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

Zhang Sisi gripped her pants tightly, her heart pounding with nervousness.

She didn't know if her answer was good or not, or if the teacher would accept her, but this was her only chance.

With her head down, she didn't notice that Song Chunyan was nodding slightly to Director Pan.

Director Pan got up, returned to his desk, and began printing approval forms.

"Sisi, come sit next to me," Song Chunyan said softly.

Zhang Sisi carefully moved over and sat on the edge of the sofa.

Seeing this, Song Chunyan sighed inwardly, realizing she was putting the child in a difficult position.

She and Zhang Chao had no interaction; they were the kind of people who wouldn't even nod to each other when they met.

I've only heard that the teaching is very strict, the class discipline is very strict, and they especially like to punish by association and make sweeping generalizations.

I never imagined that I would put this child under so much pressure.

Song Chunyan has been a teacher for many years and has mentored many top students.

How can top students be trained using the same methods as ordinary students?

It's just like a math problem.

The top students understood it, so there was absolutely no need for them to listen to it three or four times with the average students.

Listening to them more is just a waste of time; it's better to let the top students learn on their own.

Song Chunyan said, "Sisi, since you're coming to my class, you have to put the past behind you. I won't ask your former homeroom teacher or classmates about you, and I certainly won't let them influence you."

"I've seen your past grades, and they're very good. I'll give you a corresponding degree of freedom in your studies, but I want to see a return on your efforts. If your grades drop instead of improve, you'll have to study according to my methods."

"The teaching pace in our class may be a little different from that in Class 7. If you encounter something you don't understand after transferring here, you can just ask the teacher. We really appreciate students asking questions."

"Finally, you've come to my class, you're my student, all you need to do is study hard."

Zhang Sisi looked up at Song Chunyan, stunned by what she heard, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Silly child, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and thank Teacher Song." Director Pan walked over with several sheets of paper and a pen and placed them in front of Zhang Sisi.

Zhang Sisi snapped back to reality, quickly stood up, and bowed. "Thank you, Teacher Song, for giving me this opportunity. Thank you, Teacher Song, thank you, Teacher Song..."

As she spoke, her voice became choked with emotion.

"Why is this child crying?" Song Chunyan pulled Zhang Sisi over and made her sit next to her, gently patting her back.

"It's just a little unbelievable that a teacher took me in. Thank you, Teacher Song," Zhang Sisi said, wiping away her tears and choking back sobs.

"You got all this by yourself." Director Pan handed over two sheets of paper and tapped the forms on the table. "This is the 'Transfer Application Form,' fill it out here. Take the 'Parental Informed Consent Form' back with you. After you finish writing it and sign it, you also need to write a written application by hand. Make sure you have copies of your ID card and report card ready. Come back tomorrow to get it stamped."

Zhang Sisi listened very carefully. After hearing what Director Pan said, she whispered, "Director, do you have any sticky notes? I want to write these down so I don't forget them."

"Good habit, but I don't have any sticky notes. Here's a notebook for you to write in." Director Pan found a brand new notebook and handed it over.

"Thank you, Director. Thank you, Director." Zhang Sisi thanked him repeatedly and wrote down the few things that Director Pan had just said.

Seeing that she had almost finished writing, Director Pan spoke again, "Okay, you can go back to class as usual. Find some time this afternoon to talk to Teacher Zhang about the class change."

"Just say it normally, don't be afraid. Just let him know that you want to change shifts. It's a necessary procedure."

Zhang Sisi nodded repeatedly. At this moment, even if she didn't understand, she knew that the director was on her side.

"Okay, go ahead."

Teacher Song nodded with a smile, "Fill out the form tonight and come find me tomorrow morning. I'll take you to see Director Pan and the principal to get it stamped. After we've completed the process, I'll get a few students to help you move your things."

"Okay, thank you, Director Pan, thank you, Teacher Song." Zhang Sisi stood up and bowed, then suddenly remembered something and asked somewhat nervously, "Teacher Song, after I transfer classes, can I go and apologize to Teacher Lu? I was wrong about this, and I want to apologize to Teacher Lu."

Song Chunyan smiled and nodded, "That's good, it'll make you feel better after apologizing."

Zhang Sisi bowed again and left Director Pan's office.

I was extremely nervous when I arrived, but I left with light steps.

"Zhang Sisi has good grades and is willing to learn. Her grades will probably improve soon. Her parents aren't the kind of people who cause trouble. Teacher Song, you've really struck gold," Director Pan said with a smile.

Song Chunyan smiled casually, "It's all thanks to Director Pan that you thought of me, otherwise it wouldn't have been my turn."

"Your class has a good atmosphere, and the students' grades are not bad either. They also listen to you. I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving them with anyone else," Director Pan said.

Song Chunyan chuckled twice, then suddenly remembered something and jokingly said, "Director Pan, there's something I need to mention beforehand. My class has quite a few people. I can accept one Zhang Sisi, but several more won't do."

"What you said reminds me, I wonder if a few more people will come to take over shifts later?" Director Pan suddenly felt a headache coming on.

"When it comes to shift changes, it has to be a willing exchange," Song Chunyan said meaningfully.

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Zhang Sisi returned to Class 7 with light steps.

He put the notebook in his backpack, a relaxed smile spreading across his face.

"Where have you been? Why are you so happy?" My deskmate asked, somewhat puzzled.

My deskmate's name is Xiao Ming. He ranked second in the class in the midterm exam and usually hovers around the top five.

He had a feeling that Zhang Sisi had been acting a little strange these past two days, as if she had encountered something happy.

It's a bit strange.

Zhang Sisi immediately suppressed her smile and tried to put on her usual worried look. "No, I just went out for some fresh air."

"Oh." Xiao Ming nodded, not taking it to heart. "I feel like you've been slacking off lately. You need to work harder, otherwise I'll be first in the class next time."

Zhang Sisi paused for a moment, gave Xiao Ming a strange look, then nodded without saying anything.

She was the kind of student who focused solely on her studies, and her relationship with Xiao Ming was neither particularly good nor bad; it was just a normal classmate relationship.

Director Pan told her not to tell anyone about it, so even at this point, she obediently followed his instructions.

Unable to express her feelings, Zhang Sisi could only silently wish her deskmate well in her heart.

"You don't need to take the next exam; you'll be first in the class tomorrow."

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