Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

"Teacher Wang, Teacher Wang."

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Could you please call the homeroom teacher of Class Two over on your way? Thanks."

"Li Shimin's class?"

"Yes, yes, it's his class."

"Okay."

At the entrance of the Academic Affairs Office, the two teachers completed the handover, saving one person the trouble of walking back and forth.

The chef, whose writing skills were lacking, sat back down at his desk with a smug look on his face and continued fiddling with a half-new, half-old cookbook.

"Wait a moment, your homeroom teacher will be here soon."

Tang Yisheng nodded silently.

He no longer had the will to speak.

There are six teachers in the academic affairs office right now. How so?

At first glance, Tang Yisheng felt a chill run down his spine.

There was a PE teacher wearing a tank top and shorts, sitting by the window, looking at the scenery while playing with dumbbells.

Despite her simple and frugal attire, she wears a braid and is a proper female teacher.

There are two technical teachers. One is an electrician who plays with wooden boards, batteries, and wires. He also teaches physics to the senior high school students and the repeat students.

Another one is the old teacher whose handwriting was crooked yesterday. He is also a teaching group leader, specializing in teaching Chinese and Western cooking, both white and red dishes. He is a master craftsman.

The only one who looked normal was the female teacher in the northeast corner next to the window.

I graduated from Qufu Teachers College, worked as a librarian, and taught English part-time to senior high school and repeat students. After all, I majored in English, so I'm better off than others.

Her hair isn't long, just long enough to tie into a small bun. Following the common saying that the longer the hair, the less knowledge one has, perhaps she has some teaching ability.

Why does Tang Yisheng know so much?

Yesterday morning, the teachers' information board, which was empty, was now filled with the information of this group of people.

Tang Yisheng left home at 7:15 and wandered around the teaching and office building for quite a while. However, even though he arrived at the academic affairs office ten minutes early, he still had to wait.

From this perspective, the teachers at No. 3 Middle School are quite punctual.

They said 7:50, and it was 7:50 right away. Even if you arrived 10 or 8 minutes early, you wouldn't see the homeroom teacher at all.

Fortunately, the culinary technician, Master Liu Yueliang, was quite responsible and had someone call Teacher Li over.

A short while later, a person appeared at the entrance of the Academic Affairs Office.

Li Shimin, the senior high school homeroom teacher, was about the same height as Tang Yisheng at this time, but he was thin and bony, and had a bit of the look of a fat monk.

"Tang Yisheng?"

"Hello, Teacher Li."

"Okay, come with me."

"oh."

Tang Yisheng got up and followed.

Li Shimin gave Tang Yisheng a second look: "Where are your textbooks?"

"Teacher Li, doesn't the school provide them?"

"We all received them from our original schools, and we used them for half a semester... I'll ask your original school about it later."

Li Shimin frowned.

Starting from the second semester of the second year of high school, No. 1 and No. 2 Middle Schools began to mobilize students who were lagging behind and had no hope of going to university. After being mobilized, they were all sent to No. 3 Middle School to settle down.

The longest they spent was the entire second semester of their junior year at No. 3 High School, except for Tang Yisheng; the shortest were about two months.

I received the senior high school textbooks a long time ago, and I've even studied some of them.

Anyway, No. 3 Middle School is not part of the planned school, so the Education Bureau doesn't really manage it. Most of the teachers here are promoted from the townships or selected from vocational school teachers.

Regardless of their abilities, they can at least give a sloppy answer.

Therefore, there was no teaching syllabus, and no consideration was given to the pace; a quarter of the new textbook had already been covered.

The teachers' thoughts are simple and normal.

Once you've gone through the textbook content once, you've pretty much completed your task.

All that's left is to go to No. 1 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School, make a bunch of sample curls, and let the students brush them for fun.

Saves time and effort.

It doesn't require much brainpower.

Since there was no hope of further education anyway, anyone who managed to get into even the most prestigious schools was considered an unexpected bonus.

If you fail the exam, it's better to have a zero college admission rate.

The vocational school next door has managed to complete part of its enrollment quota ahead of schedule, and even the current teachers are their future technical coaches.

"Teacher, my original school was in the provincial capital, so it might be a bit troublesome to ask about it."

"If that doesn't work, why don't you ask around among other people who have finished high school? The textbooks are all the same, so why not just buy a set and make do?"

Tang Yisheng: "Uh... okay."

Make a 90-degree turn and come to the east side of the U-shaped classroom, the second classroom is Class 2.

Standing in the corridor, you can hear the loud, chaotic laughter and commotion from inside the classroom.

Several boys chased after the teacher from time to time, and the blackboard was wiped shiny by the shoulder sleeves.

Class teacher Li Shimin stood at the classroom door, watching the students running around and making noise, neither stopping them nor getting angry, just watching them.

"Teacher, can we have PE first this morning?"

"Yeah, yeah, let's go play football."

"Giving out a set of test papers to be used for self-study is also acceptable."

Opinions varied widely, with all sorts of bizarre suggestions.

Tang Yisheng was completely bewildered just listening to it. He looked at the back of his homeroom teacher, Li Shimin, with deep emotion.

It's quite bizarre for a homeroom teacher to act like this.

The key is--

"Alright, it's just the two of you. Go to my desk and get the test paper... You two are the ones who make the most noise."

Two male students, grinning and joking, squeezed out of the classroom from their homeroom teacher, Li Shimin. They really dared to take advantage of the situation.

Tang Yisheng was dumbfounded.

Does this work too?

The two male classmates also saw Tang Yisheng. They were taken aback at first, but then, seeing his empty hands hanging down, they laughed to themselves.

Perhaps in their eyes, Tang Yisheng, who was not carrying a schoolbag or books, must be just like them, "piled up".

The term "论堆" (lùn duī) means to give up or abandon treatment.

"Come in, you can..."

Li Shimin drew out a long syllable, and after Tang Yisheng looked around and then looked back, he pointed to the back door of the last row.

The location next to the aisle.

Tang Yisheng walked on, and the further he went, the more difficult it became.

It really is the back doorway, right next to the back corner of the door frame. If you squeeze in and sit down, your back will inevitably be pressed against the wall.

Because its width is less than 45 centimeters.

An ordinary classroom that can accommodate 71 students—you can easily guess how crowded it is without even needing to arrange them.

It's amazing that these abandoned students still have the energy to chase and play around.

How did they manage to run in such a narrow passage and crowded environment?

Student ID: 020271.

The second cohort of abandoned senior high school students.

Class Two.

The 71st unlucky student.

An odd number means that Tang Yisheng is not yet worthy of having a deskmate.

That's fine.

At least you can stretch your legs out to the side, instead of always being cramped in a small, confined space.

Tang Yisheng sat down, his curiosity driving him to see how the exam papers would be passed around later.

Then--

The two students who went out just now brought back a bundle of test rolls of paper, put them on the podium, and that was it.

"Hey, aren't you handing out the test papers?"

Tang Yisheng asked the classmate next door.

He was chatting enthusiastically with his deskmate about what excites girls.

Tang Yisheng squeezed through the crowd, and neither of them dared to glance at the new student.

"You're from No. 1 High School? Why are you only arriving now?"

These two are obviously from No. 2 Middle School.

"I transferred back from the provincial capital. Aren't the test papers being handed out?"

"Back from the provincial capital? Went to study here temporarily? Hehe..."

The students were too busy having fun to pay attention to Tang Yisheng's problems.

But my deskmate, who was lying on the table, poked his head out and said, "If you want to do the test, just go get it yourself. If you don't want to, forget it. Bringing it here just takes up space."