"What are you making a fuss about? We are doing this for your own good!"
The head teacher suddenly became angry and yelled at the students below, saying that instead of studying hard, they just made trouble. If they were not satisfied, they could just stop studying. Didn’t they come here to study?
"You're exploiting us under the pretext of doing us good. Study hard, study hard, study hard every day. There are piles of reference books, each costing fifty or sixty star coins. You keep studying, and sooner or later you'll become a fool!"
Liang Rumo's views were particularly negative. She didn't like school at all. She preferred another kind of education, practical education, where students would be self-reliant and all skills would be acquired through practice.
The education here is all exam-oriented, and exam-oriented education does not produce students just for the sake of passing the test. Her family all knows the principle of teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, and she doesn't believe that the school doesn't know it.
"Classmate Liang Rumo, are you stupid? We are doing this for your own good, so that you can have a good job and a good education in the future. You hate me now, but when you enter society, you will find that we are the best, and you will regret not studying hard."
The head teacher persuaded Liang Rumo with both emotion and reason. If it weren't for Liang Rumo's prominent family, how could Liang Rumo have been able to enter their school with just over 100 points.
They only got in because they donated a teaching building. It’s better not to teach students like this.
"There's something fundamentally wrong with your teaching. I believe you understand this better than I do. I admit that your teaching level and enrollment rate are very high, but don't forget that your suicide rate is over 80% of that elsewhere."
Liang Rumo brought up this matter frankly. Many people were amazed at the admission rate of their No. 1 Middle School, but not many people saw the death rate of their No. 1 Middle School.
Behind the glamour and beauty there is sometimes bloody pain.
There is no such thing as a genius academy. Some of them are just exam-oriented education.
The story of calling a deer a horse is also good. When many people take it seriously, the false will become true. It is not uncommon for people to just follow the crowd.
After Liang Rumo brought up this matter, the head teacher's face suddenly became serious. This matter was a taboo in the school and was not allowed to be discussed. The reputation of their school could not be ruined.
"You can stay as long as you want. I won't waste my time here anyway. The family has informed me that the memory chip is complete. I only need the chip to inherit those useless things when I go back."
Liang Rumo just checked the message on his communicator. It was a notification from his family, informing him that he would go back in a few days. The school had already made arrangements, and his academic qualifications were still there, so he didn't need to worry about it.
"Liang Rumo, don't be so presumptuous. Do you look like a student?"
The head teacher was so angry that he ran to Liang Rumo, but Liang Rumo spoke even more excitedly. In StarCraft, you can choose to study in school or inherit your memory. These are all voluntary choices.
But some old-fashioned people were against this, probably for their own interests. Finally, StarCraft took the measure of studying in the academy.
"Don't be so disgusting. The things in school are ridiculously expensive and the quality is terrible. I don't know how the school advertises that academic performance is the basis of a student's status. I'm not satisfied with the school in the first place. There are people who jump off buildings before. Do you really think you can hide this?"
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