, and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. Students these days have it tough!
"Teacher, I don't want to fill out the form. I want to compete fairly with my classmates." She didn't like the teacher's practice of directly naming her, as it was unfair to the others.
Wu Xin was already annoyed by the inexplicable remark from the Class 10 homeroom teacher, and Ding Kemeng's continued defiance only fueled her anger. "If you don't want to participate, fine. This is such a good opportunity, and you don't want it. You're really young and naive! Fine, go ahead. I'll give this spot to someone else, so don't even think about it anymore!" She had seen plenty of students like Ding Kemeng. They were good at studying at the beginning of the semester, but then they relied on their good looks to date at school instead of studying. They dreamed of becoming a phoenix from humble beginnings, lacking any ambition, and in the end, they would only ruin themselves!
She gave her such a great opportunity, but she didn't know how to cherish it. In the end, she had no chance. Don't blame her, the homeroom teacher, for not treating everyone equally!
"Teacher, I'll go back to class now." Hearing that her homeroom teacher no longer wanted her to fill out the form, Ding Kemeng breathed a sigh of relief, put the form back on her desk, bowed slightly, and turned to leave.
"Teacher, is the geography teacher here?" Ding Kemeng had just left Tang Zhizhou when she pushed open the office door and shouted into the quiet office.
Zhao Qian sighed. He didn't know the difference until he compared them. The contrast was truly shocking. Look at the little girl from Class 1 who just left, and then look at Tang Zhizhou from their class now. It's like night and day!
"Teacher, teacher! Is the geography teacher here?" Tang Zhizhou was still waving two self-criticisms in his hand, which were swinging in the air.
"Stop yelling. The geography teacher isn't here. Just put your apology letter on my desk, and I'll give it to your geography teacher for you later," Zhao Qian said helplessly, rolling his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Tang Zhizhou quickly placed the letter of apology on Zhao Qian's desk and said with a smile, "Here you go, teacher, don't peek!"
"Who peeked at your self-criticism, you brat!" Zhao Qian laughed and tried to hit Tang Zhizhou, but Tang Zhizhou nimbly dodged it, made a face at Zhao Qian, and left the office with a grin.
Wu Xin looked at the commotioning Tang Zhizhou, snorted coldly, and made a few sarcastic remarks in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft. Zhao Qian was not angry, smiled, and continued with his work.
No one in the office agreed with her, and Wu Xin also felt it was pointless, so she lowered her head and continued working.
A day passed quickly. After returning home, Lu Ziyin turned on her computer, logged into the game, and, as promised, led Tang Zhizhou and the other person to complete the new dungeon.
After finishing the game, Lu Ziyin took a shower, and it was already 6:30.
A knock sounded on the door, and Lu Ziyin sat up in bed: "Come in."
Soon, a small head peeked in.
"Brother, Mom is calling you for dinner. Dad is coming home today too."
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