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

After gesturing wildly in the office for quite a while, Director Pan finally returned to his seat.

After just a few minutes of excitement, my body was already warm, and my face was flushed with excitement.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead with several tissues, Director Pan gradually calmed down.

"First in the grade! This is a top-tier, gold-medal teacher!"

We must firmly implement the learning policy led by Teacher Lu!

Director Pan grinned again, "Just how far did my eyes actually see back then?"

He leaned back in his chair, scrolling through his report card with the mouse.

Class 25 ranked first in the grade, Class 1 ranked second, and Class 2 ranked third.

All three classes met the standards for a gold medal class.

comfortable.

He then looked at the average scores of each subject in Class 1 and Class 2, and there was not much change compared to the previous monthly exam. This meant that it wasn't that Class 1 and Class 2 were bad, but rather that Teacher Lu was too good.

Director Pan scrolled down the class report cards, stroking the mouse wheel. (Classes were listed by grade level.)

When the interface showed Class 17, a smile of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Zhang Sisi is ranked first in her class and 88th in the grade.

It has improved by nearly 100 places from its previous ranking of 182.

That's great.

The score has gone up again, but it might not be so easy to improve the ranking in the future.

I need to find some time to praise this child and calm her down, Director Pan thought to himself.

He continued to scroll the mouse wheel, occasionally pausing on certain class report card screens to take a closer look, seemingly deep in thought.

...

When he saw the last place, the smile on Director Pan's face gradually faded.

"Um... Class 7."

I got a similar ranking to the one before last, even last place is still a joke.

Director Pan calmly browsed through the students' grades.

It's a bit too bright.

As the temporary homeroom teacher of Class 7, Director Pan also thought about how Class 7's reaction would be after the scores came out during the three-day monthly exam.

The result was that there didn't seem to be much of a reaction.

Expected.

Are you angry? Yes, I am.

Angry? A little.

Feeling powerless? I truly feel powerless.

These emotions are like expired soap; no matter how much you rub it on your hands after wetting them, you can't get any lather, and after rinsing, you might not even find that your hands are clean.

Moreover, he looked around, somewhat bewildered, as if drawing his sword.

Zhang Chao left. Was he really going to reprimand the students? Or the teachers?

Oh, Zhang Chao, if only you hadn't started your tutoring classes, you could have continued teaching Class 7 until the end of high school.

The first day of remembering Zhang Chao.

Director Pan shook his head abruptly. "No, there's too much negative emotion. Let's look at Class 25, which is first in the grade."

With the pulley turning and seeing the impressive results, Director Pan felt much better.

Oh~ this score of 150 is so perfect, it looks pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.

Being number one in the grade is so satisfying.

Class 25, how can there be such a wonderful number in the world?

This time I can finally go to the principal with only good news.

The phone lit up with a "buzz".

The printing room sent a message: All class report cards have been printed.

Director Pan arranged for someone to retrieve the report cards and sent a message in the homeroom teacher group.

[All homeroom teachers, please attend the meeting in the small conference room during evening self-study time.]

【receive】

+1

...

The students weren't the only ones who were nervous; the teachers were too.

Class 1, Grade 11.

Shao Mingrui sat at the back of the classroom, watching the students studying diligently, and fell into deep thought.

"The results should be out by now, right? I hope I didn't lose first place."

My gut feeling tells me it's probably over, but what if it is?

"So what if it's gone? It's not that I'm weak, it's just that Teacher Lu is too strong. Rankings aren't that important anyway."

"But I need to comfort the students; I wonder if they'll be affected."

Shao Mingrui doesn't really care about rankings.

Whether they're first or second in the grade, they're still a top-performing class!

The most important thing is that students' grades remain stable.

Grades are the core of everything.

After all, you can't stop others from getting stronger; as long as you're not bad yourself, that's fine.

"But... what if I still come in first?"

"Right."

Shao Mingrui rested his chin on his hand, his brows furrowed in worry.

...

Next door, Class 2 of Grade 11.

Zheng Benqing leaned back in his chair, a book resting on his hand, but his eyes darted around, clearly lost in thought.

"The results should be out today, right? Can I still hold onto second place?"

"If all else fails, I'll go ask Teacher Lu for advice. Maybe we can push Class One down in the next exam. Can Shao Mingrui even be second in the grade? Does he have as much experience as I do?"

"Third...we can't possibly go all the way to fourth, can we..."

"It seems that Teacher Lu also taught math to Class 24..."

"Never mind, rankings aren't important. As long as the scores don't fluctuate too much, it'll be fine."

"Hey, is it possible that my class is number one?"

Zheng Benqing chuckled.

...

Class 25.

Lu Qian was also sitting in the back row, looking thoughtful.

"There's been a lot going on this month, all piled up in the second half."

"The New Year's Eve party should be fun; it's no fun playing by myself. Let's invite Zeqin along. We need to come up with some eye-catching special effects, but I doubt he'd want to be a monster."

"How about choreographing a dance for the whole class? I don't know if the students would be interested."

"And the group reward for them...slurp, it feels like I'm rewarding myself."

"By the way, the results should be out today."

I wonder how Wenjing did on her exam.

...

Class seven.

They were thrilled to be without their homeroom teacher.

During monthly exams, when they encountered questions they couldn't answer, they were indeed anxious and sighed.

As soon as the exam was over, those emotions vanished.

There were no teachers in the classroom, and there was no pressure from teachers grading papers.

Although Director Pan is the homeroom teacher, he rarely comes to class. Even when a student is caught using their phone, Director Pan simply takes the phone away and places it on the podium. He doesn't take the phone with him when he leaves the classroom.

As soon as Director Pan left, the bolder students rushed to the podium, retrieved their phones, and looked smug.

However, considering the time, the results will be released today, so they aren't very excited. After all, they have to show their results to their parents, which is something they can't escape.

"Hey, do you think Director Pan will come to see us?" a student asked in a low voice.

"Aren't you shameless? You're asking for it." A classmate laughed and scolded.

"With Teacher Zhang gone, the classroom feels a bit too quiet."

"You're unbeatable, kid. Why don't you contact Teacher Zhang privately and have him yell at you a couple of times to perk you up? And record it while you're at it."

"I don't recall ever seeing Director Pan yell at students."

I don't know if the classroom was quiet or not, but at least the classroom door escaped unharmed.

"Hey, class representative, can you copy the English?"

"Can you please stop arguing! Even if you don't imitate, others will! Class monitor, you need to do something about this."

Some students were disturbed by the noise and shouted for discipline. The class monitor did a token effort to quiet the classroom for a while, but soon the whispering started again.

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