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

Lu Qian was still sitting in front of his computer, continuing to create PPTs for various universities.

After seeing the message, I replied to Li Zhiyuan with "Convenient".

A moment later, the phone rang.

Li Zhiyuan: "Hello, Teacher Lu, I am Li Jun's father, Li Zhiyuan. I'm really sorry to bother you so late."

Lu Qian: "It's nothing, it's nothing."

"It's like this, Teacher Lu." Li Zhiyuan paused, then continued, "Xiao Jun said when he came home tonight that he's going to participate in an archery competition in a few days. How's his skill level? After all, he's only been practicing for three weeks."

Although he was busy with company matters, Li Zhiyuan, as Li Jun's father, still had to prioritize Li Jun's affairs.

Moreover, he had a hidden thought behind this phone call: having practiced for such a short time and then going to a competition, wouldn't he be tricked?

He had seen people get scammed because of their hobbies before.

Lu Qian's mind worked quickly, but he remembered Li Jun telling him privately not to tell his father about his talent yet, and that it wouldn't be too late to tell him after he won a medal.

Therefore, he used a compromise approach.

"Li Jun has great talent and studies very hard. In competitions, accumulating more experience and adapting to the competition environment will benefit him."

Li Zhiyuan, on the other end of the phone, understood.

There are some talented ones, but not many, and it's not convenient for teachers to tell the truth.

As long as you weren't scammed.

"Okay, thank you for your help, Mr. Lu. You don't need to tell him I called you. Just let him compete normally; whether he gets a ranking or not is not important," Li Zhiyuan said.

Lu Qian raised an eyebrow. No wonder they're father and son; they both like to keep things to themselves.

"Okay, I understand."

"Oh right, on the day of the competition..."

The two talked for about ten minutes before hanging up.

……

The next day, in the morning.

Lu Qian was looking at the class schedule in his office.

The competition will be held on Thursday and Friday, and we need to find a teacher to help cover a class.

"Teacher Lu," Shao Mingrui greeted him as he walked over, "What do you think of this question? It's quite interesting."

After Lu Qian helped him solve that competition problem yesterday, Shao Mingrui's goodwill towards him increased significantly.

A highly skilled math teacher is very popular among math teachers.

Even though they are teachers, teachers sometimes encounter problems they don't know how to solve.

While AI can provide answers, it doesn't offer problem-solving strategies, which are the most crucial aspect of mathematics. Otherwise, one wouldn't be able to solve a problem even with a slight variation in its format.

Lu Qian put down his timetable, glanced at the question, and quickly began to discuss it.

"Teacher Shao, look here... This is what I'm thinking..."

Their back-and-forth conversation gave Shao Mingrui the feeling of being back in his student days discussing issues.

With just a few words, Lu Qian dispelled his confusion.

When our ideas align, there's a joyful sense of shared understanding.

"You still need young people's brains; they just work faster."

"Oh, I've encountered a similar question type before."

Shao Mingrui picked up the test paper and happened to see Lu Qian's class schedule. "Is Teacher Lu going to reschedule the classes?"

Once a teacher gets used to teaching, they almost never look at the timetable. If they do look at the timetable, it's highly likely that something has come up and the class needs to be rescheduled.

All of this is based on experience.

"Yes, I have some things to do on Thursday and Friday. I'm thinking of waiting for Teacher Hu to come back and asking him if he has time to cover two of my classes," Lu Qian said.

"It's just two classes, I'll cover for you for two days," Shao Mingrui said enthusiastically.

I was wondering how to thank Lu Qian, and now this opportunity has come.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

If he goes to teach class 25, will the students be able to keep up with his pace?

It's important to understand that the pace of the gold medal class is completely different from that of the regular class, let alone the twenty-fifth class.

Lu Qian didn't realize this and readily agreed.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, Teacher Shao."

Shao Mingrui thought about it and decided it was fine; if all else failed, he could just speak more slowly.

……

In the afternoon, it was physical education class.

The whole class lined up in formation to finish warming up.

Geng Zeqin stood at the front, holding the roster, and looked up at the sky.

The sky was cloudless, and a plane flew away in the distance, leaving a long white trail across the sky, which looked a bit like a move from a Chinese animation I used to watch.

"It's a bit windy today, and not too hot. Get ready, physical fitness test!"

After a brief silence, the whole class groaned, and many students looked at Lu Qian, who was not far away.

The meaning is clear: Teacher Lu! You're so disloyal! You gave us advance notice!

Lu Qian immediately raised his hands in surrender.

"Your teacher, Mr. Geng, ambushed you without my knowledge; I had no idea."

He couldn't hold back. Back then, they were also caught off guard by the PE teacher in the same way, without any prior notice.

"Quiet, quiet!" Geng Zeqin almost burst out laughing. "We have to take the test sooner or later, the whole grade has to take it."

"Come on, everyone, get on the track!"

"1000 for boys, 800 for girls!"

"Boys first, girls get ready!"

The wails grew louder!

"Teacher, can I go take a dump first?"

"Go ahead, come back and run alone with me after you're done."

"Thank you, teacher. I've solved it. It was just a fart."

The surrounding students immediately evacuated, clearing out a large area.

Geng Zeqin laughed. "Little brat, your excuses are all leftovers from back then."

Of course, a few boys also started to get eager to try.

Ma Rui looked excited, took a couple of steps on tiptoe, and jumped a few times.

"This is the battlefield I command!"

"Battlefield Bro, can you help me escape?"

"I can't help you, but you can follow behind me and I'll lead the way."

For someone like him who trains for long distances, a kilometer is just a warm-up.

Feng Zhiqiang doesn't succumb to pressure, and endurance is also part of his daily training.

Li Jun was indignant; he even laughed in anger, "Damn it! Why is it that the only thing I can catch up on is the physical fitness test?!"

He was planning to play basketball first, and then go to training.

As a result, he didn't get to touch the basketball; he had to run a kilometer first.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

The boys were herded onto the rubber track like sheep.

Geng Zeqin held a stopwatch in his hand. "You'll be timing yourselves, so run seriously! Running like usual won't get you any results. And don't go through the middle of the track, I'm watching, I'll know who's running short!"

The boys lined up on the track, and as the whistle blew, they rushed off.

Ma Rui was far ahead, with the other boys following behind. Some of the boys gradually couldn't run anymore and fell further and further behind.

"Keep going! If you keep going, add another lap! I'm watching you!"

Fifteen minutes later, the boys finished running one after another.

Lu Qian had already bought two cases of mineral water and was waiting with a smile on his face.

"Don't sit down or lie down right after running! Drink some water to rinse your mouth but don't swallow it, walk around a bit..."

"Keep the other case for the girls, don't throw it away after you finish it! Take the rest back to class."

Geng Zeqin waved his hand and shouted, "Girls, get on the track!"

"Two laps, time it out!"

Sighs rose and fell in waves.

It's not so bad for boys, but girls are the ones who are most afraid of physical fitness tests.

The whistle blew, and the girls ran out one after another.

But soon some people ran out of energy, their pace slowed down, and they ended up walking with their hands on their hips and a limp, and every now and then they had to be pulled along by others to run a few steps.

"Please don't go, okay?"

"How about a jog?"

Geng Zeqin was at a loss. In fact, he knew in his heart that as long as the student didn't go through the whole process, he could still get a passing grade.

But this is the PE teacher's secret; he can't let anyone else know!

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