After spitting out a mouthful of tea, Tan Qingchuan quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
The people around him could only wipe their faces without showing any dissatisfaction. Their eyes were now all on the report card in Tan Qingchuan's hand.
The physics teacher Zheng Xicheng, who was standing next to him, had been calm at first, but now his face fell. "What...how..."
"Why are our class's grades so bad?!"
The seven class teachers around were all shocked. They had never seen Tan Qingchuan behave so out of control before, and subconsciously they could only think that something unusual had happened.
Some teachers showed sympathy, and Qin Xizhen was also a little sad. She had actually stood on Tan Qingchuan's side, thinking of teachers like Yi Xiong, who were in the same nest with Wang Qi. If such people gained power, it would be really chaotic.
“No! No!” Tan Qingchuan regained his composure and said calmly, “I just choked… My report card is out, I’ll take it back first, take it back and take a look… I’m worried about these kids, I’ll go back and summarize it…”
"Teacher Tan, let's take a look..."
Several subject teachers wanted to see how their teaching was going, but Tan Qingchuan tucked his hand in, put the report card into a cowhide bag, and left in a hurry. The subject teachers were confused, but they couldn't go forward. Originally, this was the report card that the school gave to the class teacher first. Generally, the class teacher would refer to it and summarize it that night, and then communicate with the subject teachers later. The grade ranking and the results of each subject will be released one by one with the subsequent statistics, but there is a time difference.
Moreover, looking at Tan Qingchuan's expression, it is clear that he does not want anyone to see his transcript. Does he not want the news to be publicized and discussed
I'm afraid that their class is in really bad shape.
Tan Qingchuan just left like that, but the office was completely silent.
After a while, one of the teachers sighed, "Teacher Tan... you need to save face..."
Many people looked unhappy and shook their heads. "This time, I'm afraid that Teacher Tan's house..."
People stopped at the point and teachers who were on good terms with each other could discuss privately, but after all, they were in a large office and many things could only be said that much.
The entire office was filled with a faint feeling of sadness.
It is obvious that they teach and educate students to behave properly.
But every teacher here has a feeling of watching the most helpless and frustrating thing happening, but being unable to do anything.
No one is a savior.
…
Tan Qingchuan acted like he was holding a treasure, and anyone he saw on the street would rush up to him to grab his report card.
It feels like holding a big secret, but it doesn't feel real.
He hurried home, said hello to the elderly, and went straight into his bedroom. Because the house was small and narrow, the bedroom had no windows, so the light had to be on at all times during the day. He turned on the light, and in the warm light, Tan Qingchuan folded the mouth of the cowhide bag, took out the report cards, and spread them on the glass desk.
This is an old-fashioned desk. Under the glass plate are old photos, some receipts for large household electrical appliance expenses, and even the train ticket he took from one place in college to another normal college to find Zhao Qing.
Those yellowed receipts record the process of establishing this family. That ordinary past seems to be taking a turn for the first time because of the contents of this transcript.
He took a deep breath and looked at the paper... He was still a little dazed. After all, he never thought that he would make a mistake.
But I was indeed wrong!
On the first place, that name is clearly there.
He suddenly stood up from his seat, walked back and forth twice, and then couldn't hold back anymore, clenched his fists, punched the air a few times, and then made a Bruce Lee pose in the movie.
He looked quite funny in his Zhongshan suit.
If the students saw the usually serious Tan Qingchuan making such a move, they would probably be so shocked that their jaws would be dislocated.
However, at this moment, the door opened and his father poked his head in, "The meal is ready..."
The two masters looked at each other.
After a moment, his old father said, "If you feel stressed, go out and walk more..."
Then he closed the door gently.
Tan Qingchuan's face twitched and he sat back at the table.
This is incredible... Originally, Tan Qingchuan thought it was a printing error, but after he looked at the student's scores in each subject and each category one by one and analyzed them, he suddenly understood why the student didn't listen in class every day, but just buried his head in doing his own things.
Yes, that's the only way to explain it all.
He has surpassed the past and is no longer stuck at this level.
Tan Qingchuan finally understood that at the end of the first day of the exam, he could not help but scold the student, but he just glanced at him. He still remembers that glance very clearly, and originally planned to invite his parents to meet after the exam to seriously report his poor academic performance.
And now, he suddenly understood what kind of look that was.
He once went to the Golden Summit of Mount Emei and watched the sunrise in the morning. The yellow egg-like shape of a chicken breaking through the horizon and opening up with a myriad of colorful rays of light was like a pair of eyes at that time.
Tan Qingchuan did not feel any shame or anger at all, instead... there was a kind of indescribable pride.
The sound of a key turning in the door was heard. Zhao Qing, who had just returned home, asked Tan Qingchuan outside and then opened the door and came in.
Zhao Qing went straight into the bedroom, with an anxious look on his face and the intention of quarreling, "Tan Qingchuan! How badly did your class do in the exam? I heard that you left in a daze! You don't know how badly those people said that... Tan Qingchuan, what are you doing... You know we are waiting to move to a new house, right? You are not concentrating on your work now, otherwise how could your class be wiped out? How can we live like this!"
Zhao Qing shouted angrily, but gradually found that something was wrong, because the expression on Tan Qingchuan's face at this time was not like the bitter face of an honest man who made people wonder whether he was angry or sad when she quarreled with him because of trivial matters in life.
Instead, it was a kind of tsundere she had never seen before.
Even Zhao Qing was stunned by this look. She said, "What's the matter? Can't you stand it anymore... Do you want to divorce me..." Her voice became softer at the end.
"Heh..." Tan Qingchuan suddenly let out a sound from between his lips.
Zhao Qing's heart sank, "What do you mean..."
Before he could finish his words, Tan Qingchuan suddenly broke into a grin and said, "This time, I can fight back!"
"Ah..." Zhao Qing was stunned, "How..."
Tan Qingchuan stood up and handed over the report card like a peerless master, "We have found a treasure... Look at the first place."
Zhao Qing knew that the matter was not simple, so he took it and looked for the content above.
Zhao Qing is also a teacher. She is even more anxious about this midterm exam than Tan Qingchuan. She even goes around asking for gossip about the results.
But now, seeing the grades of the top student in Class 9 on the report card, she exclaimed, "Ah!" "Is this true?"
Then Zhao Qing reacted, "Why didn't you make it public in the office at that time?"
Tan Qingchuan looked over slowly, "Now that it's out in the open... how can we defeat Wang Qi and make him spend all his efforts only to end up with nothing?"
“You should also pay attention. Don’t tell anyone about this… The results were supposed to be out next week, but this time the principal made a surprise move and asked many teachers to work overtime to mark the papers. So now the results of each class are out, but it will take some time to summarize the grade rankings…” He stretched out a finger, his eyes steady, and poked into the air, “This time, I’m going to teach Wang Qi a lesson!”
For decades, Tan Qingchuan has always been a good guy, and he is also a model teacher, gentle and polite, strict with students, and rarely argues with others. When there is something, he is also soft and easy to talk to, so many people take advantage of him. Sometimes Zhao Qing also resents his character.
To put it nicely, he is an honest man.
To put it bluntly, he is a glutton. If a villain like Wang Qi gets promoted, who else can he step on if not a natural glutton like Tan Qingchuan
However, at this moment, Zhao Qing stared at Tan Qingchuan in a daze.
In her entire life, she had never seen her own husband, Mr. Tan, so powerful!
…
…
Early in the morning that day, when Cheng Ran went out, he caught a glimpse of the familiar figure in the apartment building in front of him.
Yang Xia walked down the stairs in the morning light. Because she went out early, she did not walk with Yao Beibei and others. Instead, she walked alone along the path in the garden towards the gate.
Cheng Ran suddenly remembered that since the exam, Yang Xia had deliberately avoided him several times when she saw him.
After the exam on Thursday, during the break of normal classes on Friday, Cheng Ran remembered that he went downstairs, and Yang Xia happened to go upstairs. Because there were two stairs on the left and right leading to the upper floor, Yang Xia originally planned to go up from the stairs on her right, which was very close to her. However, when she looked up and saw Cheng Ran at the stairs, she immediately changed direction and went up the stairs on the left, perfectly avoiding him.
Thinking of this, Cheng Ran wanted to test it out, so he waved over there, "Hey, Yang Xia..."
After saying hello, he saw Yang Xia in the distance suddenly quicken his pace and walk out of the gate. When Cheng Ran walked out of the gate, Yang Xia had already boarded the previous bus and left.
Sure enough, he was hiding from me.
Why
I didn't offend her.
In the end, Cheng Ran could only shake his head and get on the next bus.
Today is Saturday, and high school classes are open as usual. This Saturday is probably the most anxious day for all students, because it is said that the report cards of various classes came out yesterday, and many class teachers have already received them. If there are no accidents, the grades of the candidates' classes may be announced today.
The first two classes in the morning are English classes, and the third class is mathematics. At that time, their class teacher Tan Qingchuan might give grades to the class.
Not long after the first class in the morning, a student rushed into the classroom and said, "Yang Xia, Yang Xia! You got full marks on your composition in the midterm exam! Your composition is posted on the bulletin board down below... There are so many people watching!"
Yesterday, during normal classes, the first-year students had heard that someone had received full marks for their essay. They also heard that it would be posted on the bulletin board. So many people were paying attention to see what kind of essay it was.
As a result, when this news came, there was a buzz! The whole classroom was in an uproar. It turned out to be Yang Xia's composition!
As everyone knows, everyone will probably get their scores today. The excellent essays have been posted, and this is just the first step in the announcement of the results of this exam.
Immediately, many people went to the railing outside the classroom and looked down, and indeed saw that there were already a lot of people gathered in front of the bulletin board.
There were also girls who gathered in groups of three or five around Yang Xia, some congratulating her and some asking her questions in surprise.
Liu Ying, Yao Beibei and other childhood friends were even more proud of it, and they wanted to tell others about the various experiences they had taken to improve their writing skills since junior high school. They were also a little surprised, Yang Xia, you have made great progress...
Cheng Ran noticed that Yang Xia was uneasy and fidgeting, seeming very anxious.
Then Yang Xia on the other end suddenly turned his head slightly, intentionally or unintentionally, and glanced in his direction with his eyes slanted.
Perhaps she didn't expect Cheng Ran to be looking at her at this time. When Yang Xia's eyes met his, she trembled, then turned away and jumped back. As if she was frightened, she was still chatting with the man and woman next to her, but her ears were reddening at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After Yang Xia's composition was posted in the first class, it spread to the entire grade at the speed of light. In Class 7, countless students winked at Song Shiqiu to express their congratulations.
They all said, "Congratulations, Song Shiqiu, your sister-in-law is really talented! I heard that the article is very well written. Let's go and read it together during the break!"
"I have to go! Sister Song is not only beautiful, but she also seems to be a very talented person!"
"I knew that Mrs. Song was a real goddess... She and Song Shiqiu are a perfect match!"
Because of Song Shiqiu's reputation, and the fact that Yang Xia was almost the "Song's Wife" appointed by the students, Class 7 had already started to make a fuss. In other classes, people who knew Song Shiqiu were also discussing, "That's the girl that Song Shiqiu liked! The one that was posted..."
"No wonder, Song Shiqiu has such high standards, he certainly doesn't like ordinary girls..."
This sudden episode temporarily alleviated the nervousness of many people about the upcoming report cards.
It has also become a beautiful story that students are eager to publicize.
During the break between the second classes, the most people gathered to watch.
Yao Beibei, Liu Ying and others pulled Yang Xia to go watch it together, but Yang Xia refused. He lay down on the table with his head buried in his elbows, looking uncomfortable.
People in the class went down one after another to find out what was going on.
Yu Xiao poked Cheng Ran and said, "Let's go, let's go downstairs for a walk."
The two of them came down from the teaching building. The bulletin board was already crowded with people, and from time to time there were bursts of inexplicable noise.
"What's going on..." Yu Xiao looked over there and felt something was wrong, "What's wrong with Yang Xia's composition? Let's go check it out..."
Cheng Ran was also a little confused. The key point was that when he and Yu Xiao walked in that direction, from time to time they saw people in the crowd coming from that direction looking at them with strange eyes.
And they saw countless students with different expressions. Some were beaming with joy, some were stunned, some were shocked, some were angry, and some even shouted “Oh my God…” and pointed at the bulletin board.
When Yu Xiao and Cheng Ran squeezed in front of the bulletin board, the person closest to them recognized them and stepped aside, leaving no obstruction between Cheng Ran and Yang Xia's composition on the bulletin board, so that he could see the contents of the composition on the photocopied volume at a glance.
Yang Xia's test essay was a fluent prose, a letter from the present to her future self: "... I hope you can go through adolescence safely, but don't go through youth safely."
“… I hope you have high heels but wear sneakers, I hope you have no patches on your heart throughout your life, I hope every tear you shed is for joy, I hope you have a tree to lean on when you are exhausted… I hope you walk out half of your life and still be a young man when you return.”
“… I hope your road is long and there is plenty of time for stories to happen. If no one accompanies you in your wanderings, you can live anywhere with your dreams.”
The literary grace of the composition is as if one can see a young girl dancing, feeling sad and happy but not sinking, unafraid of the difficulties and hardships on the road of growth, always exquisite and crystal clear, with a heart as pure as ice.
And the source of all the noise, pointing, uproar, and exclamation...
I don't know which hero wrote a line of words in the blank space below this article with a signature pen at the end of the second class:
"Read the first word of the second, fourth, sixth, and eighth lines aloud one after another!"
Follow the reminder of this line of words.
This essay's acrostic, which even the examiner may not have noticed, is
"Cheng..." Yao Beibei, Liu Ying, Zhang Xiaojia and other classmates from the class and the middle school classmates they met before began to distinguish the words one by one, and even read them out loud: "Ran... is... pig..."
Um
Cheng Ran is a pig!
boom!
There was a noise erupting from all directions.
Someone finally couldn't help but say, "This is... too lawless, too awesome."
"Damn it, they actually used the midterm exam...!"
"What a bunch of bastards..."
"So bold... I'm so upset and envious..."
Yao Beibei, Liu Ying, Zhang Xiaojia, Yu Xiao… turned their heads little by little and looked at Cheng Ran who was like a giant panda beside them.
Waves.
From this bulletin board, sweeping across the land.
(Thanks to the leader who gave me the reward, Kaoyu has always been very slow in writing books. When you see a chapter, sometimes I will spend a long time to get into the context and feel the language. Sometimes I sit there for a long time but can’t find the feeling and can’t start writing… I can only promise to write more. To thank the leader, this is a big chapter with nearly 5,000 words.)