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

Zhang Sisi felt dazed all morning and didn't hear anything.

A thought kept swirling in my mind.

As soon as the school bell rang at noon, she rushed out of the classroom and out of the school, regardless of whether the teacher had said get out of class was over.

I flagged down a taxi on the road and headed straight for a junior high school.

That was her junior high school, and she wanted to find her junior high homeroom teacher.

She used to be a very self-conscious student, but her junior high school homeroom teacher encouraged her and helped her develop her ability to learn independently.

Zhang Sisi felt too ashamed to ask Teacher Lu for help, and her parents couldn't help her either; only her junior high school homeroom teacher could help her.

On the taxi.

Zhang Sisi turned on her phone and, with trembling hands, called her junior high school homeroom teacher.

"Teacher Wang, are you at school? I need to talk to you."

A very kind female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh, it's Sisi. Come on, I'm at school."

In the Chinese language group, Wang Lan paused at the door, then sat back down, smiling as she said to her colleagues, "You guys go ahead, a child is looking for me."

The colleague nodded and left.

Before long, Zhang Sisi returned to her junior high school and ran towards the location she remembered.

The door to the Chinese language group was open.

"Sisi? Why aren't you coming in?" Wang Lan pulled her in, somewhat puzzled. "What happened?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Zhang Sisi could no longer control her tense emotions and burst into tears.

"Teacher Wang, I did something wrong. Can you give me some advice?"

Wang Lan's expression immediately turned serious. She got up, closed the door, and poured herself a glass of warm water.

"Have some water. No rush. Tell me slowly, and I'll listen carefully."

Zhang Sisi took a sip of water and began to recount what had happened during this period.

……

After listening,

Wang Lan sighed and gently took Zhang Sisi's hand. "Sisi, you've made a serious mistake. If you can teach a top-performing class, how could you not teach a top-performing class? Teaching ability has never been related to age."

Zhang Sisi nodded, sobbing, "Teacher, I know, I know I was wrong, but I don't know what to do. I've been feeling really bad lately."

"Actually, you already have a plan," Wang Lan said softly. "Class 7, which you're in now, isn't suitable for you anymore. Go and switch to a more stable class. And don't go to that Teacher Lu's class; the students there won't welcome you. With your self-study ability, as long as it doesn't affect you, it'll be fine."

Zhang Sisi nodded frantically.

She had been thinking about changing shifts for a long time, but she didn't dare to do it.

So she found someone she trusted to give her a boost of confidence.

Wang Lan sighed softly, "Sisi, I've told you before, you need to have your own ideas, don't be too silent, and don't blindly follow the crowd, it will only hurt you."

"You've heard the saying: When an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent."

"You are that snowflake."

"Fortunately, the situation isn't the worst. Your parents didn't get involved in these things at school, and your grades are good, so the other homeroom teachers won't ostracize you."

"Remember to apologize to that Teacher Lu. Apologizing isn't about begging for his forgiveness, but about letting him know that you were wrong. Only by saying it out loud can you remember it."

Zhang Sisi had stopped crying and nodded frantically, "Teacher Wang, I'll remember!"

Wang Lan then said, "The most important thing is to switch classes first, and then apologize to Teacher Lu. This will prevent the Class 7 homeroom teacher from misunderstanding that Teacher Lu instigated the situation, and we can't cause any more trouble for them."

"When you get to the new class, publicly promise that you will study hard and not get involved in other things to prevent being treated differently. Sometimes, saying it out loud will prevent some people from gossiping."

"I'll call your parents right away and explain the situation to them, don't worry."

Wang Lan's voice remained soft throughout, like a feather brushing against Zhang Sisi's heart, gradually calming her down.

Wang Lan had studied some psychology in college, and she knew very well that the biggest problem was not changing classes, but how to get her parents to agree to it.

This is the main reason why Zhang Sisi came today, though she may not even realize it herself.

"Thank you, Teacher Wang!" Zhang Sisi said, turning to leave.

Wang Lan stopped her, "Hey, have some food before you go. You can't study on an empty stomach. Here, take this milk and drink it this afternoon."

……

in the afternoon.

Zhang Chao stood expressionless at the classroom door.

The teacher just told him that when school was over at noon, before they even said get out of class was over, Zhang Sisi ran out. Does she even respect the teacher?

Does being first in the class mean you can ignore the teacher?

Zhang Chao felt his authority being gradually undermined.

The school bell rang, but Zhang Sisi still hadn't returned.

Zhang Chao was even more displeased, but since class had started and the teacher had arrived, he had no choice but to say, "Zhang Sisi will be back soon. Have her come to my office!"

The other students all lowered their heads, thinking that Zhang Sisi was doomed.

At this moment, Zhang Sisi had just arrived at the school gate, and her mood was much more stable than when she left.

Calmly knock on the door, say "report," and after receiving the teacher's permission, return to your seat and start looking for your things.

Her deskmate, who was second in the class, said softly when she returned, "Sisi, Teacher Zhang wants you to go to his office after class."

Zhang Sisi paused, then nodded. "Okay, thank you."

She found her report card, which gave her the confidence to switch classes.

"What are you doing with your report card?" The deskmate sensed something was off and hesitated, "Are you... alright?"

Zhang Sisi smiled slightly, "I feel better than ever before."

Desk mate: "?"

Zhang Sisi listened attentively in class this time and was no longer distracted.

After class, instead of going to the math department, she took her report card and headed towards Director Pan's office.

Director Pan was in his office when he heard a knock on the door and said, "Come in."

Seeing that it was a student, Director Pan was somewhat puzzled.

"Director Pan, hello, I want to transfer to another class," Zhang Sisi said directly.

Director Pan was taken aback, quickly put down his pen, and asked seriously, "Which class are you in?"

Zhang Sisi had already discussed how to communicate with Wang Lan at noon.

It's very simple: demonstrate value.

"Director Pan, hello. My name is Zhang Sisi. I am from Class 7. My ranking in the midterm exam was 182nd. My ranking in the last monthly exam was 22nd. My ranking in the monthly exam before that was 45th."

I'm finding it difficult to adapt to the learning environment in Class 7, and I'd like to switch to another class. Director Pan, I assure you, based on my past academic performance, that I will be in the top 100 in the next exam!

A series of moves completely stunned Director Pan, but he quickly digested the information.

"Wait a moment."

Director Pan plans to look at the student's transcript to see their grades.

"Director, I brought my report cards from each exam." Zhang Sisi handed over the report cards.

Director Pan glanced at Zhang Sisi in surprise. Was she so well prepared?

And this rhetoric—instead of addressing the problems with Class 7, they say they can't adapt.

Flawless!

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