Chapter 6: Unprecedented
If Lin Chongyang's arrogance is written on his face, and he wishes he could use a loudspeaker to play "I am the best in the world" on a loop 24 hours a day, then Luo Yan's arrogance is in his bones.
Just like Lin Chongyang and Yue Liangjie would say that others are trash, but Luo Yan would never say that.
He looks quiet, but actually he probably looks down on everything.
I look down on it, so there is no need to emphasize anything.
So being rejected by him was probably expected?
Jiang Zhao sighed slightly. She knew that Luo Yan didn't want to bet with her not because he was afraid of losing, but because he didn't think she could win at all.
Gambling without suspense is certainly boring and unnecessary.
It's really discouraging.
Jiang Zhao was discouraged, but not discouraged. She complained, "I feel despised by you."
Luo Yan was stunned for a moment and explained: "No, I just..."
Just think that Jiang Zhao will definitely not be able to pass the exam as well as him?
Luo Yan didn't know what to say.
Jiang Zhao tilted his head to look at him: "Then there's no bet, okay?"
The wind blew her hair, and the girl's eyes were clean and clear.
Luo Yan was slightly distracted and replied softly, "Okay."
Jiang Zhao lowered his head and smiled happily.
What's there to be happy about?
Luo Yan thought.
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The second period on Tuesday was math class. After the class, Wang Guoxiong assigned today's homework directly.
One of the duties of the class representative is to write the daily homework on the back blackboard.
Mingyuan No. 1 High School doesn't particularly prioritize science over liberal arts, but the vast majority of students in its key programs still choose science-focused courses. Many even make their decision to pursue science early on, disregarding politics, history, and geography from their freshman year. They wait for the provincial exam in their sophomore year, when they'll finally say goodbye to politics, history, and geography.
But the young political teacher was obviously not mentally prepared. He was so angry that his eyelids were twitching, and he interrupted the class twice to remind everyone to listen carefully.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he pointed at the math homework on the back blackboard and roared, "Who wrote this?"
The students who had their heads down stopped writing instantly, and some began to whisper.
Jiang Zhao raised his hand.
The political teacher stared at her and walked to her seat.
There were political books and notebooks on the girl's desk, on which were written the knowledge points he had just taught, with neat and beautiful handwriting.
The political science teacher's expression softened a bit, but his tone remained stern: "Come with me to the office."
The teacher was so angry that he ran away on the second day of school.
Class 1 was the first to complete a feat that no other class had accomplished.
As soon as Shi Yuan left, the classroom became noisy.
Some people were wondering what was wrong with the political teacher, and then buried their heads in working on their math, physics and chemistry exercises; some were timid and nervous, worried that they would anger the teacher and run away during their first political class, and would definitely be scolded.
Lin Chongyang sat in the last row of the third group. He turned around and patted the metal cabinet at the back of the classroom twice: "Keep quiet and study first." He ran over to Luo Yan and asked: "Are you going to find Guoxiong?"
The political teacher was dissatisfied with their class, but Jiang Zhao couldn't be blamed alone. Lin Chongyang thought about having several class committee members go together to admit their mistakes to the political teacher and at least invite the teacher back.
Luo Yan raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Did you just listen to the class?"
"No."
Lin Chongyang was so focused on preparing for the competition that he didn't even study Chinese. How could he possibly listen to the political class?
To be honest, Lin Chongyang wished that the politics, history and geography classes in the first year of high school could be cancelled. Only a few sentences were taught in a few dozen minutes, and he could memorize them after reading the textbook once. He didn't know what was so good about learning them.
He encountered a teacher who had the delusion that everyone would listen attentively, but his lectures were intermittent and he was busy scolding people. He felt that it was a waste of time to just do exercises with the teacher as background music.
I've never heard of anyone failing the politics, history, and geography exams.
Luo Yan: "I suggest you not go."
Lin Chongyang thought Luo Yan didn't want to be scolded, so he said, "If you don't go, I will go," and ran to find the political teacher.
Passing Class 2 is the large office of several teachers including Wang Guoxiong and Kong Yixian.
Shi Yuan came in and started complaining: "Teacher Wang, I can't teach your class anymore."
Wang Guoxiong has been teaching for more than ten years. As soon as Shi Yuan brought Jiang Zhao in, she knew what was going on.
It couldn't be that her class representative was dancing in the politics class and made the politics teacher angry.
It is not an exaggeration to say that teachers have a clear view of their students from the podium. Young teachers who have just started teaching carefully write today's lesson plans and make PPTs, thinking that they are well prepared and can show their skills in the province's top high schools.
But when I stood on the stage, I found that no one paid any attention to me, as if I was playing the lute to a cow. But the students below were all very diligent and studious, some doing exercises and some reading books. This was more uncomfortable than teaching in a crappy school while the students were sleeping, chatting and playing with their mobile phones. Who could resist saying a few words?
Almost every young high school politics, history and geography teacher has to go through this.
As expected, Shi Yuanda complained: "I'm giving a lecture, but no one listens. What's going on? Why don't you tell the school to cancel all political science classes?"
He asked Jiang Zhao, "Tell me, why do you write your math homework on the blackboard before politics class? How come you don't have to study politics if you're doing math homework? You guys have to study on your own, but you come to me before class, and I'm too lazy to go."
Wang Guoxiong understood that this was a veiled attack on Jiang Zhao. He blamed Jiang Zhao for writing her homework on the blackboard, but in fact he was asking her why she assigned homework before the political class.
"My classmates are new to school and they're more focused on science," Wang Guoxiong said with a smile. "But Teacher Shi Yuan is right. I'll definitely have a good talk with them. Whether they study arts or science, they all need to learn knowledge. Class representative, please apologize to the teacher on behalf of the rest of the class."
Jiang Zhao understood in his heart and lowered his head: "Teacher, this is a problem with our classmates. Please don't be angry with us."
The girl lowered her head with a sincere attitude.
Even Shi Yuan couldn't help but reflect on whether he had really gone too far. After all, it wasn't the girl's fault.
In fact, Shi Yuan regretted it the moment he walked out of the classroom. His anger was half gone after he saw Jiang Zhao's neat political notes, and it was completely gone when he walked out of the classroom. All that was left was a breath of anger.
This kind of thing happened in the first class. If you don’t ask for an explanation and go back, you really don’t need to attend political classes in the future.
So Wang Guoxiong was right. Jiang Zhao apologized and gave Shi Yuan a way out. Even if today was over, the new political teacher would know after a while that these students were all very opinionated. It was not that they didn't listen to the political class, but that few people listened to any class.
Even in math class, some students were doing competition questions.
However, plans cannot keep up with changes.
Lin Chongyang leaned over the glass and eavesdropped. He heard Shi Yuan scolding Jiang Zhao, and also heard Guoxiong asking her to apologize.
The homework was assigned by Wang Guoxiong, and it was other students who didn't attend the class. Jiang Zhao was just fulfilling her duties as a class representative. No matter how you look at it, it wasn't her fault, but she was standing here with her head down and being scolded.
So the monitor, feeling righteous, pushed them aside and rushed in: "Teacher, as the monitor, I apologize to you on behalf of the whole class. Please continue with the class."
Although you say that it is my problem, teacher, please go back to class.
However, Lin Chongyang's disdain was clearly shown on his face, and was also seen by Shi Yuan.
He remembered Lin Chongyang. He had passed by him several times intentionally or unintentionally during the whole class, but he didn't even raise his head and kept writing and drawing on the scratch paper.
Shi Yuan's anger, which had just subsided, suddenly flared up: "What class am I attending? Did you even listen? Why are you asking me to go back to class if you're not even listening?"
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