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

Lu Qian felt a warmth in his heart. When he saw Geng Zeqin waiting for him at the entrance of the teaching building, he knew why the other party had come.

After all, physical education teachers don't need to supervise evening self-study sessions.

"There's nothing you can do, you can only say you're unlucky, even drinking cold water can cause problems..."

Lu Qian didn't hide anything and told the whole story.

After listening,

"Damn it, have they been beaten to a pulp by a herd of donkeys?" Geng Zeqin said angrily. "You worked so hard to improve their kids' grades, and now that they're doing well, they're replacing you."

Isn't this ungrateful? And what about Zhang Chao? Isn't he just reaping the benefits?

Lu Qian shrugged. "There's nothing I can do. These parents are too difficult to deal with. It's not worth confronting them head-on."

Fortunately, the skewers restaurant was crowded and noisy, and they were sitting on the side, so no one paid attention to them.

Geng Zeqin was still indignant. "No, even after all this, you can still tolerate it? You've gone from the top class to the bottom class in one fell swoop! I have to ask Director Pan."

"Hey, hey, don't rush." ​​Lu Qian was touched, but quickly pressed him down. "Listen to me."

Seeing this, Geng Zeqin had no choice but to stop talking, stuff two chicken wings into his mouth, and listen quietly to Lu Qian speak.

"Things haven't gotten that serious yet, it's just a shift change," Lu Qian said.

Geng Zeqin's lips twitched. "Others might not be able to train a top-performing class in their entire lives, but you did it during your internship, and it was just a different class. This could affect your promotion and seniority."

"I've been officially hired," Lu Qian said slowly.

"Huh?" Geng Zeqin was taken aback.

"I'm going to lead Class 25. Director Pan is compensating me by increasing my salary and giving me early promotion," Lu Qian explained.

Upon hearing this, Geng Zeqin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"On the other hand, Xiao Pan did a good job in this respect."

"But Class 25..." Geng Zeqin hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Knowing the other party's concerns, Lu Qian continued, "Can you have some faith in me? They're all the same kind of kids. If I can teach Class 7 well, I can teach Class 25 well too."

"Good! You truly are my good eldest son. If you need anything, just come to me, and I'll make room for you."

"Don't worry, Dad will ask you for it when you need it."

The two laughed and teased each other, continuing to chat and eat.

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On the other side, after Zhao Qihang ran out of the teaching building, he turned around and couldn't see Lu Qian anymore, so he slowed down.

The tension from before had vanished, replaced by a disdainful sneer.

"Tch, a lousy intern teacher dares to boss me around? Doesn't she know her place?"

He had long been dissatisfied with Lu Qian, the intern teacher.

They always stare at him during class, asking him questions every few days. He gets called on for even talking to his deskmate during class. Why don't they care when others are talking?

Even other classes require constant monitoring.

He hadn't thought much of it before, but now, looking back, he only felt annoyed.

You deserved to be transferred!

You really think you're so capable? Without us good students, you're nothing.

Zhao Qihang kicked the stones under his feet far away, bumping into the students in front of him. Then he pretended that it had nothing to do with him and hurried past.

Several students in the class who had been disciplined by Lu Qian before privately felt that Lu Qian was too controlling and had too many problems.

Several honest students said that Lu Qian was responsible, which drew a burst of laughter from them.

Please, she's just an intern teacher, only a few years older than them.

Does he know how to teach?

I'm just here to gain some experience.

Besides, what does it have to do with the teachers that these good students are good at their studies?

Now that Lu Qian has been transferred, they feel a sense of liberation, finally free from any constraints.

As Zhao Qihang walked to the school gate, he immediately saw his mother, Zhang Li, waiting for him by the roadside.

"Why are you so late?" Zhang Li asked, frowning. "How was class today with the new teacher?"

"I went to the bathroom after school. Class was fine, just like usual." Zhao Qihang didn't mention that there were some points he didn't understand in class. This sometimes happened before, and he would ask his classmates during self-study.

Zhang Li nodded in satisfaction. "Your new homeroom teacher, Mr. Zhang Chao, is a senior teacher. Study hard. If you have any questions, tell your mother, and I'll report them. You're almost in your senior year; your studies are the most important thing."

"I know, I know, what problem could there be?" Zhao Qihang replied impatiently.

He paused for a moment, then added, "Oh, by the way, Mom, I just ran into Teacher Lu."

Zhang Li frowned instantly. "Did he cause you trouble?"

"No, we just happened to run into him when he came downstairs," Zhao Qihang replied casually, his eyes fixed on the fried food stall across the street. "Mom, I want to eat fried food."

"What's there to eat? It's junk food. Eating too much of it is bad for your brain," Zhang Li refused outright.

"Just one, I'll definitely improve in the next exam!" Zhao Qihang said confidently.

"Then I'll buy it next time I improve," Zhang Li continued to refuse, then asked, "Did Teacher Lu say anything?"

"No, he just told me to work hard in the future." Zhao Qihang's voice was somewhat downcast.

Zhang Li nodded slightly, seemingly somewhat disappointed by the answer.

After returning home and finishing dinner, Zhao Qihang dashed into his room.

Half an hour later.

Zhang Li pushed open the door and came in carrying a bowl of dark soup. She smiled with satisfaction when she saw Zhao Qihang sitting and studying.

"Qihang, I made you some brain-boosting soup. Drink it while it's hot."

"What is this? It smells awful." Zhao Qihang said with a look of disgust. "You don't need to drink this."

"No, you have to drink it. I got this prescription from a friend; it's good for your brain. You're under a lot of academic pressure right now, so you need to take more supplements," Zhang Li said, half-commanding and half-coaxing.

Seeing this, Zhao Qihang had no choice but to take the bowl, pinch his nose, and force himself to drink the whole bowl of medicine soup despite feeling nauseous.

After finishing the drink, he hurriedly gulped down water to rinse his mouth.

"It tastes awful, what is it made of?"

He felt it tasted even worse than the traditional Chinese medicine he had before.

"I've finished drinking, and I still need to study. Mom, you should go out now," Zhao Qihang urged Zhang Li to leave.

Zhang Li didn't notice anything amiss, picked up the bowl, turned around, and left.

"Okay, you go study. I'll stay outside with you."

After Zhang Li left, Zhao Qihang finally breathed a sigh of relief and took out his still-lit phone from under his book.

The game is displayed above.

He had been secretly playing on his phone, and when Zhang Li came in, he didn't have time to hide it, so he put it under his book.

I was on tenterhooks the whole time while taking the medicine, afraid of being discovered.

Zhang Li would check his phone from time to time. This phone was borrowed from a classmate, and if it was discovered, given Zhang Li's personality, she might make a scene at the school.

After pretending to study until midnight, Zhao Qihang opened the door and called out.

"Mom, I'm done studying, time for bed."

Zhang Li, who was working in the living room, replied "Okay" and took her computer back to her bedroom.

After closing the door, Zhao Qihang excitedly ran to bed and boldly started playing games. He played until his phone ran out of battery in the middle of the night before putting it away and falling asleep in a daze.

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