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

Let's discuss how destructive a single sentence can be.

Zhang Zidong froze on the spot, feeling as if the whole world had turned gray.

His mother's words completely broke him down.

Destroy it!

"mom!"

A sound comparable to a groundhog's scream rang out in the bedroom.

"How did you get their attention?!"

An indescribable sense of shame surged into his heart, but the next second Zhang Zidong suddenly realized what was happening and stared at his mother in disbelief.

"Wait, Mom, how did you know my account number?"

"I didn't tell you! I showed you the video before, but you wouldn't watch it!"

Hearing the commotion, the father, Zhang Qingjun, rushed over, looking surprised. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Zhang Zidong sighed with a look of utter despair, "Dad, sigh..."

Liang Yuping watched her son's reaction with interest, but also with some helplessness. "I didn't want to either. Big data keeps pushing things to me, forcing me to pay attention."

"But I didn't show my face!"

"How could I not recognize your voice? I know the whole hallway."

Zhang Zidong was completely numb.

The father, Zhang Qingjun, overheard the gist of the conversation and then glanced at his wife's expression.

His lips curled slightly upwards, his eyes curved slightly at the corners, and his smile carried a hint of teasing.

Case solved.

I guess his wife was just teasing their son.

Zhang Qingjun chuckled and shook his head. "Alright, stop teasing your son."

Zhang Zidong's eyes regained some of their sparkle. Was he just teasing me?

What does that mean?

Liang Yuping couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing, "Son, your expression is so funny."

After a brief moment of surprise, Zhang Zidong sat up straight. "What do you mean?"

"Your mother didn't tell any relatives. She always teases you. How could you fall for it?" Zhang Qingjun said helplessly.

Zhang Zidong felt like he had been fully recharged.

"Mom, is it true?"

Liang Yuping smiled and said, "Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone. If I had, you'd be in for a performance during the New Year. Or do you want to perform? Well then, I'll have to say something..."

"No, no, no, no, no, no..."

"Don't worry, I have no interest in spreading your secrets around and affecting you. But speaking of which, with your unstable mentality, how are you going to sing on stage in the future? If you're not good enough, just practice more!"

Zhang Zidong smirked, "Mom, you're so trendy, you even know how to use internet memes now."

"Of course. Alright, you can continue your live stream, we're going back to watch TV." Liang Yuping pulled Zhang Qingjun back to the bedroom.

Zhang Zidong closed the door. After his mother's commotion, he was no longer nervous and his mindset calmed down. Of course, he no longer wanted to do a live broadcast.

However, after thinking about it, I decided to post a video to say that I currently have no intention of becoming a streamer, but I might occasionally stream for fun.

The focus should still be on studying!

……

On the other side, at Tan Chengyue's home.

He looked at Zhang Zidong's viral video with envy in his eyes.

"I want to be famous too!"

"That kid's probably having a blast right now."

"What should I draw that people will watch?"

Tan Chengyue looked at the comics on his bookshelf. Comics have an audience; some like them, and some don't.

Choosing one group means giving up another. Is there anything that everyone likes?

"Son, come out and have some fruit!" came the mother's voice from the living room.

"They're here!"

Tan Chengyue strolled slowly into the living room, where his parents were nestled on the sofa watching "My Own Swordsman," laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

Several large bowls were placed on the coffee table, filled with washed and cut fruit.

He stuck a mango in his mouth with a toothpick and planned to watch TV for a while.

As soon as I sat down, my gaze swept over the coffee table, and I suddenly froze.

A banknote is pressed under the glass of the coffee table.

A flash of inspiration struck Tan Chengyue; he seemed to have found something everyone liked.

……

the next morning.

Ma Chengde was woken up by the alarm clock. After turning it off, he turned over and went back to sleep for a while. Only after the second alarm rang did he slowly get up.

She washed up, ate, and then did some simple makeup to cover the birthmark on her face.

But today, after he sat down, he suddenly hesitated.

During morning self-study, everyone will take photos with Teacher Lu. Do I still need to put on makeup?

I look much more normal after putting on makeup, but if I were to take a picture with Teacher Lu, would it be better to use my natural appearance?

If it could be used as is...

Ma Chengde looked at the conspicuous birthmark on his face in the mirror and struggled with his thoughts for a long time.

With a determined effort, I made up my mind.

Oh well, it's only for one day anyway, I'm not going to bother with it. Let people laugh at me if they want.

He picked up his schoolbag and went to school.

I've been wearing makeup for over a month and consciously walking with my chest out and head held high; it's become a habit.

Her hair had already been cut short, and without the long bangs to cover it, the birthmark on her face was clearly visible.

Ma Chengde was extremely nervous the whole way, always afraid that passersby would stare at him and give him strange looks.

To his relief, most people didn't look at him; a few glanced at him, then looked away and continued walking.

Arriving at school, entering the classroom

As soon as he sat down, his deskmate asked curiously, "Did you oversleep? Why aren't you wearing makeup today?"

"No, I was just thinking about taking photos, and I thought it would be better to take photos of myself as I am." Ma Chengde's tone was still a little nervous.

"That makes a lot of sense." My deskmate nodded in agreement, without showing any unusual expression.

The students sitting in front of and behind him went about their business as usual, and no one stared at his birthmark or gossiped about it.

Ma Chengde was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt relieved.

It seems that none of his classmates ever mocked him because of his birthmark.

Soon, almost the entire class had arrived, and Lu Qian also entered the classroom.

He paused for a moment as soon as he entered, glanced at the whole class, and joked with a smile, "Wow, the sun's risen in the north, everyone's wearing school uniforms?"

The whole class chuckled and didn't say a word.

Lu Qian felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

The bell rang for morning self-study.

As the classroom fell silent, Lu Qian's sense of unease intensified.

At this moment, Li Jun raised his hand and said, "Teacher, we have something to give you!"

Lu Qian's eyelids twitched. "You brat, don't you dare lay a hand on my teaching qualification!"

What are you going to send?

"There are some things I just can't accept!"

Li Jun, holding a square object, strode to the front of the stage, stood opposite Lu Qian, and looked very serious.

"Teacher Lu, it's getting chilly, please put on another layer!"

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and the square object in his hand transformed into a bright red cloak.

Without saying a word, they were about to drape the cloak over Lu Qian's shoulders.

Lu Qian's eyes slowly widened. "Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing?"

Li Jun chuckled, "Teacher Lu, of course we know we can't just give things away casually, so we chose a banner."

"Is this a banner?" Lu Qian asked in surprise.

"It's a banner, but traditional banners are boring, so we designed it like this. When not in use, you can hang it on the wall, and when you need it, you can drape it over your body. It's incredibly cool!"

Li Jun excitedly explained, then turned the cloak over, revealing four large, golden characters on the back that were particularly eye-catching:

Gold Medal Teacher.

Lu Qian's eyes grew brighter as he looked at the novel banner.

I was completely smitten; there was no way I could refuse!

That cape is so cool!

"Come on, Teacher Lu, let me put this on you." Li Jun stepped forward and draped the bright red cloak and banner over Lu Qian's shoulders.

Suddenly, a unique aura slowly emanated from him.

The whole class shouted in unison:

"I will never forget your teachings, sir. I offer this flag as a token of my gratitude!"

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