The intern taught a top-performing class, and the parents wanted to change the homeroom teacher.

Zhang Li brought the report card closer to check; she wasn't seeing things, she wasn't mistaken.

Class 25, Grade 11, ranked fifth in the grade.

"Impossible!" she cried out.

A month ago, she transferred Lu Qian to the last-ranked class. How could he possibly have gotten to fifth place in the grade in just one month?

"Zhao Qihang, where are the report cards for Class 25?" Zhang Li shouted.

Zhao Qihang's body trembled instinctively, and he shook his head, stammering, "I didn't."

"What use are you?!" Zhang Li was furious.

Her gaze returned to the report card, and she almost immediately understood why.

"To get such a high score, the exam questions must have been leaked to the students."

"Ha, they're even willing to cheat for grades."

"Lu Qian, someone like you doesn't deserve to be a teacher."

Zhao Qihang lowered his head and pursed his lips. He had seen some students from Class 25 after school.

They played around with each other, walked home together, and discussed their grades.

Groups of students were buying fried skewers and scrambling for snacks by the roadside...

Everyone wore a smile, and even those who spoke with regret about being careless in the exam still radiated joy from within.

Especially the scene I saw at the school gate.

He felt a kind of inexplicable envy.

...

Zhang Li paced back and forth with her report card in her hand, her furrowed brows making her face appear even more distorted.

"Lu Qian leaking the exam questions is one thing, but what kind of teaching is Zhang Chao doing? Didn't he promise to improve grades?"

"And the school too, why does it have teachers like this? Don't they have any sense of responsibility?!"

Zhang Li grew increasingly angry. Looking at Zhao Qihang, who was being punished by standing, she jabbed his temples several times.

"What are you standing there for? Go stand inside, you're annoying to look at! What's the point of eating? Go hungry."

Zhao Qihang hunched his shoulders and dragged his feet to the corner, standing there like a dusty statue.

"No, we can't just let this go."

Zhang Li gritted her teeth, feeling a surge of frustration at the thought of Lu Qian leading the class to fifth place in the grade.

As for the fact that the students did not cheat and made progress by answering questions normally, she never even considered it.

In her mind, this was impossible!

"And then there's Zhang Chao, who confidently claimed he could improve grades. He bought practice tests and attended tutoring classes, and this is how his grades improved!"

A month ago, Zhang Li had this idea: she felt that Lu Qian was not qualified to teach Class 7 and wanted to find a better teacher, so she started inquiring about excellent teachers.

Teachers Shao Mingrui and Zheng Benqing are undoubtedly top-tier teachers, but they also have their own star classes and other teaching positions, so they wouldn't be able to dedicate themselves fully to teaching Class 7.

Zhang Li felt a little regretful; it would have been great if these two teachers could have taught Class 7 exclusively.

Then I heard that Zhang Chao was a good teacher, so I contacted him privately.

When asked if he could teach Class 7, Zhang Chao naturally and righteously refused, because Class 7 already had a teacher.

Zhang Li understood immediately.

She went to the school to find Pan Hai and replaced Lu Qian. Zhang Chao volunteered again, and things went smoothly.

But the exam results a month later turned out like this.

Suddenly, she remembered what had happened a month ago in Director Pan's office before she left.

One parent asked Pan Hai in front of her if she would make things difficult for her child. Pan Hai thought the parent was a bit stupid. How could you ask such a question?

Although Director Pan looked furious at the time, he still said that such a situation could not possibly happen.

But now that Class 7 has done so poorly on the exam, could it be...?

Once doubt arises, it takes root deep in the heart like a seed.

Zhang Li sat back on the sofa, her expression gloomy and uncertain.

Teachers, directors, schools...

Why does it feel like everyone is targeting her? Is it wrong for her to want her child to receive a better education?

These things need to be addressed.

A moment later, she returned to her bedroom, picked up her phone, found the numbers of several familiar parents, and dialed them.

After a few beeps, the call was connected.

"Oh, I'm Zhao Qihang's mother..."

...

Zhao Qihang was still standing in the corner, his body slightly hunched over, his limbs unconsciously tucking inwards.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of a lock being opened came from outside the security door.

When Zhao's father returned, he was stunned when he saw Zhao Qihang's appearance.

"Qihang, what are you doing standing here? Go back inside. Where's your mother?"

Before Zhao Qihang could speak, Zhang Li came out of the bedroom and shouted, "What do you mean 'come back'? Let him stand there. He did so badly on the exam, and he still has the nerve to come back to his room. Look at how badly he did on the exam!"

Zhao Qihang shuddered and lowered his head even further.

"No matter how high the score, you don't need to stand as punishment for so long..." After receiving the report card and seeing the grades, Zhao's father fell silent, then frowned. "Qihang, how could you do so poorly? This shouldn't be happening."

Mr. Zhao was at a loss.

Zhang Li has a strong personality and a strong desire for control, so he doesn't feel comfortable interfering in disciplining the children.

If it were just a bad test score, he could say a few words, smooth things over, and tell the child to go back to their room.

But this isn't just about failing the exam; it's about not studying at all.

Zhao's father sighed and went into the bedroom.

……

Each one has its own approach and is different from the others.

The parents of Class 7 were stunned when they saw the grades their children brought home.

How could you do so badly on the test?!

For a time, reprimands and disputes arose constantly in each household.

Zhang Sisi remained first in the class, but her ranking dropped from 22nd to 182nd.

This is a huge step backward.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang frowned as they looked at the report card. "How could these grades be so bad?"

Zhang Sisi sat on the sofa with her head down. "It's very difficult to study. My study performance has been very poor this month."

Her family is of modest means, and her parents value her grades quite a bit, but not to the point of beating or scolding her if her grades drop; they are just constantly anxious.

"What happened? You need to find out why. This is a huge drop. Your math score has fallen to 100. How are you going to get into university with this score?" Zhang's mother said sadly.

"My study habits started to suffer after I changed teachers." Zhang Sisi picked up her math test paper, looking annoyed. "Many of my study plans have been disrupted."

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang looked at each other in disbelief. "How could this be? Isn't Lu Qian a student teacher? Teacher Zhang has been a teacher for so many years, he's bound to be a better teacher than us."

They knew about the change of homeroom teacher a month ago, but they didn't say anything.

They hadn't originally planned to change their homeroom teacher, but after Zhang Li said that, they felt that what she said made some sense.

Who wouldn't want their child to receive a better education from a better teacher?

So they became the silent masses.

It's better to replace it, but it still works fine without replacing it.

Zhang Sisi tossed the test paper onto the sofa, went into the bathroom, washed her face with cold water, and leaned against the sink to look in the mirror.

The coolness slightly eased the restlessness in my heart, and a few strands of damp hair fell down.

She is a student who makes study plans and has good grades, which proves that she is not stupid.

She was unaware of the change of homeroom teacher. When Zhang Chao arrived, she initially didn't care, since she had her own study plan anyway.

However, in the past month, the amount of homework has increased, with various classical Chinese texts and English words being copied as punishment. Math class is basically just reading from the textbook, and the classroom discipline is not good, which reduces the teacher's teaching efficiency and also affects her listening efficiency.

Now she realizes she was wrong, terribly wrong.

She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling lost and unsure of what to do.

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