For many years, ever since they were labeled as poor students, I believe this word has never appeared in their world again.
Wherever they go, they are met with more questioning.
"This child is really polite? Impossible..."
"What kind of musical instrument can you play? You must be playing it. How can a poor student who can't even study well play a musical instrument?"
"Sensitive to numbers? Then why haven't I seen him pass math?"
Words like these almost never cease.
Gradually, these children began to close their hearts, disguised themselves with a layer of thorny shell, and turned themselves into "bad students" in the eyes of others.
But today, there is such a person who said to them, "I believe in you."
The hard shell of disguise seemed to have been lifted up a corner, and Ren Yan's warm smile seemed to really shine into their hearts.
The darkness was being dispelled, and the long-lost warmth enveloped them again.
"Teacher..." Some female students began to sob, wanting to express their emotions to their heart's content.
The boys also had serious expressions, a change from their usual playful faces.
But just when they were moved, Ren Yan spoke again:
"More importantly, I just heard what you said at the door of the classroom."
"How was it? You all did well in the exam."
As soon as these words were spoken, the students were instantly choked to death, and the emotions that they had finally built up were forcibly suppressed.
They all rolled their eyes at Ren Yan and raised their middle fingers in their hearts.
The atmosphere is already so tense, if you don't tell the truth and let us be moved, you will die!
Then, they looked at each other and spoke in unison:
"No, it's very bad, wait for death!"
Ren Yan wanted to cry but had no tears:
"No way, sir~"
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