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

After apologizing, Zhang Sisi felt much more relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her heart.

They are now more enthusiastic about learning.

After the first evening self-study session, she went to the toilet as usual and returned to her seat.

My new deskmate leaned over and asked, as if gathering intelligence, "Hey, Zhang, did the students from Class 25 really go to Class 7 to thank them that day?"

This new deskmate was the first boy she got to know in Class 17.

It was the boy who asked her to go to the director's office and then helped her move her things.

His grades are average, he's a bit unbalanced in some subjects, and he loves to chat, especially after class today, when he kept asking about things from Class 7.

He acted like he knew everyone.

Zhang Sisi didn't dislike this overly friendly attitude; in fact, she was quite happy that someone was willing to take the initiative to talk to her.

When the new deskmate asked this question, the other students around gathered around, all looking interested.

In the past, we only heard secondhand or thirdhand gossip, but now we can hear from the people involved.

Zhang Sisi nodded, her smile a little awkward. "I said I was thanking them, but actually I went to stand up for Teacher Lu. It really startled me..."

The surrounding students immediately started discussing and fantasizing.

"Wow, the whole class! That's quite a sight! They really have style!"

"It's heartbreaking not to have witnessed such a grand scene!"

"To be a teacher like Mr. Lu would be so awesome! I declare that Mr. Lu of Class 25 is my idol from now on!"

"Sigh, I wonder if there will be a next time. I definitely have to go and watch next time!"

"Whenever our teacher gets bullied, we'll stand up for her!"

The student who said the last sentence was suddenly slapped on the head and turned around in displeasure.

"Don't touch my hair!"

Looking back, he saw Teacher Song standing behind him with a smile on her face.

"Um?"

The student immediately gave a friendly smile.

"My teacher patted my head, and my grades skyrocketed!"

A burst of laughter immediately erupted around them.

Teacher Song was amused. "Keep chatting, Sisi, come out with me for a bit."

corridor.

Teacher Song asked, "How did you feel about class today?"

Zhang Sisi nodded vigorously. "Teacher, it feels great."

Although she had only been there for one day, the relaxed and harmonious atmosphere in the class made her feel comfortable.

The teacher and students chatted both in and out of class, acting as both mentors and friends.

Even when asking questions that have already been covered, the teacher will not show any impatience.

The students didn't discriminate against her because she came from Class 7; in fact, they were quite curious and asked her enthusiastically about what had happened.

"That's good. If you encounter any difficulties, just come to me."

"Okay, Teacher Song."

After chatting for a few more minutes, the two returned to their classroom.

After evening self-study ended, Zhang Sisi packed her things and left with the flow of people.

As I passed by the floor where Class 7 was located, I subconsciously glanced over there and indeed ran into a few students from Class 7.

Some students felt a little awkward, while a few who had gotten along well with the class asked about the new class, their eyes filled with undisguised envy.

School gate.

Zhang Li was still standing in the crowd picking up the children; she also knew some of the students from Class 7.

However, when she overheard the students from Class 7 passing by discussing things like, "Sisi, how's the new class?", she was immediately taken aback.

What does that mean?

Zhang Li knew Zhang Sisi, but what did "new class" mean?

Just as I was about to ask, Zhao Qihang came out of the school gate.

Zhang Li asked directly, "I just overheard some classmates from your class talking to Zhang Sisi about a new class. What does that mean?"

Zhao Qihang's face looked a little pale, and he said in a low voice, "Zhang Sisi changed shifts this morning."

Zhang Li frowned, finding it somewhat unbelievable. "Shift changed? Why?"

Tell me the whole story in detail.

After Zhao Qihang finished speaking, Zhang Li immediately became furious.

"I was the first one to ask the director to switch shifts, why can she switch but you can't?!"

"This director seems a bit biased!"

Zhao Qihang didn't dare to respond, but he knew why.

What are my grades? What are other people's grades?

"Which class did Zhang Sisi go to?"

"I heard it's Class 17."

Hearing that it wasn't Class 25, Zhang Li felt a little better, but she was still full of anger. However, since school was over, she had no choice but to take Zhao Qihang home.

Back home, she brewed traditional Chinese medicine while thinking about things, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

I had originally planned to go to the school again the next day to reiterate the class change, but then I remembered that the school was investigating tutoring, so it would be more convenient to wait until Lu Qian had his accident before going to the school to bring it up.

The thought of reporting Lu Qian made Zhang Li feel a little more at ease.

After the Chinese medicine was decocted, it was served to Zhao Qihang as usual.

Watching him drink it all in one gulp, Zhang Li left satisfied.

……

The following morning.

As usual, Director Pan added goji berries and chrysanthemum to the thermos, poured in hot water, and began his work.

Yesterday, I made random phone calls to the parents of the first five classes, and there was no suspected case of teachers giving extra lessons.

Director Pan felt a little relieved, opened the phone book of the parents of Class 6, and started making calls.

This phone call served two purposes: firstly, it involved self-examination, and secondly, it allowed us to gather information on the teachers' teaching methods. This information would be helpful in later meetings with the teachers to point out problems and make necessary changes.

Asking questions requires skill; if a teacher is indeed providing extra tutoring, parents won't be foolish enough to simply reveal it.

Information can be gathered indirectly by asking about recent fluctuations in academic performance and weekend study habits.

If you notice anything unusual in the chat during this process, you can mark it and then verify it offline based on the teacher's address.

Anyway, the person who was reported, Teacher Lu, is innocent, so this is a good opportunity to thoroughly rectify the situation.

A single call lasts four or five minutes, or even five or six minutes...

Soon, an hour had passed.

Director Pan took a sip of water to moisten his throat, got up and stretched a bit, then turned the flowers on the windowsill to get some sun, and picked up the small watering can next to him to water them.

After resting for a few minutes, Director Pan returned to his desk and opened the roster for Class 7.

Subconsciously, he thought of the series of things the parents of Class 7 had done, and he couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed.

"I'd completely forgotten about that. I should have started calling from Class 30 first, and left the earlier ones to other teachers."

If given a choice, Director Pan wouldn't want to proactively call the parents of Class 7.

After glancing at the list, Director Pan automatically ignored Zhao Qihang's parent, Zhang Li. As for Zhang Li's teammates, he couldn't quite remember who they were.

However, this question concerns tutoring, which has nothing to do with Teacher Lu, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Thinking this, Director Pan randomly contacted the parents and called them.

"Hello, are you Yu Yan's mother?"

"I am Pan Hai, the head of the second year of high school at Yucai Middle School."

"I called to discuss my child's learning situation after school and on weekends."

(Hint: Yu Yan is the girl who confronted Zhang Chao about a problem but was yelled at and made to cry. See Chapter 62 for details.)

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