Chapter 32: What Are You Telling Her For? p3
Seeing Zhou Zhiru agree so readily, a smile appeared on Yang Yijun’s face. “Jingya got sixth in her class and twentieth in the grade in this monthly exam. She feels that she didn’t do well and is sad. The child is very competitive, and the students in the key class are all top students. Even her homeroom teacher said that if she maintains her grades, she will definitely be able to get into No. 1 High School. This child feels that twentieth in the entire grade is a disgrace and is unwilling to talk about it at home. She even wants to have extra classes on the weekend.”
“Jingya is smart and studious. If she has that kind of ambition, then find a good teacher for her,” Zhou Zhiru said, a look of joy on his face, just like a proud father hearing that his child had gotten good grades.
After evening self-study, Zhou Wanfeng first went back to the attic to change her clothes, then went down to the study with her backpack. In the study, she and Yun Jingya discussed the test papers from their two schools, went over the difficult problems, and then reviewed the new lessons for a while. Seeing that it was almost twelve o’clock, the two of them packed up and went to bed.
Zhou Wanfeng returned to the attic, only to see Zhou Zhiru sitting on the terrace outside, smoking.
Hearing her footsteps, he extinguished his cigarette and stood up, his face cold and grim. He looked her up and down, then said in a low, sarcastic voice, “You should handle the series of troubles that have arisen from a sports coach coming to the house yourself. She wants you to transfer to a sports school. If you’re not willing, then you should find a way to stop it yourself,” he said, making it clear that he would not help with this matter.
With that, Zhou Zhiru turned and went downstairs.
Zhou Wanfeng looked up at the starry night sky, her fists clenched silently.
A small wind was blowing in the morning. It was noticeably colder during the morning exercises. Many students had zipped up their school uniforms to the top and didn’t dare to roll up their pant legs.
You know if you’re cold or not. The ones who still left their zippers open, their faces pale with cold, were the ones who were missing a few screws.
Zhou Wanfeng’s expression was as cold as the wind outside. Her icy gaze was like a small knife, wanting to stab everyone she saw. During morning self-study, the people in the class were extremely well-behaved.
The fourth period in the morning was a self-study period.
Sun Mulan called Zhou Wanfeng out.
The monthly exam summary meeting had been held in all the classes. The news that Zhou Wanfeng from First Grade, Class Nine had gotten fourth in the entire grade had spread throughout all the classes.
A total score of 707. Amazing.
After the grade director had checked Zhou Wanfeng’s test papers for each subject, he had personally gone to find Du Yong’an from the political and educational affairs office.
“Cheating? Impossible, impossible. I and Wang Chenggang proctored the two-day exam for First Grade, Class Nine. No one cheated under my nose. Not even copying from the book or peeking,” Du Yong’an said. The students of First Grade, Class Nine were too lazy to even do the problems they knew how to do, and just lay on their desks and slept. He was so angry he could have exploded.
Zhou Wanfeng? She was the focus of his proctoring. While the other students were sleeping, not even knowing if their pens had fallen on the floor, he could see the few who were doing the test paper clearly.
Cheating was absolutely impossible.
“Zhou Wanfeng couldn’t have cheated. I proctored the exam, I can be responsible for it. She got that score on her own. You can just say that here. Zhou Wanfeng doesn’t tolerate any nonsense. You say she cheated? You’re the one who’s wrong for even suspecting her. Let’s just end this matter here. This student, Zhou Wanfeng, is like a hedgehog. She’ll prick you even if you don’t provoke her. And you suspect her of cheating without any evidence?” Du Yong’an really didn’t want to deal with Zhou Wanfeng at all. You couldn’t figure out her moves, and she could even get a hold of you.
With Du Yong’an’s words, the grade director’s concerns were completely dispelled. So he had Sun Mulan call Zhou Wanfeng over.
The grade director then called over the homeroom teacher of Class Two, Teacher Yuan Hongying.
Sun Mulan brought Zhou Wanfeng in. Zhou Wanfeng looked around with a puzzled expression, not understanding.
“Zhou Wanfeng, first of all, congratulations on getting fourth place in the grade in this monthly exam. You must continue to study hard in the future. The school, considering the class atmosphere and discipline problems in First Grade, Class Nine, feels that it is not suitable for you to continue to study there, so we have decided to transfer you to First Grade, Class Two. The homeroom teacher of Class Two, Teacher Yuan, is an old teacher who has graduated many outstanding students. You will be able to study better in her class.”
A flicker of emotion crossed Zhou Wanfeng’s face. She looked at Sun Mulan. Seeing her smile and nod in confirmation, a rare smile appeared on her face. To be able to transfer to a better class to study, she was willing.
Teacher Yuan Hongying’s expression was rather serious. The nasolabial folds on her face were deep, and it was clear that she was not a teacher who smiled often. She glanced at the grade director, then looked at Zhou Wanfeng with a stern face.
She knew all about the things this female student had caused since the beginning of the school year. It was the first time she had seen such a troublesome student.
“Zhou Wanfeng, the grade director found me and the homeroom teacher of Class One and asked us who could take you in. Class One already has a lot of students, so the grade director arranged for you to be in Class Two. But to be honest, the various things you have caused since the beginning of the school year, regardless of whether you were right or wrong, I feel that you have lost the essence of a student.”
Yuan Hongying wanted to make some things clear to Zhou Wanfeng and set some rules. “Like barging into a third-grade classroom to hit someone. I heard that you didn’t even stop when the teacher came. I hope you can change these bad habits after you come to Class Two. If someone provokes you, it’s their fault. Please find a teacher. I don’t want to hear that you’re hitting someone in the classroom when I’m in the office. I know you’re tough and that others can’t beat you. I don’t need you to intimidate the students in the class like you did in Class Nine. And I’m not Teacher Sun. I have ways to control my students. My requirement is that the students in my class must listen to me.”
“Teacher Yuan, you’ve misunderstood. Zhou Wanfeng is not the type to cause trouble. She studies very seriously and is not the one who starts trouble. Most of the time, she is very quiet and studies hard during the breaks,” Sun Mulan tried her best to explain for Zhou Wanfeng.
“And the grade director has looked at your test papers for each subject and confirmed that your scores are real. You should know that Class One and Class Two are actually key classes, and the main focus is on grades…”
Zhou Wanfeng raised her hand to interrupt, her brow furrowed. “Wait a minute. You’ve looked at my test papers for each subject and confirmed that my scores are real? What does that mean?” Her gaze fell on the grade director, who was standing to the side with his hands behind his back. Her gaze darkened. “You suspect that my scores are fake?”
Finally, she looked at the homeroom teacher, Sun Mulan.
Sun Mulan shook her head. “I didn’t suspect. I’ve always believed that your scores are real.”
“So when you collected the test papers later, you were actually just collecting mine?” Zhou Wanfeng reacted quickly and immediately understood.
The grade director cleared his throat twice. “Don’t worry about these details. After all, Class One and Class Two are key classes. It’s difficult to keep up if your grades are not good. Now that you can get into Class Two, follow Teacher Yuan and study hard. What Teacher Yuan said just now is right. Listen to her. If you have a problem in class, find a teacher first. Don’t solve it with a fight.”
Yuan Hongying’s brow was tightly furrowed. She didn’t like that Zhou Wanfeng had interrupted her. And this Zhou Wanfeng seemed to have a big temper. The homeroom teacher of Class One had said that this was a thorny student and not easy to manage. If it weren’t for the grade director’s request, she wouldn’t have wanted this student.
Zhou Wanfeng sneered. The words that the homeroom teacher of Class Two had just said inexplicably annoyed her. “I got over 700, fourth in the entire grade, so I can transfer to a key class. It really is all about the grades. Your requirement is that all the students in the class listen to you? If what you say is unreasonable, do we still have to listen? Then we won’t get along. Unreasonable things have no priority. I only listen to myself.”
In all her years as a teacher, Yuan Hongying had never seen such an arrogant student. A wave of anger surged up. She looked at the grade director, her voice also tinged with anger. “Director, you’ve seen it. It’s not that I won’t take this student. It’s that she’s not willing. I’m also not willing to take in a student like this and disturb the other students.”
The grade director’s brow was now furrowed into a deep line. He had seen a lot of things these past two days. When the people from the municipal sports bureau had come, it had been the same. She had been so arrogant and had refused everything they said. And now it was the same.
But he skipped over Zhou Wanfeng and scolded the homeroom teacher of Class Nine, Sun Mulan, in a stern voice. “Teacher Sun, I know you’ve only been working for a short time and have limited teaching experience. But now I have to criticize you. Your work as a homeroom teacher is very derelict. It was the same when the people from the municipal sports bureau came. As a homeroom teacher, don’t you know what you’re supposed to do? The people from the city were treated so rudely by a student. What did you do? Just a running test, and it was delayed for a while. You can’t discipline your students, and that’s why they’re always causing all sorts of trouble.”
Zhou Wanfeng’s face was cold. She could hear that he was indirectly scolding her.
“Class Nine is at the bottom in everything now. In all my years at Shuangshu, I’ve never seen such a low average score. If you can’t study, can you at least clean the sanitation area properly? When you do the morning exercises, your class is all over the place, doing all sorts of movements. What have you done? Have you gone up and managed them?”
The grade director pointed at Sun Mulan and criticized her, his tone stern, his eyes blazing with anger, which immediately made Sun Mulan’s eyes turn red.
“You’re lazy at work, you’re not proactive. How can you teach students well with this kind of attitude? How can you manage a class? You’re content with the status quo, you’re self-satisfied. You think you can just slack off because someone is helping you? This kind of attitude is a problem…”
Sun Mulan bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes, but she tried her best not to let them fall.
But the grade director’s finger was like a file, chipping away at her spine, crushing her self-esteem.
“To put it bluntly, you’re just lazy at work and have no sense of responsibility. You’re muddle-headed, just getting by. You’re not doing your best at your post. You don’t do what your superiors tell you to do unless you’re pushed. When you encounter a problem, you push it away if you can, and you hide if you can. I know the actual situation in Class Nine. The fact that you let a student help you manage the class shows that you…”
Zhou Wanfeng looked at the trembling finger, her brow furrowing deeper and deeper. As the grade director’s words became harsher, the randomly pointing finger was just a hair’s breadth away from poking Sun Mulan’s head.
His words, both direct and indirect, were blaming her for not cooperating with the test when the people from the municipal sports bureau had come. As the homeroom teacher, Sun Mulan had not been persuasive enough, and now it was all coming out.
Looking at the shrinking and desperately enduring Sun Mulan, Zhou Wanfeng’s brow furrowed. She had been in a bad mood since she woke up this morning, and now a bit of anger was also flaring up. She directly raised her hand and slapped it down.
Smack.
Yuan Hongying, who was standing next to her, immediately covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock, a look of disbelief on her face.
Zhou Wanfeng pulled Sun Mulan and dragged her behind her. Her gaze was cold and deep as she looked up at the grade director.
The grade director’s hand had been slapped. A wave of anger surged in his eyes. He continued to point a trembling finger at Zhou Wanfeng’s brow, as if he were so angry that he couldn’t think of what to say for a moment.
But the finger pointing at Zhou Wanfeng was very displeasing to her, and the anger in her heart was soaring.
She directly reached out and, smack, slapped it away.
I dare you to point!
“Zhou Wanfeng,” Sun Mulan’s voice was clearly tinged with tears. She had been so scolded that she had wanted to resign, but suddenly she was pulled, and she realized that someone was standing up for her.
She subconsciously grabbed Zhou Wanfeng’s arm, telling her not to be impulsive.
Zhou Wanfeng’s voice was very cold. Facing the furious grade director, her face showed no fear. Her eyes were narrowed, and she directly ignored his anger.
“The one who forced First Grade, Class Nine to participate in the sports meet, wasn’t that the task you imposed? She didn’t do a good job? To have someone who just graduated and is in her early twenties manage First Grade, Class Nine, I can’t believe you guys could think of that. You have teaching experience? Is this the kind of experience? Isn’t this bullying? Why don’t you let this experienced Teacher Yuan be the homeroom teacher of First Grade, Class Nine? Are you sure she can manage it any better? Can her words become the rules in Class Nine? I’m afraid that on the first day of school, it wouldn’t have been me fighting in class, but a student beating up the homeroom teacher.”
“I was the one who was unwilling to test. You were there. Were you blind and couldn’t see, or deaf and couldn’t hear? I was the one who refused. If you want to vent your anger, come at me. What are you telling her for?”