The most brave system in history

"Hello, teacher. I am Ji Min, a student in your course."

A 21-year-old girl pushed open the door of the classroom with a nervous expression, her eyes revealing a hint of hesitation and uneasiness. When she just came in, she could already feel from the corner of her eye that in this small classroom, all 20 people were looking at her. Ji Min was very familiar with the owners of these eyes, as they were classmates of hers.

However, she did not pay too much attention to the puzzled, amused and other strange looks from her classmates at this moment, but instead looked intently at her teacher who was looking at her seriously at the moment.

The male teacher, who looked to be around 26 years old, was about 1.8 meters tall and handsome. He was now speaking to her in a serious tone:

"Don't be late again next time. Come in."

The first sentence sounded a bit harsh, and the next sentence also sounded a bit serious to Ji Min.

"Thank you, teacher."

The late girl spoke in a respectful tone, bowed seriously to the teacher, then gently closed the classroom door and walked quickly to her seat.

At least she survived the ordeal. She was so anxious on the road just now. Now in the second semester of her junior year, she is rarely late.

At this moment, besides her heart beating a little faster, she was greeted by the gaze of a roommate who she got along well with. She was whispering, "Why are you late?"

"I forgot to turn on the alarm clock." Ji Min replied in a weak voice.

My friend nodded and let it pass.

The atmosphere in the classroom was very good. Maybe the teacher was teaching attentively, and few people were playing with their phones.

In Ji Min's opinion, this feeling is actually quite good.

At this moment, she looked forward. The teacher on the podium seemed to have forgotten that there was a late girl. He was talking about the lesson in a calm tone. The content of statistics was a bit difficult for her class, which was more inclined towards liberal arts. The teacher seemed to be afraid that the students would not understand, so he did not talk about the content in depth. He often even talked about a difficult knowledge point, just like now, he was telling a story, or talking about his experience:

"My family was very poor when I was a child, and I earned the tuition fees bit by bit." The teacher said this in a humble tone, as if he was brought into the environment at that time.

"I still remember that when I started my second year of graduate school, after paying the tuition fee, I could barely afford bananas."

"That was quite early on. Of course, it's impossible for you to imagine it now. The country is so rich now."

"But I was actually very happy at that time. When I was immersed in statistical literature, those wonderful characters seemed to me to be very delicious."

His language was full of emotion, a memory of his miserable life in the past and an emotion for his good life now. At least now, in Ji Min's opinion, he was already an extremely outstanding person because he was teaching in such a prestigious institution.

Ji Min still remembered the serious look in his eyes just now, and felt that he was different from the moment before.

She was sincerely impressed by his energy and enthusiasm in class.

This was her second time being late for this teacher's class in March of that year.

However, looking at the current situation, he must be teaching more than just one class.

"You won't even remember this, so deduct my points?!"

She was still a little nervous, but if she wanted to get the highest level scholarship, every point was important.

She tried her best to maintain a correct posture in class, wanting to give the teacher a good impression, and also tried to make up for the content that she had missed because she was late, but it was obvious that the teacher was selfless and serious when teaching, and would not pay much attention to the existence of a little girl like her.