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

After listening to Teacher Lu's words, Zhang Zidong fell into thought.

He never really thought deeply about singing; he just liked it.

He usually just imitates the tune of the original singer over and over again. He learns how others sing, which makes it very difficult to surpass the original singer.

Seeing him deep in thought, Lu Qian took out his phone, found a video on Bilibili, and started playing it.

"Scattered moonlight pierced through the clouds..."

Zhang Zidong immediately blurted out, "This is Phoenix Legend's cover of 'Underwater'!"

Lu Qian nodded. "It seems you've heard both the original and the cover versions."

"The original lyrics are melancholic and poignant, carrying a sense of decadence and despair, but Phoenix Legend's adapted and covered version sings out a life force that is as powerful as an earthquake!"

It's the kind of unreasonable thing that pulls you out of the deepest abyss and drags you to embrace the sunshine without restraint!

"The child who went out to explore the ocean was tied up and taken home by the kind neighbor lady, who even dried his hair for him. The neighbor brother told you that there is still hope in life while cooking, and then asked if you wanted to add cilantro."

"There's also Teacher Teng's cover of 'Invisible Wings,' which is jokingly called 'Steel Wings.' The singing style is completely different, giving people a unique kind of shock."

"You're just singing the lyrics, while they're singing the emotions."

"Of course, there are also singers who sing purely out of technique and talent, and they are equally amazing. You are similar to that type now. It's not that it's bad, but your teacher thinks you can do even better!"

Zhang Zidong was stunned; this was a perspective he had never considered before.

Lu Qian patted him on the shoulder. "No rush, take your time. Study Chinese well. Literature and music are interconnected. In the near future, you'll discover that only when words are freed from the constraints of textbooks can you truly appreciate their charm."

Zhang Zidong vaguely felt as if he had touched something.

……

Teaching building, Director Pan's office.

A female teacher was sitting in front of Pan Hai, and Zhang Sisi's report card was spread out on the table.

"Teacher Song, what do you think of Zhang Sisi?" Director Pan asked.

He doesn't like to procrastinate, and after analyzing the current situation of each class, he chose this teacher.

Song Chunyan, Grade 11, Class 17, homeroom teacher and Chinese language teacher.

The class ranked eleventh in the midterm, the class atmosphere was harmonious, and the relationship between teachers and students was also very good.

Actually, Guo Mei's Class 24 is also a good fit for Zhang Sisi, but Class 24 and Class 25 are sister classes.

Although Lu Qian doesn't teach Class 24, he's quite familiar with the students in Class 24.

Director Pan didn't want anything to affect Lu Qian's mindset, so he gave up the idea of ​​sending Zhang Sisi to Class 24.

Moreover, the principal and Director Pan also discussed that day whether Lu Qian could teach another class of math.

After all, Lu Qian's math teaching ability is just too amazing!

Ironically, math, which is a subject with low scores, is actually very easy to improve. If I could teach another class, it would definitely take off.

We'll see which class gets lucky, or which class Teacher Lu chooses.

However, since Lu Qian is now teaching both mathematics and chemistry, this idea has been put on hold for the time being.

Director Pan also considered a very crucial yet inconspicuous point.

Class 17 and Class 7 are not on the same floor. If Zhang Sisi comes to Class 17, she can avoid the teachers and students of Class 7 as much as possible, saving a lot of awkwardness.

As long as a student is genuinely interested in learning, Director Pan is willing to do his best to help.

Looking at Zhang Sisi's grades, Teacher Song said, "She's an excellent student, but what about that incident in Class 7..."

Director Pan understood her concerns and explained, "Teacher Song, I understand your concerns. I won't hide this from you. Zhang Sisi's parents didn't come to the school; they just remained silent about the matter."

"This child also found a junior high school teacher who helped persuade the parents to change classes, solidified their stance, and then came to me to make this request. I'm just acting as a middleman; whether or not to accept the child is entirely up to you."

Teacher Song nodded slightly. "I can accept it if you just stand by and watch, but to suggest switching classes is an attitude in itself."

She paused, then looked at Pan Hai with a half-smile, "But then again, this child has always been first in Class 7, and his grades are usually very stable. This time, at most, he just had an off day."

With a little more effort, getting into the top 100 shouldn't be a problem. If you go through the practice problems again in your senior year, you might even improve.

"Would Teacher Zhang really let such a top student go?"

Pan Hai picked up his teacup, blew away the foam, took a small sip, and smiled faintly, "It's simple, I agree."

……

Evening self-study.

Lu Qian continued to tutor the students. The tutoring progressed quickly, and after a while, he would no longer need tutoring.

During the break between classes, Zhao Qihang, wearing a mask, quietly ran to the floor of Class 25.

Pretending to pass by casually, I immediately noticed the densely packed chemical formulas on the blackboard of Class 25.

When I went to the restroom, I heard some students saying things like, "Teacher Lu's chemistry lessons are so easy to understand!" and "Tomorrow is physics, I love it!"

He didn't dare linger and hurriedly returned to his classroom to wait for school to end.

As soon as the school bell rang, Zhao Qihang, unusually, did not have diarrhea and walked towards the school gate.

Zhang Li had been waiting for a while. "Is it a tutoring session?"

Zhao Qihang nodded. "When get out of class ended, I saw that the blackboard was full of chemical formulas, and someone said that they would have physics tutoring tomorrow."

Zhang Li showed a look of surprise, took out her phone, and began to record.

There were some other things written on it as well.

Tutoring will be provided to all students in Class 25.

Make-up class time: Evening self-study.

...

"Mom, but I think I heard other classes saying that Teacher Lu tutors for free," Zhao Qihang said softly.

Zhang Li scoffed dismissively, "Free? You actually believe that? It's just for show; who knows how much money they're making behind the scenes."

She finally understood. No wonder Lu Qian refused her gift that day; he made money by tutoring in private and didn't care about her little things at all.

"Let's go home."

It's too late today, she'll report it tomorrow.

……

Meanwhile, Zhang Zidong returned home, threw his schoolbag aside, and sat down in a chair.

He kept recalling what Teacher Lu had told him during the afternoon PE class.

Sing with your heart...

Sing with emotion, not just lyrics...

With a quick glance, Zhang Zidong spotted "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles" on the bookshelf. After a moment's thought, he took one of the copies down.

He really liked "The Lost Tomb" and read it many times, including watching the TV series. But after watching it all, he still felt that the novel was the best, and the TV series couldn't capture the essence of Xiao Ge.

"With a burning, unyielding spirit, I walk towards the most lenient execution ground..."

Zhang Zidong murmured a line, and in that instant, the magnificent and suffocating pain described in the book floated into his mind.

He sat in the chair for a few minutes, then suddenly grabbed his phone and wired headphones and rushed out of the bedroom.

"Mom and Dad, I'm going to sing in the hallway, I'll be back in a bit!"

Be careful.

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