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The homeroom teacher stood there, holding the test paper in her hand. The words she had prepared were completely disrupted by Chen Chu's barrage of "Lian Po carrying thorns to apologize," "post-event summarization is a fine tradition," and "Party members should reserve a spot."

She sighed silently to herself, then looked up at Wang Zihao. The boy was standing in front of the desk, head down, hands hanging at his sides. His posture was indeed more relaxed than before.

Although he still had that reluctant and awkward expression on his face, at least he wasn't stiffening his neck like a steel bar anymore.

She revised her words, adopting a serious tone, and said, "The important thing isn't the apology, but what you've thought about after apologizing. What good is your apology? Will it give me an extra salary? Ultimately, you're studying for yourself, not for me, and not for your mother. Cheating only hurts yourself. Can that score on your report card fool others, or even yourself?"

Wang Zihao remained silent, his gaze fixed on the thin mark left by a ballpoint pen on the edge of the desk, not daring to look up. His fingers, which had held the pen, unconsciously rubbed against the seam of his trousers, the tips already turning slightly red.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the homeroom teacher's words were like buckets of cold water, dousing his mind and leaving all the words he had prepared stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single one.

Just then, Chen Chu's voice broke in again, with his signature relaxed smile, as if he was completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the office.

"Apologizing is not the goal, of course. Apologizing is just us expressing our stance to you, teacher, so that you know we know we were wrong and we want to change!" He said, as if announcing a very important decision.

He reached out, took the test paper from the homeroom teacher, glanced at it, then folded it twice, stuffed it into his pocket, and smiled at the homeroom teacher.

"Fifty points. Okay, let me give you a number." He held up two fingers to indicate a number. "Next test, eighty points!"

The homeroom teacher was stunned, looking at him speechlessly: "You mean, Wang Zihao is going to get 80 points next time?"

"That's right, 80 points." Chen Chu nodded, his tone as certain as if stating a fact that had already occurred. "Teacher, admitting our mistake is our attitude. Getting 80 points next time is our promise, our determination. We've shown our attitude; now it's up to you to check the results."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Wang Zihao standing next to him.

Wang Zihao was staring blankly at the shoelaces on his shoes with his head down when he suddenly felt a gaze fall on him. Moreover, the temperature and intensity of that gaze were clearly different from the surrounding air. He looked up and met Chen Chu's eyes.

"You think so too, right?" Chen Chu looked at him.

Wang Zihao instinctively took half a step back, his heel hitting the leg of the desk. He didn't know why he felt afraid; the man was clearly smiling, his tone was gentle, and he hadn't uttered a single harsh word to him from beginning to end. But he just had a gut feeling.

If he shakes his head at this moment, Chen Chu might beat him up.

He mumbled an "Mmm" with his head down.

Chen Chu reached out and poked his side with a finger, the force not light, conveying a sense of "your voice was too soft, I didn't even hear you": "Speak louder, let the teacher see our determination."

Wang Zihao was poked so hard he swayed slightly. The stimulation from his side made him take a deep breath and raise his voice a notch. Although it wasn't exactly loud, it was loud enough for everyone in the office to hear: "Next time, I'll get 80 points."

The homeroom teacher watched this scene in silence for a few seconds. Her gaze lingered on Chen Chu's face for a moment, then on Wang Zihao's face, which was forcing a serious expression.

She wanted to say, "What makes you think you can get 80 points?" but she swallowed the words back.

I can't say.

But to be honest, she didn't really believe it.

A person who never learns anything and has never experienced major setbacks will most likely never learn anything in their lifetime.

Wang Zihao's attitude today was indeed different from before, although a large part of it was forced out by the man next to him, but a change is a change.

She had already decided to send Wang Zihao home to reflect for a few days, but given the current situation, with Chen Chu already making a promise about the score, bringing up the idea of ​​him going home to reflect would only make her seem a bit rigid and old-fashioned.

"It doesn't matter what score you get." She waved her hand, her tone carrying a weariness of having given up lecturing and a hint of relief. "It's enough that you have this intention. Go back."

Wang Zihao breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards the door. Zhou Lin also nodded to the homeroom teacher, picked up her bag, and prepared to leave.

Just as she reached the office door, a figure slowly moved to her side.

Wang Zihao walked slowly, not looking up at her, his gaze fixed on his shoes, his voice muffled: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you apologize for my mistakes, make you pay for my mistakes..."

This sentence is very short.

So brief was his speech that Zhou Lin hadn't even realized he was talking to her before he finished.

By the time she realized what he meant and wanted to respond, Wang Zihao had already turned and walked towards the classroom.

Chen Chu walked over and stood beside her, looking at the empty corner at the end of the corridor. He chuckled, "At least he's apologized now. As for praising him, we can do that later. Good things come to those who wait."

He took his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the time, as if he was planning what else he needed to do.

Zhou Lin withdrew her gaze from the end of the corridor, turned around to look at Chen Chu, and said with a heartfelt and unadorned gratitude, "Thank you, really. I don't know how he suddenly came to his senses."

She paused for a moment, then, as if remembering something important, took out her phone from her bag, opened the WeChat QR code page, and handed it to Chen Chu. Her tone was earnest and sincere, "Let's add each other on WeChat. I have so many things I want to ask you. I really need to learn from your teaching methods."

Chen Chu stared at the brightly lit QR code in front of him, feeling a pang of embarrassment. When did he really become an education expert?

But he didn't refuse; instead, he took out his phone and scanned the code.

……

Wang Zihao pushed open the classroom door, just as the bell rang for the fourth period.

The homeroom teacher followed him in, patted the chalk dust off the podium, explained what had happened, and finally said to the class, "Wang Zihao has admitted his mistake, so please stop talking about it." Then he opened his lesson plan and continued teaching.

She spoke casually, as if dealing with a trivial matter not worth discussing further. After finishing her statement, she left to work on her lesson plan without saying another word.

But the students' attention did not shift away from the homeroom teacher's words.

Those gazes were like countless tiny needles, piercing in from all directions, filled with curiosity, scrutiny, disdain, and undisguised schadenfreude.

The whispers quickly escalated in the few seconds the homeroom teacher was gone, like bubbles rising to the surface of a pot.

"The tech geek is still the tech geek, for a time and for life. An apology and that's it? No punishment at all?"

"That sounds nice, but what's this talk about admitting mistakes? You only admitted it after you got caught cheating, not because you had a change of heart and confessed on your own. Is admitting mistakes after being caught even an admission of wrongdoing?"

"He didn't admit his mistake; he was just arrested. Anyone who can't distinguish between these two things should go back to elementary school Chinese."