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In the office, there was only the sound of flipping paper.

After a while, there was no sound of paper flipping, because——

"Ms. Su, your class is on hold!" It was the head teacher of Class Seven who spoke.

There are some surprises and some exaggerations in these words, but the praise is real. The improvement of class 13 this time is not a star and a half. The average score of Chinese has soared by [-] points. But the average score, although it is a bit behind the other classes, the improvement is amazing.

This improvement is not obvious in a single subject, but counted in the total score, everyone in Class 13 has improved by an average of [-] points, and this is only achieved by a month of hard work.

Although the teachers knew in their hearts that this was because the basics of class 13 were really poor, and everyone knew that the basics were raised quickly, but it was very difficult to get the whole class to raise their marks.

Among them, Feng Xiulan is the most outstanding student. She used to be the bottom one in her grade, but this time she broke into the top 211 in her grade. With this intelligence and perseverance, if you work hard early, [-] is not a dream!

"Xiao Su, do you have any tricks? It's okay, you tell me secretly, I won't tell others."

"..." There are eight pairs of ears standing on the back. Is this called sneaking? !

Looking at the freshly released report card, Tan Zhao was still very satisfied in his heart. These little bastards shouted "the brain is not good", but they are still very honest.

"There's no trick to this. They're already in their third year of high school, and everyone knows they've worked hard."

After finally escaping from the lemon (?) and congratulations from the teacher in the office, Tan Zhao took a stack of Chinese test papers and report cards and walked towards Class 13 with great arrogance. His posture was windy under his feet.

"It can be regarded as class. I have never felt that the self-study is so long."

"Here we come, Teacher Su is here with our report card!"

...My friend, some time ago you complained that the early self-study was just a shi, and it changed really fast.

In the anticipation of the students in class 13, Tan Zhao finally walked into the class steadily and closed the door behind him.

"Students, you look at the teacher like this, the teacher is very shy." Finally, Teacher Su couldn't hold back, and put it off.

"Although you are handsome, teacher, but teacher—"

"Hurry up!"

Sure enough, when people work hard, their mental state is different. Tan Zhao cleared his throat and said, "Although, I think everyone has a premonition in their hearts, but the teacher still wants to congratulate you. Each of you has made good progress."

"Oya!"

"My God, I haven't changed my grades for hundreds of years!"

"Suddenly wishing for a ranking."

"..."

Hearing this, every student in Class 13 had something in their hearts, whether they were happy, sad, or proud. They were assigned to the "abandoned" Class 13. After more than a year of confusion, they finally Still someone didn't give up on them.

In fact, many people in the class think that the current Teacher Su and the former Teacher Su are two existences, they are clearly the same person, but... well, this is probably the power of the handsome guy.

"Okay, okay, sit down, small scene, small scene, we still have a long way to go." Tan Zhao casually put the report card aside, as if this was just the first step of the long march. I have to say that this determined attitude really gave the little ones a shot in the arm.

With Teacher Su around, they are omnipotent, rush duck~

Tan Zhao looked at the faces of the cubs, and even Brother Jia was very happy, and he suddenly remembered something: "Oh, by the way, let's congratulate the squad leader Zhao with warm applause. Jia, won the grade No.10 in this monthly exam!"

"Fuck, Brother Jia is awesome!" Xiao Mingming couldn't hold back, and burst into a foul language.

Jia Ge's small group is a "school bully". In fact, people in the class rarely deal with each other, but everyone dare not say it. They applaud without being stingy at all. Everyone is as happy as a 180-pound child.

The scene was so lively, it was rare that Brother Jia was a little "unsteady", but fortunately, Brother Jia was a ruthless person, and he used his iconic eyes to stabilize everything at this time.

But in his eyes, there was obviously excitement, because being admitted to the top ten of the third middle school meant that he had the opportunity to be admitted to the two top schools in China.

Brother Jia clenched his fists and began to think about his study schedule and whether he needed to quit a part-time job.

After complimenting Brother Jia, Tan Zhao praised Feng Xiulan again, and then praised everyone one by one, and then wound up everyone, and after handing out the Chinese test papers, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

"Eh? So fast? I still want to hear Teacher Su praise me!" The little students in the front row expressed their opinions.

"I also……"

After Tan Zhao tidied up his things, he said angrily, "It's nothing, other teachers will praise you too."

"But they are not as handsome as Mr. Su."

Being praised by the handsome guy, they can all eat an extra bowl of rice at noon.

For this reason, Mr. Su felt that he was convinced: "Okay, then you continue to work hard. The next exam, the teacher doesn't mind writing a poem to praise you~"

After finishing speaking, amidst the cries of the little brats, he turned and left mercilessly.

After the Chinese class, it was the math class. Although the math teacher was serious, but as Tan Zhao said, he was not stingy with praise. Obviously, other teachers thought so too.

With praise, encouragement and encouragement, the students in class 13 suddenly felt that their former self...was a little silly.

Originally, there were some people who were complacent about their progress, but this wave of "praise" dragged them back to the field. Even some students who were originally "passive learners" also had the consciousness of working hard.

The learning atmosphere of Class 13 is unprecedentedly harmonious.

And the inspirational progress of class 13 has also begun to spread widely in the third grade. This class that has been "deprecated" not only has a top ten in the grade, but other poor students have also started chasing the rankings.

Here, of course, some people don't care about it, and some people dismiss it, but there are also people who are motivated by it. This kind of influence is very positive and positive. The grade director even specially praised Class 13 at the third grade meeting.

No one would dislike sincere compliments.

Chang Yue also likes it, but she... doesn't belong to class 13 anymore. Even though she has worked hard this time and has pulled back her ranking, she still feels like a big rock is blocked in her heart.

In her heart, she really wanted to go back to class 13.

Once a thought arises in one's mind, as long as a little nutrition is needed, it can grow quickly like a weed. When she returns home on Friday, Chang Yue sits at the dining table and looks at the fish head soup her mother made for her. In the end, she still can't hold back. Open the mouth: "Mom, can I... can I go back to Class 13?"

Chang Yue's ranking that fell this time came up again. While Chang Yue's mother was happy in her heart, she was also a little dissatisfied. When she heard this, her face instantly pulled half down: "What are you doing back home? Do you still want to play with a group of poor students? Take the university entrance exam! Get rid of this idea as soon as possible!"

"mom!"

"It's useless to call me. Drink more soup. This fish head soup is the most nourishing for the brain. You use your brain a lot, so eat more." Chang Yue's mother scooped up a large bowl of soup for her daughter, and her attitude was unquestionable.

"But they are not poor students, they have made great progress this time..."

"How big are they? How big can they be?" After Chang Yue's mother finished speaking, she suddenly said, "Is that Teacher Xiao Su looking for you? I heard from the parent group of Class [-] that now There are very popular study groups where good students lead poor students, that teacher Xiao Su is still too young, do you want you to go back to make up for the weak students in that class?"

"Mom! Teacher Su is not that kind of person!"

Chang Yue's mother urged her daughter to drink the soup, and when she heard her daughter's words, she felt that she hadn't run away. No wonder she praised so vigorously that night: "Why not, you were deceived by his face, what can a teacher be so good at?" , Teaching students well is the real skill! Let me tell you, don’t even think about it! Did you hear me!”

"Mom! You are looking down on me! Teacher Su won't care if I go back. Zhao Jia is in the top ten of his grade this time. What am I? , Jiajia has also improved a lot, you are not allowed to say that about Teacher Su!" Chang Yue couldn't hold back, and burst out all the words floating in her throat.

This remark was a slap in the face forcibly, and Chang Yue's mother's face became even more ugly, and she threw her chopsticks: "You have the nerve to say that the bottom one is in the top three hundred, I worked hard to transfer you , you haven’t made any progress at all, and you’ve regressed. If you don’t reflect on yourself, you’ll be ashamed of your mother! Where have all your knowledge gone!”

"If you can get into the top ten of the grade, you ask your mother to kneel down to Teacher Xiao Su, and your mother will go without saying a word!"

After Chang Yue's mother spoke harshly, she directly ended this unpleasant mother-daughter conversation. Chang's father never interfered with his wife's parenting policy, and now he was sucking his head sullenly.

"What to eat, look at your beautiful daughter!"

Chang Yue cried and ran back to her room. As for the fish head soup, it turned into fish jelly in the end.

For Tan Zhao, the weekend was quite pleasant. Although Feng Juvenile received some "harassing calls" from time to time after he came out of Feng's old house, these calls were called concern, but he didn't take any action at all.

I have to say, luckily it was verbal, otherwise Feng Juvenile might go berserk again.

"Hey, I have to go to work again tomorrow." Tan Zhao touched his hairline in distress. The life of the class teacher in the third year of high school is really hard.

Feng Juvenile didn't refuse to go to school. On the contrary, he liked the feeling of being surrounded by the sea of ​​books recently: "Teacher, what are you doing, the taste is so... amazing?"

"Medical soup to prevent colds. During the flu-prone period recently, several other classes have been recruited. You can't afford to delay. Would you like to try a bowl? I put sugar in it, and it must not be bitter."

Feng Xiulan took the glass with a strange smell, and took a sip suspiciously: ... I believe your evil!