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

Each invigilator went in and out of the grade head's office to hand over the exam papers.

"Just arrange them in order. Let me know if anyone is absent." Director Pan counted the exam papers without looking up.

"Director Pan," a proctor put down the exam papers, "there is a student absent from this exam room."

"Who?"

"It's Zhao Qihang, a candidate from Class 7." The proctor paused, then spoke with a strange expression, "His students said he was hospitalized due to poisoning."

Director Pan was taken aback, then nodded. "Okay, I know he missed the exam, and he won't be able to come for the exams tomorrow and the day after either. Just make a note of it."

"Yes, Director."

Director Pan then continued working.

After completing the two exams, you should quickly communicate with the corresponding subject teachers to assign the grading scope.

It took more than an hour to get everything done.

Director Pan sat in his chair and took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

it's getting dark.

Glancing at the flowers on the windowsill, Director Pan remembered that he hadn't watered them that morning, so he picked up a small watering can, preparing to water the flowers and turn the flowerpot around to face the window.

Just as he was about to tilt the small kettle to pour water, Director Pan suddenly remembered a series of events that had happened before.

Watering flowers = trouble.

Looking at the small kettle, then at the flowers, Director Pan smiled self-deprecatingly after a few seconds of silence.

Haha~

It's just a coincidence. Besides, Zhao Qihang isn't even at school anymore, and without Zhang Li leading the way, the other parents won't be coming to the school either.

Seriously, you're just scaring yourself.

Water the flowers!

Splash splash—

"Buzzing—"

The phone twitched wildly in my pocket.

Director Pan's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition welled up in his mind.

No way...

Upon taking out his phone and seeing the familiar caller ID, Director Pan felt a wave of dizziness.

Do not--!

Zhang Li, why are you calling again?

Director Pan quickly recalled what had happened during this period.

No... there's no problem.

After experiencing so much, he himself became a little insecure.

He will temporarily take over as the homeroom teacher for Class 7. Zhao Qihang is still hospitalized, and the reason for his hospitalization has nothing to do with the school.

The phone stopped vibrating abruptly, then started vibrating again the next second.

Director Pan rubbed his temples but still answered the phone. If he didn't answer, Zhang Li might call again.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Director Pan, this is Zhang Li."

"Ms. Zhang, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Director Pan, is today the school's monthly exam?"

Director Pan frowned slightly. "Yes, today is the first day of the monthly exam."

The voice on the other end of the phone was noticeably warmer, "That's good, that's good."

Director Pan didn't understand what was so good about it.

Zhang Li continued, "Director Pan, Qihang is still in the hospital, but I think he can't fall behind in his studies. Could you give me a copy of his monthly exam paper so I can have him do some practice? That would make his studies easier later on."

Upon hearing this, Director Pan felt as if he had been fed a large spoonful of wasabi, so irritating that his skull felt cold and his face twitched slightly.

Do you want to hear what you're saying?

Your child is already in the hospital, and you still come here asking for the monthly exam paper to take.

Is it really that hard to let a child get a good rest?

Besides, Zhao Qihang wasn't hospitalized the day before the exam, so he hadn't heard any of the material he'd been studying recently. Even if he did take the exam, it wouldn't be of much use to him.

That's really weird.

This is truly bizarre, but it's something Zhang Li would actually say.

Heroes are as numerous as carp crossing a river, and Class 7 produced two of them all at once.

With the student's best interests at heart, Director Pan thought for a moment and then asked, "Ms. Zhang, how is Zhao Qihang's recovery going lately?"

Zhang Li: "It's fine."

In the first few days after Zhao Qihang was hospitalized, Grandma Zhao treated her like a thief, taking turns with Grandpa Zhao on duty, and Zhao Kaihua had to report before she could come in.

Later, Zhao Qihang recovered well, and Zhang Li insisted on coming in to visit him, almost causing a scene in the ward.

Grandma Zhao was afraid of disturbing her eldest grandson's rest, so she only gave Zhang Li one minute to visit, while she stayed by her side without leaving for a moment and did not allow Zhang Li to bring in any food.

After Zhang Li went in to visit, she said many apologetic things.

"Mom didn't do it on purpose."

"I'm doing this for your own good."

"..."

Zhao Qihang remained silent, uttering no more words.

He was truly confused, even at a loss, unsure how to respond to Zhang Li.

Then Grandma Zhao got angry and kicked Zhang Li out in less than 30 seconds, and threatened her, "If you talk about these things again, I'll transfer you to another hospital and you'll never find me again!"

She learned about Zhao Qihang's recovery from the doctor over the next few days.

Knowing that Zhao Qihang was recovering well, Director Pan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Health is the most important thing, Ms. Zhang. I know you value your child's grades, but since your child is still recovering, don't worry about their studies for now. They can start studying again once they've recovered."

Zhang Li interrupted him directly, "Oh, Director Pan, it's just a test, it's nothing. He's lying in bed now and doesn't do anything else but write test papers. It's not as easy as teaching before."

Director Pan let out a heavy sigh. The child is already in such a state, and he's still thinking about exams.

"Ms. Zhang...sigh." After a two-second silence, Director Pan said, "It's not very meaningful for him to do this test. There are some knowledge points he hasn't learned, so the test can't be used as a reference."

"It's alright, Director Pan, just try it. Do the ones you know how to do, and treat the ones you don't know as previews. You've already fallen behind in so many courses..." Zhang Li rambled on.

Director Pan smiled with relief, "Alright, I can't persuade you."

What to do? I guess I'll just have to give them the test paper.

However, it won't be given out now; it's still in the confidential stage. The confidentiality will only end after all three days of exams are over.

If they refuse to give it to her... Director Pan thinks Zhang Li will come over in person.

Let's not make a big deal out of this.

Zhang Li is truly amazing for stirring up trouble at school all by herself!

"Ms. Zhang, today is the first day of the monthly exam. All the exam papers, including those taken today, are still confidential, so we can only give them to you after the exam is over," Director Pan said.

Sigh, I'll take a couple more days off if I can.

"Alright, even a monthly exam has to be kept secret..."

Zhang Li was somewhat disappointed. She had thought she would receive the exam paper today and take the opportunity to visit her son.

She then continued, "By the way, Director Pan, could you arrange for a tutor to help Qihang when he gets back? Otherwise, his grades are falling too far behind."

Director Pan nearly choked on his breath. "Come back?!"

Didn't Zhao Kaihua say he was planning to transfer schools that day?

Did he change his mind, or did he just not tell Zhang Li?

Director Pan decided to play it safe for now, saying, "Ms. Zhang, the most important thing right now is your child's health. We can talk about other things after your child recovers."

Zhang Li was a little disappointed that she didn't get a definite answer.

"Oh well."

After hanging up the phone, Director Pan looked at the flowers on the windowsill, his expression conflicted.

Should we replace it with a cactus?

But these flowers have been growing for so long, it would be a shame to replace them.

Ugh.

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