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

Shao Mingrui continued speaking on stage, "This math exam was jointly prepared by me and Teacher Lu. Teacher Lu created the last question, which had a very clever approach. So there weren't many perfect scores this time, but there were still some high scores..."

As he spoke, he arranged for someone to distribute the report cards.

"Okay, let's study. Tang Lingfeng, come out with me for a bit," Shao Mingrui said. "Put on your coat."

We need to talk to this child. It's okay to have some pressure, but not too much.

Tang Lingfeng grabbed his coat and put it on as he walked toward the classroom door.

The corridor was not well lit, and timid students were even afraid to stay in the corridor alone for long.

The two walked slowly towards the outside.

"Ling Feng..." Shao Mingrui tidied his words, "Second in the grade, you must be feeling the pressure now."

Tang Lingfeng zipped his school uniform all the way up, covering his entire neck and half of his chin, then nodded dejectedly.

"Pressure isn't the problem; the problem is, I feel like I can't take back first place."

Top students are well aware of their own abilities.

Most cases of students achieving success through hard work and turning their fortunes around involve students ranked outside the top 100.

Only a very small number of students truly "got it" and became self-disciplined, reaching a ranking they never imagined.

Students who excel in one subject but are weak in another are another exception.

Students who rank in the top ten of their grade will not experience significant fluctuations in their grades, as long as they maintain a good mindset.

Shao Mingrui nodded slightly, "Xi Wenjing's Chinese and English scores are really stable, and there's still room for improvement in her math."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Lingfeng, you have always been an outstanding child. You know I'm not just talking about grades; becoming second place also shows that you've found the motivation to improve in some way."

Tang Lingfeng nodded.

Shao Mingrui glanced at him, took out a Extra chewing gum from his pocket, handed him one, and took one for himself.

Without saying a word, Tang Lingfeng took it, unpacked it, and put it in his mouth.

Chew, chew, chew

Shao Mingrui also tore open the packaging paper.

Chew, chew, chew

It tastes like grapes.

A moment of silence.

"Ling Feng, cough, if you're under pressure, come talk to me, or choose the right way to de-stress... I also know a bit about entertainment, like playing games..." Shao Mingrui felt he was a bit bad at conversation.

I suddenly envy Teacher Lu's speaking skills. If Teacher Lu were here, she would definitely be able to easily comfort the students.

Teacher Lu, I want to learn!

Tang Lingfeng paused, furrowed his left brow, raised his right brow, and looked at Shao Mingrui with an exaggerated expression of confusion.

"Old Shao, you're not worried I'll go astray, are you?"

Shao Mingrui felt a little embarrassed when his thoughts were exposed, but fortunately the corridor was not very bright, so his expression could not be seen.

"Um……"

The sound was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

Tang Lingfeng thought he was hallucinating.

"Hey!" Tang Lingfeng put his arm around Shao Mingrui's shoulder. "Old Shao, don't worry, I'm not interested in smoking or drinking. If I'm really stressed, I'll just ask you some difficult questions. If I stump you, then I won't feel stressed anymore."

Shao Mingrui smirked. The pressure won't disappear, it will only shift, right?

But that's alright.

"Sure, feel free to contact me."

If I really can't figure it out, I'll ask Teacher Lu again.

"Alright, hurry back, it's getting chilly," Shao Mingrui said, patting his shoulder.

"Okay." Tang Lingfeng took a deep breath, his mouth and throat were ice-cold. "Old Shao, give me some more Extra chewing gum."

Shao Mingrui glanced at him, reached into his pocket, and handed him the whole box. "I'm giving you the whole box."

"Hey, speaking of which, Xie Tianming is really good at math. How come I've never heard of him before?" Tang Lingfeng asked curiously, shaking the box as he did so.

I heard a clanging sound coming from inside, and when I opened it, there was only one piece left.

"Having talent and loving to learn are two different things," Shao Mingrui explained. "It's normal for students to like to play, which is why I admire Teacher Lu so much. At most, I can teach students who just listen to my lectures well, but Teacher Lu can teach those who don't want to learn to love learning. It's completely different."

"It's alright, Lao Shao, with you here, I'm the best in the world!" Tang Lingfeng said, putting his arm around Shao's shoulder.

"I love to listen, and I love to talk more."

……

The second class next door.

Zheng Benqing also said some encouraging words.

However, Class 2, which was always second, became third this time. It feels a bit strange and surprising. Class 25 took first place and Xi Wenjing took first place in the grade.

Before, I had to chase after one class; now I have to chase after two.

It doesn't seem to make much difference.

Zheng Benqing also observed the students' condition and said some comforting words to some students whose scores and rankings dropped.

They considered fluctuations in grades as minor issues, as long as students didn't develop any bad habits.

Feeling stressed is precisely one of the easiest reasons to develop bad habits.

……

Director Pan stood expressionless with his hands behind his back at the back door of Class 7 for a while.

Is the classroom noisy?

They didn't make a fuss, just whispered among themselves.

The students were all busy with their own things.

Playing on my phone, copying homework, reading big books, playing Gomoku...

Some people even put empty bottles on the ground and throw small pieces of paper into them.

During evening self-study at school, the enjoyment from playing on your phone isn't really that great.

"It's so close, yet it still won't go in..." Director Pan couldn't help but complain in his mind.

call out--

Someone threw a piece of paper to pass on a message, and it hit a classmate on the head.

When he turned around, annoyed, to look for his target, he met the gaze of the authoritative face in the back window.

He immediately snapped to attention, turned around, and quickly swiped his hand across the table, grabbing a test paper he didn't even recognize. He put one hand on his head, held a pen in the other, and pretended to be studying.

This action spread like a contagious disease, first to the deskmate, then to the surroundings... and the classroom fell silent instantly.

crunch--

The door opened gently.

Director Pan stood at the door with his hands behind his back, his laser eyes scanning the entire class. Wherever he went, the whole class lowered their heads.

The students playing on their phones were terrified. Although they didn't look up, they felt that Director Pan was watching them.

"Put down what you're holding and watch me."

The students sat up straight, but their eyes remained fixed on the table.

Director Pan appeared on the podium at some point, placing the report cards in four stacks in front of him. "The monthly exam results are out. Your class is last in the grade. Students in the first row, come up and pass your report cards to the back."

"This year is almost over, and some things have happened during this time. Your grades haven't been ideal. But learning is your own responsibility, and no one can do it for you."

"I feel quite relieved when I see this result..."

Keep talking! Keep talking!

Director Pan suddenly shouted angrily, startling many students in the class.

"Is it funny?"

"From being the third-ranked, top-performing class in the grade to now being last, are you proud of that?!"

"Don't you feel ashamed?!"

Now, a thunderous rage erupted, and the entire class of students trembled with fear.

Even the two classrooms next door were quieter.

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