The next day Qiao Nian went to school.
Shen Qingqing pulled her aside and told her some big gossip.
Class B’s head teacher, Chen Xi, has been fired, and Class B needs a new teacher.
Chen Yuan sneered at the side: "She should have left a long time ago. People like her are not worthy of being a teacher."
Even Shen Qingqing nodded: "That's right, how can a teacher always target students? Especially students from other classes. If they have bad character, it's useless no matter how well they were taught. It's really gratifying that she's gone. She left well, she left wonderfully, she left in a great way!"
The school finally made a wise move for once.
Seeing how happy they were, Liang Bowen threw a basin of cold water on them: "Chen Xi is gone, but Class B will have a new head teacher. Besides that, haven't you heard about it?"
Shen Qingqing: "What did you hear?"
Qiao Nian was not interested in their topic, but was a little surprised to hear that Chen Xi was fired. For some reason, she always had a feeling that this matter was related to Ye Wangchuan.
But when I think about it carefully, she didn't seem to say anything about her and Chen Xi last night.
She put down her schoolbag and took out a book. The next period was physical education. The class was noisy and everyone couldn't wait to go downstairs and relax.
Qiao Nian felt sick to his stomach and didn't plan to go to class.
"There is a very famous professor from National Tsing Hua University who is coming to give lectures at our school. I heard that he will come two or three days every month to give lectures on advanced mathematics. The school will arrange his open classes for all senior classes."
Some people in the class heard what he said and were very surprised.
"National Tsing Hua University? Professor? Coming to our school?"
This is too much!
What is the level of Tsinghua University? No. 1 Middle School is well-known in the ring road around the city, but it is not even at the bottom of the list in Beijing. Why do professors from Tsinghua University come to their school for no reason? Is it to help alleviate poverty
Liang Bowen glanced in the direction of Qiao Nian. Sister Nian was good in every way except that her family conditions were a little poor. He sighed inwardly, put his hands in his pockets, pursed his lips and said, "People in Class B are saying that the professor from Tsinghua University came to our school because of the campus beauty. Her boyfriend is a top student at Tsinghua University and has a good relationship with all the instructors in the school. The campus beauty's boyfriend asked the professor for help, so she condescended to come to our school..."
Ever since Class A and Class B had a feud last time, the relationship between the two classes has been bad. When everyone heard that the professor from Tsinghua University came here because of Qiao Chen, they were immediately disgusted.
No one wanted to say anything more.
Shen Qingqing frowned and said with an irritated expression: "Tsk, Qiao Chen and those people in Class B are going to be proud again. That Tsinghua University professor has such poor vision that he can't see that it is a white lotus swaying in the wind?"
Tsk, she even knows how to curse. Liang Bowen poked her forehead and said with a half-smile: "You are so sour, who let her find a powerful boyfriend?"
Shen Qingqing angrily glared at him, covered her forehead and dodged, shouting back: "Yes, so it only means that some boys in our class are incompetent and can't invite professors from Tsinghua University to help them!"
At this time, Qiao Nian's cell phone rang.
It’s a text message from Jiang Li.
[Niannian, your dad is worried that you will not be able to get used to studying alone in No. 1 Middle School, so he has applied to the school to give three days of open classes in your school for a month until you graduate from high school.]
Qiao Nian rubbed her forehead, feeling resigned to her fate. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the words "professor of Tsinghua University". As expected...
[By the way, I will be back in a few days, you have to stay at home and be good. I will bring you a gift when I come back. (*￣3)(ε￣*)]
Qiao Nian looked at the emoticon at the end of the message, and imagined what it would look like if a grown man sent such an emoticon. She felt a chill run down her spine and deleted the message expressionlessly.
(End of this chapter)