Rebirth 08: A Happy Life Begins in Elementary School

Chapter 78 Huang Keyun's Happiness

"Oh, are you nervous?" Huang Keyun looked at Li Zhao with interest.

"Don't be nervous," Li Zhao said. "My loan and your loan are two different things."

"Didn't you say you were sure you could win? What's the difference?" Huang Keyun asked curiously.

Li Zhao gently shook his head. "I'm sure I can win, but I'll take responsibility for the boast, whether it's good or bad. It's a different story when others use my confidence and achievements to brag."

Huang Keyun, who had just been immersed in her emotions, suddenly snapped out of it.

She realized once again the special nature of the child in front of her.

Li Zhao wasn't talking about faith at all.

He was clearly expressing his dissatisfaction.

This first prize in the national competition was not "taught" by Huang Keyun.

Therefore, Huang Keyun's confidence was not based on her own abilities, but on the "performance" that Li Zhao gave him.

"Hmm—I should thank you for this national competition. If you can win first prize, it will be a great achievement for me."

Li Zhao nodded. "Thank me after the results are in."

"But!" Huang Keyun's spirits rose again. "I have a master's degree from a 985 university and teaching qualifications for primary and secondary schools. If it weren't for some twists of fate and my high standards that caused me to miss some opportunities, I wouldn't be teaching in a primary school. I definitely have the ability to teach in a prestigious middle school."

"This kind of transfer isn't easy. Which school does the teacher want to go to?"

"New Taipei First Senior High School".

Wow, teachers and students have the same goal.

"That's... quite difficult. It would be easier if it were a privately-run institution that poured money into it, but for a top-tier public school like No. 1 High School, it's very tough."

"How do you know everything?"

Li Zhao smiled and said, "Knowing this is really not very valuable."

Huang Keyun was silent for a moment, then looked at Li Zhao with gentle eyes, "Of course I'm trying. What do you think I'm doing every day at noon studying lesson plans?"

I see — it seems she's preparing for a competition for teachers. As a young teacher with outstanding academic qualifications, Huang Keyun has a good chance of winning if she has the opportunity to participate.

"Okay, good luck, teacher. I'm going back to the classroom now."

"Yes."

It's a bit like the teacher-student relationship has been reversed again.

As Li Zhao got up to leave, he could feel Huang Keyun's gaze fixed on him.

He walked to the door and suddenly turned around. Huang Keyun, who was looking at him, was stunned for a moment and then waved to him.

Li Zhao waved and walked out of the office.

Their next one-on-one interaction took place on Friday afternoon.

When school is over.

Li Zhaozheng was guiding Chen Nian's essay writing.

I continued to play the role of Teacher Li, just like the previous two days, but expanded my scope of work from Chinese composition to English composition and difficult math problems, and also expanded my teaching scope from the top five in the class to the whole class.

Even Zhao Pengwei scratched his head and brought his essay over for feedback.

However, Ma Yingying still held her breath.

Let her be.

Li Zhao was overwhelmed by the variety of essays, which were completely different from what he had imagined.

I thought that the essays of outstanding students each had their own unique strengths, while those of less capable students were just generic, formulaic essays.

Underestimating the creativity of elementary school students —

This is so imaginative, so quirky, so inexplicable.

The essays written by top students are actually quite similar, all being template-based works of "excellent essays," but those of lower quality come in all sorts of bizarre and nonsensical forms.

"I Learned to Sleep," a book about health and wellness.

"I Learned Superpowers," a mutated version.

"Have I Learned It?" is a self-reflection piece.

"I Learned to Be a Good Person," from the movie Infernal Affairs.

There are also twin stars, "I Learned to Swear" and "I Learned to Get Sweared," I suggest they be paired up and locked together.

After reading it, Li Zhao commented that their courage was commendable.

Therefore, he even started to directly synthesize the various opinions he had raised during this period and write a set of essay learning methods.

Listening to Li Zhao critique their compositions during breaks became a highly anticipated activity for these children, almost turning into a Li Zhao stand-up comedy show.

However, many students with average or below-average grades didn't listen carefully at all, just for fun, and it's even hard to say whether some of the so-called "helping you show it" actually got the person's consent.

Therefore, Li Zhao was quite restrained.

Overall, He Shuyao is the most talented and skilled among them.

There's no extra emotional bonus.

When we talk about essays, she always comes up with some strange phrases.

For example, when Li Zhao mentioned that his essay might get a low score because it didn't conform to the high-scoring habits of elementary school students, He Shuyao said something that impressed him: "That doesn't make sense. A king should be in the king's position."

—Well, you know what I mean?

Two are particularly annoying. One is Jiang Qi, who always comes over timidly but never takes out her essay. She is the class representative, and people with average grades don't think it's a big deal. Why are you so shy?

Another one is Liu Yiting from the next class; this girl's development path is quite strange.

She often comes to me with her English essays for advice, and her attitude is a little too serious.

They were so earnest it was almost like—devout piety.

She always used both hands to receive Li Zhao's corrected English essays and would bow slightly.

So while she enjoyed the privilege of cutting in line, no one in Class 1 of Grade 6 spread rumors about her and Li Zhao.

They were probably intimidated by her piety.

The students had only ever seen this kind of look and posture on parents who worshipped gods.

But I digress. Let's get back to Huang Keyun, who was standing at the classroom door just before school ended.

"Li Zhao!"

Teacher Huang's shout attracted the attention of most of the students.

Li Zhao, who was explaining essay writing to Chen Nian, was startled. He looked up and saw Huang Keyun waving wildly at him with a grin.

Oh, Friday, she'll know the national competition results in advance.

Needless to say, the first prize in the national competition was finally awarded.

Li Zhao then raised his hand to indicate "wait," and said, "Teacher Huang, please go to the office and wait for me."

He Shuyao looked over with a strange expression.

Li Zhao calmly sat down, preparing to continue explaining the last part to Chen Nian.

Who knew that Chen Nian would simply put away the composition book?

"What, you're not listening anymore?"

"Go find Teacher Huang quickly!"

"No rush————"

"She's in a hurry!" Chen Nian mimicked Huang Keyun's movements. "Look at her, Teacher Huang is almost thirty years old, and her little actions are even more childish than He Shuyao's."

—Brother Nian, while your statement is incredibly insightful, it also shows your remarkable ability to offend women.

"I know what she's happy about. No rush, let me finish telling you first. Take out your composition book."

"What's making you happy?"

"First prize in our national competition, what else could it be?"

Chen Nian stood there stunned for a long time before blinking.

"What did you say?"

"Shh." Li Zhao pressed his hand down. "Fine, I'll go find her then. You keep it a secret for now."

Judging from Chen Nian's condition, he probably can't continue learning.

Li Zhao realized one thing: only he felt that it didn't matter whether the results were posted or not.

No matter how much others have heard about or trust the results, the moment the results are released, it will have a different impact.

As soon as Li Zhao stepped out of the classroom, Huang Keyun, who was waiting outside, grabbed him and pulled him into her arms, pressing him close and vigorously rubbing his hair.

"Teacher Huang————"

Do you know why I'm so happy?

"First prize in the national competition, huh?!"

"What do you mean by 'been'? This is a great achievement! Do you know how many first-prize winners New Taipei City had this year?"

"one?"

"Two."

Li Zhao shrugged. "There's nothing to be happy about."

"What did you say? There are only six in the entire Linjiang area, and you're one of them!"

Huang Keyun then took Li Zhao's arm and walked towards the office.

"What are you going to the office for?"

"Wait for the fax, the list of first, second and third prize winners in the national competition in Linjiang."

"What's the point of having this?!"