It's the third year of high school, the crucial stage that decides our fate is here.
Parents almost treat their children like precious treasures now, and upon hearing that the kids feel unwell at school, they immediately rush over.
Coincidentally, this class was Old Chen's physics class, with 10 minutes until it ended. Seeing a few parents outside, he frowned and handed out the test papers again:
"Today's homework isn't much. The mock exams are about to start, so let's ease up a bit... just work on this paper."
Bam!
Little Curls hit his head on the desk—
Every teacher uses this line:
[Today's homework isn't much]
This is like Schrödinger's homework!
The problem is, the quantum state always collapses into "a lot," seriously.
Besides, even if one paper isn't much.
The problem is each subject says the same, some even have two or three papers, adding up to ten papers a day!
Doing exercises every day is truly hopeless!
…
However, Little Glasses and Little Curls, despite the despair, there's also a feeling of secret delight layered below.
Because—
The genius's notes are really useful!!!
Last night they used a lamp to study until 1:00 AM, it was simply breathtaking!
An entire notebook full of concise notes, with clear and precise categories for each subject, numbers laid out straight…
It addressed all their weak points, along with areas easy to improve scores.
In some places, even after multiple reviews, they wouldn't have discovered the details without the genius's notes.
Worship the genius!
…
Little Curls touched inside his drawer—
It's empty, not even a lollipop.
He sighed sadly, then discussed with Little Glasses:
"How could we repay the great kindness of sharing the secret methods?"
Chu River, sitting in front, twitched her ears, thinking:
Actually, she already decided what to eat for lunch.
She worked hard last night, and breakfast options were scarce, it feels like she needs a good lunch.
...
When the class bell rang, Old Chen returned to the office, where a few anxious and worried parents were waiting.
"Mr. Chen, thank you for your attention and care towards our kids—but I just want to ask, how did the child catch a cold at this crucial moment?"
The parents were exasperated — missing two days, how much coursework would be left behind compared to others!
Parents are angry, but isn't Old Chen too?
He's worked hard with the graduating class, even losing his hair, but a few girls insist on washing their hair at midnight, who could reason with that?!
The high school dorms don't even have an outlet, washing hair at midnight, even in summer, it wouldn't be dry by morning—
It's truly worrying about their health!!!
He's furious inside.
But facing parents, his priority is to calm them.
Old Chen furrowed his brow:
"Have you all checked on your kids' condition? How are they doing?"
How are they?
They're not well, obviously.
Otherwise, parents wouldn't be so angry.
The kids are all muddled, with foul tempers. When asked why wash hair at midnight, they get impatient:
"Isn't it annoying? Can't sleep, so what's wrong with washing hair?"
Say a bit more, they just keep rubbing their foreheads saying they have a headache, no mind to study, wanting to go home and rest—
Their hair emits a soggy smell, as if it was still wet when they slept, producing a musty odor.
Mixed with other strange smells…
All in all, if they weren't one's own child, surely everyone would scorn them.
Thinking it's their own child being troublesome, and Old Chen can't oversee the girls' dorms, he fell silent again.
...
Old Chen sighed.
"Dear parents, it's not the first time I've emphasized—at this critical stage, just endure a little longer, one month will pass, and the future will be bright, right?"
"You all know, the results of our focus class, especially Zhao Yue and a few others, reaching the first class line is quite secure!"
"But why are these kids so restless in mind?"
"What's wrong with not washing hair for a night? Must wait until midnight—Parents, we teachers do our jobs with students at school, you can't stop the ideological education at home either."
The tone was good, but the words were sharp.
Evidence shows: Old Chen's temper isn't actually gentle.
…
As expected, those words made everyone's faces turn, flush with both anger and motives.
The anger is about why the school doesn't manage the kids better?
Kids are clueless, how can teachers be clueless too?
Anger is also directed at their own children—
They only knew how to do makeup secretly at home during holidays, chatting sneakily on the phone, not focusing on study!
Why wash hair in the dead of night?
Truly exasperating!!!
Seeing the college entrance exam is near, and the mock exam is this week, and now they're stuck at this pivotal point—
...
Zhao Yue's mother didn't look too good.
She saw from outside the classroom, that the whole class, only Yuanyuan was on leave.
Especially that first-ranked student, still sitting honestly in the first row.
Why is it that her daughter's resting at home while everyone else is fiercely studying, sneakily improving their scores?
It's really an eyesore.
On the other hand,
She knows her daughter's temperament, and previous things done with the child's father, she knows inside.
However—
Her own child didn't try hard, got herself sick, meanwhile the first place, she just saw from outside the classroom, is studying diligently!
Thinking of the scores lost due to her child's leave, she couldn't help but say:
"Mr. Chen, I heard from my husband that there's a particularly good student in your class, isn't she often first?"
She exchanged glances with the few parents behind:
"I'm thinking, while the kids rest at home, and we can't conduct lessons here—"
"How about this, talk to that student, ask her to lend her notes to our kids, if she had time after school to help explain homework it'd be better."
"They're classmates after all, and isn't she receiving school aid, she should contribute a bit for everyone."
Old Chen's face almost twisted in rage!!!
The sparse hair on top of his head struggled and fell off a few more strands, making him even more furious—
Darn, you dare say!
This school is above average, but it only reigns within the city, against the province, who knows the ranking!
The provincial top scorer never even occurred once!
Only Chu River, smart and resilient, studied hard!
Every exam compared provincially, she always had an edge.
For such a top student seed, what's wrong with giving a little more aid? If it wasn't her student record being local, and her family being clueless, would it even be Tianshui Second High School's turn?!
Waiting for scraps!
But a financial officer and stingy principal cut from the same cloth, insisting that too much money sways student focus…
Bah!
A growing girl, national poverty grant 300, school only willing to give 300—
If it were his fiery temper 10 years younger, he'd beat those nasty heads flat.
If not for Chu River being too stubborn to seek help, Old Chen would've long filled her meal card up!