SYLM Chapter 33
by VolareChapter 33 “Then I’ll Choose a Subject to Hand in a Blank Paper for the Next Exam”
Chen Lu will be disappointed in you.
After leaving the classroom, Gu Wan Jun pondered where Chen Lu might have gone while Jiang Zhen Zhen’s words replayed in her mind.
Compared to the disappointment and reluctance she felt upon hearing that Chen Lu was going to be transferred to Class 1, Gu Wan Jun’s mood was now more complex and worse.
She had never been someone who lived according to other people’s expectations, but she didn’t want to disappoint Chen Lu.
The most urgent thing was that she had to have a good talk with Chen Lu.
If Chen Lu really decided she didn’t want to go to Class 1—
Then she would go to the Academic Dean’s office and ask the principal for her student back.
——
Gu Wan Jun searched the women’s restroom and the water room on the first floor, but she still couldn’t find Chen Lu’s figure.
After that, she went up the stairs on the far east side of the teaching building. As a result, when she reached the stairwell on the second floor, she ran into Chen Lu, whom she had been looking for.
Their eyes met, Chen Lu deliberately avoided her gaze, then took half a step back, widening the distance between them, her tone polite to the point of being impeccable:
“Hello, Teacher.”
“…”
Gu Wan Jun saw Chen Lu’s step back, and remembering Jiang Zhen Zhen’s words, “Chen Lu will be disappointed in you,” Gu Wan Jun felt as if her heart had been pricked by something, both stinging and painful.
“Chen Lu, about the matter of you transferring to Class 1, I want to—”
“Class is about to start. If there’s anything, Teacher, let’s talk later.”
Chen Lu rarely interrupted Gu Wan Jun. She bypassed Gu Wan Jun to go downstairs and return to class, but the next second, she was grabbed by the arm.
The original gentle, faint scent of white tea instantly and forcefully surrounded Chen Lu. Gu Wan Jun’s tone contained a hint of grievance:
“Class hasn’t started yet, listen to me first.”
“No matter what Teacher says, I won’t go to Class 1.”
“Do you think I’m looking for you everywhere to persuade you to go to Class 1?”
“I don’t know. After all, Teacher said she hoped I would go to Class 1.”
“…”
Chen Lu’s tone was calm. A simple sentence left Gu Wan Jun speechless.
But that wasn’t the end of it.
The next second, the pre-class bell rang at an inopportune moment. At the same time, those clear, bright eyes carried a hint of stubbornness. Chen Lu’s cold voice sounded again:
“The pre-class bell has already rung, Teacher. I have to go back to class.”
“…”
In fact, what Chen Lu said was correct. Class was indeed about to start, but Gu Wan Jun couldn’t accept Chen Lu’s sudden cold attitude towards her. She wanted to explain something, but the sound of high heels striking the tiles on the stairs behind her interrupted their conversation.
Tang Ying, who was preparing to teach Class 12, ran into the two people who were deadlocked at the stairwell on the second floor.
…
Her gaze swept back and forth between their not-so-good expressions, and finally settled on Chen Lu’s face. Tang Ying, holding the test papers, said coldly:
“This class is your class’s Politics lesson. Didn’t you hear the pre-class bell? Why are you still standing here?”
As soon as Tang Ying said this, Gu Wan Jun instantly calmed down. She pursed her lips, released Chen Lu’s arm, and took the initiative to explain to Tang Ying:
“I was looking for Chen Lu to talk about something. Since Teacher Tang is here, then you should go back to class first.”
“Okay.” Chen Lu nodded.
Before leaving, Tang Ying also gave the test papers to Chen Lu, asking her to take them back to class first.
Watching Chen Lu disappear around the corner of the stairs, Gu Wan Jun couldn’t help but sigh. Before she could speak, Tang Ying’s cold voice reached her ears:
“What’s wrong? Are you having a conflict because of the class transfer?”
Hearing this, Gu Wan Jun turned her head to look at Tang Ying and nodded with a helpless expression.
Although the homeroom teachers held a meeting to decide on the class transfer, the subject teachers of each class could hear some news, so it was not surprising that Tang Ying knew about Jiang Zhen Zhen and Chen Lu’s transfer.
“These old leaders who are about to fall apart only know how to talk on paper all day long, completely ignoring the thoughts and feelings of teachers and students. They just like to make a scene, which is annoying to watch.”
Tang Ying crossed her arms and didn’t care about the surveillance cameras in the corridor at all. After complaining about the leaders, she didn’t forget to complain about the “unpromising” person in front of her:
“Gu Wan Jun, you too. That little follower is still your favorite student, and you just let her go like that? You’re really useless.”
Even if she was called “useless,” Gu Wan Jun didn’t get angry. She just replied calmly: “I’m afraid of hindering her.”
“Hinder what? Is the Class 12 you’re teaching necessarily worse than Class 1?”
Tang Ying glared at Gu Wan Jun unhappily, and said decisively:
“You guys may be weak in other subjects, but in Politics, I can’t compare in age or seniority, but in terms of teaching level, I’m not inferior to Sun Li Xia. You’re from Peking University, and you don’t even have this confidence?”
“…”
“Forget it, it’s annoying. Think about it yourself. I’m going to class.”
Tang Ying walked past Gu Wan Jun and went downstairs unhappily. Just as she went down a flight of stairs, she suddenly turned her head and reminded:
“Oh, don’t blame me for not reminding you. I just saw your little follower coming out of the Academic Dean’s office on the third floor.”
“…”
As soon as Tang Ying finished speaking, Gu Wan Jun’s phone vibrated several times in a row.
The Academic Dean sent a message asking her to go to the principal’s office on the third floor.
——
Class 12, Second Grade.
Waiting anxiously, they finally waited for the group discussion time.
The three-person group quietly gathered together.
Fu Yi Wen was the most anxious. This time, she didn’t even have time to observe which direction the surveillance camera was facing in the class, and directly asked the two people in front of her about the class transfer.
During the last class break, Fu Yi Wen had heard some of Jiang Zhen Zhen and Gu Wan Jun’s conversation. Although Jiang Zhen Zhen’s parents were strict, they loved their only daughter very much. In addition, the couple worked in government agencies and had connections. As long as Jiang Zhen Zhen didn’t want to transfer, then there was an 80% chance that she wouldn’t be able to transfer.
Jiang Zhen Zhen’s problem could almost be said to be solved. What about Chen Lu?
From the moment she learned about the transfer until now, Chen Lu’s expression had not been good.
Concern leads to chaos. Even though Fu Yi Wen was afraid of Chen Lu getting angry, she still plucked up the courage to ask:
“What about you, Lu Lu? Are you going to Class 1?”
Fu Yi Wen asked this because, on the one hand, she was reluctant to let Chen Lu go, and on the other hand, she knew Chen Lu and knew that Chen Lu would definitely not want to go to Class 1.
And the reason why Chen Lu’s face was so ugly now must be because something went wrong in one of the links.
“I won’t go to Class 1.” Chen Lu’s expression was serious and her tone was firm.
“That’s great! I support you!”
Fu Yi Wen breathed a sigh of relief as she spoke, and the corners of her mouth split to the roots of her ears:
“Then what’s the problem? If you don’t want to go, no one should be able to force you, right? Our homeroom teacher will definitely be able to help you—hiss!”
Halfway through her words, Fu Yi Wen, who was suddenly pinched on the back of her hand, took a breath of cold air. When she looked up, she saw Jiang Zhen Zhen winking at her, not knowing what she meant.
Fu Yi Wen thought for two seconds, but couldn’t figure it out, so she simply asked:
“No, what do you mean? What’s wrong? Doesn’t it work if I don’t want to? Then our homeroom teacher didn’t help—ah!”
Accompanied by Fu Yi Wen’s sudden howl, the students around her, whether they were seriously discussing or not, were startled!
This time, it was no longer Jiang Zhen Zhen’s light pinch on the back of her hand as a reminder, but a severe pinch on the ear from someone—
“I gave you time to discuss the guiding plan in groups. What are you chirping about here? Huh?”
Tang Ying didn’t know when she had appeared next to them. She was cold-faced, and her slender, powerful fingers were pinching Fu Yi Wen’s ear, causing the little chubby girl to cry and scream, and hurriedly begged for mercy:
“Mom, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! I was wrong, I was wrong! Good teacher! Let go, let go! It really hurts!”
“It’s right to hurt, so you can stop being unproductive all day long.”
Tang Ying said this, but the next second, she let go of the hand that was pinching her ear.
After being released, Fu Yi Wen immediately covered her ear and hissed, wishing she could write the words “it hurts so much” on her face!
Looking at Chen Lu and Jiang Zhen Zhen, who were also not discussing the guiding plan, Tang Ying’s face became even more ugly when she thought of a certain leader who didn’t do human affairs wanting to transfer these two good students to Class 1.
“I’ll ask your group first in a while. If you can’t answer, see how I deal with you guys. Hurry up and have a good discussion.”
After leaving a harsh word similar to a warning, Tang Ying turned around and went to inspect other groups.
Fu Yi Wen, who was the only one who had her ear pinched: “???”
So in the end, the most miserable one was herself? Does this annoying person have something wrong with her brain?!
Fu Yi Wen covered her ears and cursed silently in her heart.
Seeming to sense something, Tang Ying, who had just taken two steps, suddenly turned her head, scaring Fu Yi Wen so much that her heart almost jumped out. She grabbed the guiding plan on the table, shoved it in front of Chen Lu, and asked a lot of questions:
“Look at this big question, it tells us to analyze from the perspective of dialectical materialism…”
“…”
——
On the other side, the Academic Dean’s office.
When Gu Wan Jun knocked on the door and came in, the Academic Dean, Lu Jiang Hong, was wearing reading glasses and looking at the computer.
“Principal Lu, you’re looking for me.”
“Teacher Gu is here, sit down first, let’s talk sitting down.”
The Academic Dean took off his reading glasses and hurriedly asked Gu Wan Jun to sit down.
“It’s like this, Teacher Gu, Chen Lu from your class came to me just now.” As soon as Gu Wan Jun sat down, Lu Jiang Hong went straight to the point.
Gu Wan Jun had thought of this situation before entering the office. She nodded in response, waiting for the leader to continue.
“That child insisted on staying in Class 12 and said some very headstrong things. Sigh, take a look for yourself.”
As Lu Jiang Hong spoke, he turned the laptop in front of him towards Gu Wan Jun. The screen showed the surveillance footage of this office.
About 15 minutes ago, after a few knocks on the door, Chen Lu appeared in this office and began the following conversation with the Academic Dean, Lu Jiang Hong—
Chen Lu: “Hello, Principal. I’m Chen Lu from Class 12.”
Lu Jiang Hong: “Oh, Chen Lu. I know you. What can I do for you?”
Chen Lu: “Principal, I don’t want to go to Class 1.”
Lu Jiang Hong was silent for two seconds, and said earnestly: “Uh… about this, child, I understand very well that you are reluctant to leave your original class, but your homeroom teacher should have told you, right? At this stage, your most important task is to study. Your grades should be in Class 1. This is a good opportunity. Class 1 is a small liberal arts class for top students. Others can’t even get in if they want to.”
Chen Lu nodded: “Teacher Gu has said all of this. She hopes we will go to Class 1, but I don’t want to go myself.”
Lu Jiang Hong: “…Why?”
Chen Lu’s attitude was firm: “Principal, my current grades were achieved in Class 12. Although Class 1 is a small class for top students, it is not suitable for me. If I change classes, my grades will definitely not be as good as they are now.”
Lu Jiang Hong shook his head: “Hey, you’re being too absolute. You haven’t been to Class 1 yet, so how do you know Class 1 isn’t suitable for you? Class 1 has better teacher resources and fewer students than Class 12. Your grades will probably be better than they are now after you go to Class 1.”
After looking at each other for two seconds, Chen Lu pursed her lips and asked a question that struck at the heart of the matter: “So, you have to transfer me to Class 1?”
Hearing this, Lu Jiang Hong sighed deeply: “Hey, child, I’m making these adjustments for your own good. Besides, even if you go to Class 1, Teacher Gu Wan Jun will still teach you Chinese. Isn’t that great?”
As if she had made some kind of decision, Chen Lu did not answer Lu Jiang Hong’s words, but continued to ask: “Then is it true that as long as I don’t do well on the next test, I can stay in Class 12?”
Hearing this, Lu Jiang Hong was stunned, and his face changed when he spoke again: “What do you mean by this?”
Chen Lu’s tone was calm: “If, according to what you said, a student with average grades can stay in Class 12, then I will choose a subject to hand in a blank paper for the next exam.”
“…”
Completely unexpected to hear this answer, in the surveillance video, Lu Jiang Hong tactically fell silent, while Chen Lu’s clear and powerful voice continued to come out of the computer speakers:
“Principal, I’m sorry, I really don’t mean to offend you, but if you insist on transferring me to Class 1, I will definitely do what I just said.”
“…”
“That’s all I have to say. Class is about to start. Thank you for listening, Principal. I’ve taken up your time. I’ll go back now.”
“…”
This conversation ended with Chen Lu’s ninety-degree bow.
The surveillance footage stopped. Her hands, which were placed on her knees, clenched into fists. Surprise, shock, worry, regret… Gu Wan Jun didn’t know how to describe her current mood.
Seeing that Gu Wan Jun didn’t speak, she must have been frightened by the headstrong behavior of her class student.
Lu Jiang Hong closed the computer. He was about to ask Gu Wan Jun to go back to class and continue to persuade Chen Lu. If that didn’t work, he would invite Chen Lu’s parents to the school to talk, but the next second, he met Gu Wan Jun’s firm gaze:
“Principal Lu, I want this student. Just let Chen Lu stay in Class 12.”
“?”
The original intention of showing Gu Wan Jun the surveillance footage was to let her persuade Chen Lu, but how did this person’s attitude change?
Lu Jiang Hong scratched his forehead, which had only a few hairs left, and opened his mouth with a shocked and embarrassed expression:
“Teacher Gu, you—”
“I promise to guide Chen Lu well and will definitely not bury her talent.” Gu Wan Jun preempted and took the lead in expressing her position.
“I know you will guide her well, but—”
“Do you remember when Principal Lu brought me from the first-year level to be the homeroom teacher of Class 12, you said you had great confidence in my teaching ability? Do you remember that?”
“…”
Lu Jiang Hong was stumped by the question. He tactically picked up the thermos cup at hand.
How could he not remember? He had spent a lot of effort to poach this talented woman from Peking University from another grade level.
But the current situation…
Seeing that Lu Jiang Hong was wavering, Gu Wan Jun took the opportunity to continue:
“Thanks to your trust, the overall grades of Class 12 have improved significantly this opening exam. You have seen all of this. Chen Lu doesn’t want to leave Class 12, and she still chooses to stay in Class 12 after you and I have persuaded and analyzed her. As her homeroom teacher, I think I should respect her choice, what do you think?”
“…”
Apart from tactical silence, there was only tactical drinking. What else could Lu Jiang Hong say when he was faced with this pair of teachers and students who were both good at talking?