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

Director Pan took the report card and looked at it carefully.

The student's test scores from the three exams matched perfectly, and his grades in the first year of high school were also quite good.

And with that kind of rhetoric, it's no joke.

Of course, Director Pan knew perfectly well why.

He got up and went to the water dispenser, filled a disposable paper cup with water and handed it to Zhang Sisi.

"Please have a seat."

"Thank you, Director."

Zhang Sisi sat down with a paper cup in her hand, her heart pounding with nervousness.

This is the boldest thing she's ever done; she doesn't know if it will work.

"Did someone encourage you to switch shifts?" Director Pan suddenly asked.

Shift changes are not a problem.

The problem lies in the timing.

If they wanted to change shifts, they would have done so sooner; there's no need to wait until now to talk about changing shifts.

Zhang Sisi froze, realizing that Teacher Wang had indeed guessed correctly.

During lunch with Teacher Wang, he said that if someone asks a similar question, just answer frankly; there's no way to hide it.

"I consulted my junior high school teacher at noon," Zhang Sisi said cautiously, then quickly added, "But changing classes was my own idea."

Director Pan nodded. "Does Teacher Zhang Chao know you're changing classes?"

Zhang Sisi shook her head. "I don't know."

"Do the parents know?"

"My parents know about it and they agree."

Wang Lan called Zhang Sisi's parents at noon just now.

Changing shifts requires parental signatures, so there's no way to hide it.

Director Pan roughly understood what was going on, and tentatively asked, "You want to go to Teacher Lu's Class 25?"

Zhang Sisi bit her lip. "Director, I definitely want to go, but I can't. I can accept going to any class except Class 7 and Class 25, as long as I can study in peace and quiet."

So sensible!

Director Pan gave his evaluation in his mind.

Perhaps it was because of Zhang Li's repeated bombardment that he felt that facing normal people was a wonderful thing.

Zhang Li, even the top student in Class 7 doesn't dare to dream of continuing in Teacher Lu's class, yet your child, who's at the bottom, still dares to dream?

"Zhang, the process for changing classes is as follows: First, you need your parents' consent, which you already meet. Next, you need to communicate with your homeroom teacher, because changing classes requires the original homeroom teacher's signature. Then, you need to find out if any other classes are willing to accept you."

"If you agree to all of these, bring the parent consent form and the personal commitment form to apply. The application requires the principal's approval and signature before the class change can proceed."

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Zhang Sisi turned pale upon hearing this. Communicate with Zhang Chao? Need Zhang Chao's signature?

Finished!

How is that even possible!

A large part of the reason for the class change was that they couldn't adapt to Zhang Chao's teaching methods.

If I need to communicate with him again, wouldn't that be suicide?

Zhang Sisi felt like she had just seen a glimmer of sunshine, only to have it obscured by dark clouds in the blink of an eye.

"Director Pan, if my original homeroom teacher doesn't agree, does that mean I can't transfer to another class?" Zhang Sisi asked nervously.

Director Pan glanced at him and said calmly, "If he doesn't agree, I will step in and mediate to get him to agree."

He wasn't deliberately trying to scare the little girl; it was just that the necessary procedures needed to be explained clearly.

Zhang Sisi paused for a moment, then her face lit up with hope. "Director Pan, do you agree?"

Director Pan took a sip of water. "I don't have any objections, but the problem is that you need a class to accept you, and you don't have any goals, so it's a difficult situation."

Zhang Sisi quickly spoke up, "Director, any class is fine, I'll definitely study hard! I promise, I'll be in the top 100 next time, and strive for the top 50 the time after that!"

In fact, Director Pan had already agreed in his heart; he was just thinking about which class to send the student to.

Before Lu Qian took over Class 7, Zhang Sisi's grades were already quite good. It would be a real shame if she were affected by Class 7.

Of course, that's not the most important thing. She dared to apply, so Director Pan thought highly of her. Opportunities are always earned.

"Okay, go back to class and don't tell your classmates about this. Don't talk to Teacher Zhang about it either. I'll ask the other teachers for their opinions first."

"OK?"

Zhang Sisi quickly stood up, bowed to Director Pan, and said, "Thank you, Director Pan!"

She didn't understand the hidden meaning in Director Pan's words; she only listened to the surface meaning and did what he said.

After leaving, Director Pan fell into thought.

Which class should I go to?

……

Zhang Sisi calmly arrived at the math group and bowed to apologize as soon as she saw Zhang Chao.

"Teacher Zhang, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left right after class. I know I was wrong."

Zhang Chao was caught off guard by this proactive apology, but he still spoke in a deep voice.

Are you in a rush after class?

"The teacher is so tired, yet they weren't the first to leave. What's your rush?"

Zhang Sisi remained silent, only nodding repeatedly.

Zhang Chao felt a bit aggrieved, but had no way to vent his frustration. He scolded Zhang Sisi a few times and then made her leave.

Zhang Sisi returned to class without saying anything.

Everyone thought she only went to see Zhang Chao; no one knew she went to see Director Pan.

Only her deskmate sensed that something was wrong.

……

Lu Qian didn't take Zhang Li's threat seriously at all.

Report it if you want, since the tutoring is free and doesn't even take up Saturdays.

During this physical education class, he refused to play basketball and instead sat with Zhang Zidong on one side of the podium, where he instructed him on singing techniques.

"Teacher, I feel like I haven't made much progress lately. No matter how I sing, it always sounds the same." Zhang Zidong was very distressed.

"Sing a couple of lines for me," Lu Qian said with a smile.

Zhang Zidong didn't mince words and simply sang two lines of a well-known song.

Lu Qian listened attentively, then patted his stomach. "You really have no technique, you rely purely on talent. You sing with your stomach, not your voice. You need to develop good habits and take good care of your voice. Also, try to find a singing method that uses chest resonance; your voice will be more penetrating."

After speaking, Lu Qian also sang a song and taught Zhang Zidong the techniques line by line.

Zhang Zidong studied very diligently and made changes little by little.

He was talented and learned quickly; after only a short time of instruction, he mastered these singing techniques.

"Hey! Teacher Lu, you seem much better!"

"Of course! Having talent doesn't mean you have to be strong enough to fly bricks." Lu Qian smiled, thought for a moment, and then asked another question, "Zidong, which songs do you think are the best?"

Zhang Zidong didn't answer immediately. After thinking for a while, he said, "Like Jay Chou? Phoenix Legend? Or widely popular songs like 'Ten Years,' 'Father,' and 'The Ordinary Road'?"

"And those foreign songs, like 'Hillsong Young & Free' and 'Counting Stars,' are world-famous songs."

"That's right. Do you know what they have in common?" Lu Qian asked.

"Does it sound good?" Zhang Zidong asked hesitantly.

"Yes, the most amazing thing about music is that even if you don't understand it, you still find it beautiful!" Lu Qian said.

"Sing with your heart, touch your emotions. That's why I want you to learn a foreign language. Of course, you can imitate if you don't know the language, but you'll only have the form, not the spirit."

"That's why some people cover songs using the original melody and key, but their performances are still mediocre."

"Some people cover songs in different keys and are even more popular."

"If you can't even connect with the music yourself, how can you expect others to?"

"Language can create barriers, but music can directly touch people's hearts."

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