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

After Lu Qian and Coach Hong finished analyzing basketball videos from various universities for the athletes, they returned to their classroom with Feng Zhiqiang.

Tap the blackboard to attract the attention of the whole class.

"I have something to tell you." Lu Qian wiped the podium casually. "Next Wednesday, Feng Zhiqiang and other athletes will be representing the school in the Nike High School Basketball League. The competition will be held at the Provincial Experimental School."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole class started discussing.

When Li Kewei heard the words "Provincial Experimental School," his ears perked up immediately, and he raised his hand.

"Teacher! Can I go cheer for Daqiang?"

The other boys also chimed in with their questions.

"Teacher, can we go to the stadium to cheer for Daqiang?"

"I doubt the whole class can make it, and if other schools go too, there will be too many people."

"Does this kind of competition require tickets?"

"..."

Lu Qian clapped his hands, silencing the discussion, "I know everyone really wants to go to the scene to cheer for Feng Zhiqiang, but unfortunately, that's not possible."

"As one of the students just mentioned, there are two key points: firstly, because there are too many participating schools, and secondly, to avoid conflicts, everyone should stay at school and wait for our news."

Li Kewei immediately looked dejected; he had wanted to visit the number one sect in Jiangcheng.

Yang Shun, sitting in the first row, keenly heard "we".

"Teacher, are you going too?"

Lu Qian smiled and said, "Since none of you can go, I'll represent you and go to the stadium to cheer on Daqiang!"

I went to Li Jun's first competition. I also want to go see Feng Zhiqiang's first competition, otherwise I won't feel at ease.

Yang Shun, Ma Rui, Nie Ying, and the other classmates, I will be there to cheer you on for your first competition!

For a competition of this caliber, the management of entry permits is very strict. If Coach Hong hadn't asked him beforehand if he wanted to go to watch the game live, he probably wouldn't have had the chance to buy a ticket later.

"Teacher, it's not like the PE teacher is still watching your self-study sessions, is it?" Yang Shun asked.

Lu Qian gave him an approving look. "You got it right."

"Daqiang, bring back the championship!" Li Jun shouted suddenly. "I bless you with the honor of the God of Archery!"

The whole class burst into laughter, but the next second the boys started shouting all at once.

"Win the championship!"

"Beat them!"

"Let our Class 25's glory be spread!"

"With two or five troops on the expedition, not a blade of grass will survive!"

"Champion! Champion!"

……

On the other side, Class 7.

Zhang Chao hadn't shown up for almost a day, but instead of being worried, the whole class was excited.

There was no yelling, no pressure; it was a world of difference compared to before.

The math class was moved to the afternoon. After finishing the meeting, Ms. Yu, the math teacher for Class 8 and 9, came to Class 7 to make up for the class.

The students in Class 7 originally thought that this teacher was their future homeroom teacher, but Teacher Yu simply said, "I will temporarily teach math for a period of time."

This math class was very comfortable, not as strict as Zhang Chao's classes. Teacher Yu didn't ask too many questions, and if a student didn't know the answer, she wouldn't scold them, but would simply ask them to sit down and continue the lesson.

Leave immediately after class, even if you haven't finished halfway through the lesson, and don't go overtime.

"Teacher Yu is so kind."

"If this were Teacher Zhang, I would have been yelled at again if I hadn't answered, and half the class would have been wasted."

"Why don't he just keep having Teacher Yu substitute for him? Who's Teacher Zhang? We don't know her!"

"Whatever, I've had enough of his yelling. I don't know how he has such a good voice."

"..."

After school in the afternoon, the bell rang and the whole class was dismissed the moment it rang.

Even after evening self-study begins, it takes a long time for the classroom to quiet down.

Without teachers constantly supervising evening self-study, students finish their homework incredibly quickly, but don't worry about how they do it.

Students who usually sneakily play on their phones have become bolder, some even putting them directly on the table and using books to hide their phones while playing.

Halfway through the first evening self-study session, Director Pan's face was suddenly imprinted on the glass of the back door, casting a death stare at the student who was playing on his phone.

Then he disappeared silently through the back door, pushed open the front door, and walked into the classroom expressionlessly.

In an instant, the whole class fell silent. The students who had been chatting and laughing suddenly changed their expressions, lowered their heads to read, and scribbled haphazardly with their pens.

Director Pan glanced around, then strode towards the marked location with his hands behind his back.

He continued to look at the other students with a blank expression.

That one glance, twenty years of skill, can you withstand it?

After reaching the marker, he didn't say anything, but just stood with his hands behind his back next to this student, watching the other students.

A drop of sweat slowly trickled down from his armpit, slid down his waistline, and was finally caught by his belt, leaving a trail that made him feel a little itchy.

but,

I dare not move, I dare not move at all.

The phone is still under the book.

They weren't looking at me, were they? They probably weren't looking at me either, and we didn't make eye contact. I was blocking their view perfectly.

Yes, yes, that's right...

Director Pan walked past as if nothing had happened, which made him feel even more relaxed.

Just as the student was secretly rejoicing, a large hand silently reached out from behind, flipped open the textbook on the table, and easily snatched the still-glowing phone.

The whole process took less than a second and was completed in one go.

The student was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look. Director Pan still didn't look at him. If it weren't for the fact that Director Pan was holding his phone behind his back, he would have thought that what had just happened was an illusion.

We're doomed.

Director Pan slowly walked to the podium. "Teacher Zhang isn't here, so don't run around like that. The surveillance cameras are all on, and I'm paying close attention to your class."

As he spoke, he placed the confiscated phone on the podium. "Whose phone is this? Come and get it after school. If I catch you with it next time, well..."

At this point, Director Pan paused. He had originally intended to say that the parents should come to the school to pick it up.

That's bad luck, so let's not say it.

He could only snort and leave Class 7.

Soon, evening self-study ended.

Those who need to run, run; those who need to grab their phones, grab their phones.

Zhao Qihang also packed his things and left the classroom. Whether or not he had a homeroom teacher didn't really affect him.

At the school gate, after Zhang Li picked him up, she kept looking at her phone.

Why haven't you replied yet?

"Qihang, is your teacher Zhang very busy today? Why hasn't he replied to my messages?"

Zhao Qihang paused, then whispered, "Mom, Teacher Zhang didn't come to class today."

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