MVP in the next examination room

Dong Meng took out the key from his satchel and unlocked the door.

The house is very quiet.The light was on in Yuan Che's bedroom, and a narrow strip of light leaked from the crack in the door, hitting the short and narrow corridor.

Dong Meng stood at the entrance, staring at the warm light on the ground for a while, then took off his bag and hung it at the door, then bent down to change his shoes, and walked to the kitchen.

The hour hand points to "9", and the roar of the range hood seems a bit abrupt at this time.

After a while, she unscrewed the doorknob of the bedroom, walked into Yuan Che's room, and put a bowl of fried noodles on his table.

Yuan Che, who was bowing his head to do his homework, looked up at her: "I ate at school."

"Eat more," Dong Meng said, "It's been a few hours."

Yuan Che's eyes fell back to homework: "You eat first, I'm not hungry."

She sat down next to Yuan Che, looked at him for a while, and asked, "Is there a lot of homework today?"

Yuan Che's pen tip paused, and a "hmm" came out of his throat.

He noticed Dong Meng's abnormality - this time the parents will come back, obviously losing her temper or nagging is her style.

Dong Meng pushed the bowl towards him: "Eat some, it will be cold in a while."

Yuan Che raised his head: "...I can't eat it."

Maybe some parents care about their children by feeding them like pigs.

Dong Meng sighed softly and said, "Your school...has something happened recently?"

Yuan Che lowered his eyelids to look at the topic, not in the mood for small talk, and responded casually, "What's the matter?"

"I heard from your teacher that a student jumped off the building," Dong Meng said, "Isn't it because of this..."

It is somewhat rare for a high school class to change the head teacher, but Yuan Che didn't mention it to her.Dong Meng only heard about it from the parents next to him after he arrived in the classroom.

"Yes." Yuan Che said.

Dong Meng: "Why didn't I hear you mention it."

Yuan Che turned to look at her: "Mom, I have a lot of homework today."

If it's just to talk about it, he has neither the time nor the interest.

Dong Meng sat there without moving, remained silent for a while, and then said with a sigh: "Give me your application form...show it to me again."

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The second thing Mr. Ren did after taking office was to hold a class meeting.

He asked Ding Yifan to inform everyone, and opened the table in advance, setting it up like a New Year's Day party, and then picked a self-study day, and walked into the classroom with a big cardboard box in his arms.

Jin Luo followed behind, carrying two packs of snacks and drinks in his hand, and yelled loudly as soon as he came in: "Teacher Ren said, he treats guests today, everyone eat and drink well!"

There was a loud cheer in the classroom.

"You can take whatever you want," Teacher Ren said with a smile, "When a new official takes office, let's make friends with you first."

"Teacher, you're being polite." Ding Yifan was helping distribute the snacks, while talking to the school committee about his father's poverty, "It's close or not, from today onwards, you are my father."

Ren Yuzhen: "Have you asked my opinion?"

Ding Yifan ignored him directly, and said to Teacher Ren: "Father, will we give out food for every class meeting in the future?"

Teacher Ren made a gesture to hit him with a can: "It's a good idea, you pay me a salary?!"

The desks and chairs in the classroom formed a large circle, and things related to learning disappeared from the table. Everyone had drinks and snacks at hand. Even though they knew that the next class meeting was going to be held, everyone couldn’t hold back their excitement. There is a light and cheerful atmosphere in the classroom.

Teacher Ren said: "This class meeting is mainly to chat with everyone. To be honest, I am the first time as a class teacher and I have no experience. If there is something that is not done well in the future, I hope everyone will criticize and correct it in time."

Jin Luo stretched his neck to swallow the potato chips in his mouth, and said loudly, "Teacher, please be polite."

Teacher Ren smiled: "Then I'll be blunt - I hope to quickly establish a 'revolutionary friendship' with everyone in a short period of time. Since we have known each other for so long, don't treat me as an outsider."

Ding Yifan took the lead in applauding: "Good dad!"

The students roared with laughter, and Ren Yuzhen took advantage of the chaos and threw an empty soda can over.

Teacher Ren laughed for a while, and said, "Today, I'm going to play a game with everyone. You've heard of the 'Question Box', right?"

"I've heard of it!" The students suddenly understood the purpose of bringing a cardboard box - it turned out that he planned to play the physical version of the "Question Box".

"That's good," Teacher Ren said, "If you have any questions you want to ask or say, you can write them anonymously on the slips and put them in. I will randomly draw a few, and no matter what the questions are, I will answer them immediately. I'll take the rest of the note home and read it slowly."

Some students asked excitedly: "Teacher, can you ask any questions?"

"In theory," Teacher Ren said unhurriedly, "but if I draw something that I can't answer, I might sneak it back."

There was a burst of laughter below.

Ren Yuzhen pushed the blank note in front of him to Li Hong, and whispered to him: "Do me a favor, I say, you write."

Li Hong was puzzled: "Why?"

Ren Yuzhen lowered his voice: "Stupid! What if he recognizes my handwriting!"

Li Hong was stunned: "It makes sense—then what do you want to ask?"

Ren Yuzhen stuck to his ear and said something quickly.

Li Hong stared wide-eyed: "Fuck...then will I die?"

Ren Yuzhen: "Your characters are in popular fonts, he can't recognize them."

Li Hong: "..." He had heard of the popular face, but this was the first time he had heard of the "popular font".

Yuan Che held the pen, and the tip of the pen dabbed vaguely on the white paper, without moving for a long time.

It seems that there is nothing to ask.

In contrast, Tang Ran next to him was very straightforward. With a swipe of a pen, he wrote five words on the note, which constituted a very concise question——

"Guess who I am."

Yuan Che: "..."

Tang Ran raised an eyebrow at him: "Look at me, write your own."

Yuan Che: "Are you free?"

He believed that there would be no second note with a similar question written on it in the entire cardboard box.

Five minutes passed quickly, and Ding Yifan stood up, picked up the questioning box, and went to collect the notes in front of the students who had finished writing.

Jin Luo put the note between his index finger and middle finger, and said to Ding Yifan in a Hong Kong-Taiwan accent, "Take this check, and don't bother me again."

Ding Yifan kicked him directly from under the table.

The students threw the notes into the questioning box one by one, and when they were about to reach Yuan Che, he hurriedly wrote two words on the notes: "Thank you."

*

Teacher Ren shook the cardboard box, put it solemnly on the middle table, and took out one.

A little smile appeared on his lips after reading it—the note might have been written by a little girl: "Teacher, are you fierce as a head teacher?" There was also a cute emoji drawn on the back.

Teacher Ren read the above question, and many students laughed out loud.

"Am I fierce?" Teacher Ren glanced around innocently, spreading his hands, "Do you think I am so fierce now? I am very reasonable."

I don't know who said it: "Tell me one."

"No," Teacher Ren waved his hand, "I'm afraid I'll cry for you."

Several boys booed: "Oh, teacher, you are so fierce."

"This statement is groundless, everyone can observe it slowly in the future," he smiled, "Next question."

Teacher Ren picked up another piece of paper, which said: "Teacher, can we choose the class song by ourselves?"

After he finished reading, he asked: "What is your current class song?"

"That's it," Jin Luo suddenly forgot the title of the song, and simply opened his mouth, "Wooooo~"

"Believe in Yourself, right?" Teacher Ren said.

"Correct!"

"Ms. Feng chose it for you?" After thinking about it, Mr. Ren knew that it was impossible for them to choose this song, "Then what do you want to sing?"

Everyone hurriedly reported the titles of several songs.

"You guys vote for this first," Mr. Ren waved his hand, "If you decide on one or two songs with the highest number of votes, let me know."

Class 12 was quiet for a second, and the crowd burst into cheers.

*

-[Guess who I am].

Teacher Ren unfolded the note: "..."

Tang Ran put one hand on his face, tilted his head and whispered to Yuan Che, "Here we are."

Teacher Ren was silent for only two seconds, and said, "Tang Ran."

The students who were close were a little surprised, and whispered to the person next to them: "Does this font look like Brother Ran's? It doesn't look like it."

Tang Ran blinked, pretending to be surprised: "Huh?"

Teacher Ren said firmly: "Don't think that I can't recognize you if you change the font. Who else has this style besides you?"

Tang Ran hugged him.

There were questions and suggestions in the carton, and Mr. Ren read them carefully when he got the suggestions.

Class 12 asked a variety of questions, covering various aspects, big and small. One of the questions was "the most rebellious thing you did when you were in high school".

Teacher Ren thought about it for a while, and said, "The most rebellious... It seems that there is nothing very rebellious. I was a top student when I was in school."

Everyone "call" him together.

Teacher Ren smiled and said: "I think of one, I often hid under the blanket to watch martial arts after turning off the lights. , I have to learn a little longer'."

Ren Yuzhen asked, "Does the supervisor believe me?"

Teacher Ren: "The dormitory supervisor is really touched."

Everyone chatted while eating, and laughter came out of the classroom from time to time.

In the end, Teacher Ren took out two pieces of paper from the carton and said, "The last two are here. It's almost time for dinner. I'll take the rest home and read for myself."

The last two were a coincidence. One was a physics problem, and he drew a simple diagram with a slope; the other was geography, and asked him to draw a diagram of the distribution of ocean currents.

Teacher Ren: "..."

He deliberately pulled his face and said, "Okay, you guys, you are still deliberately making things difficult for me after eating mine."

A boy laughed and said, "Teacher, aren't you a top student?"

"That's the past tense," Teacher Ren shook his head with a smile, "It's not easy being your class teacher, you have to develop in an all-round way."

A class meeting ended in a lively manner, and many students were still unsatisfied.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, everyone rushed to the cafeteria or the snack street in front of the school much slower—they almost ate at the class meeting.

Yuan Che took out an A4 paper that had been folded in half from his schoolbag, and followed Teacher Ren who was walking towards the third floor.

"I've read all your monthly exam papers, and they're pretty good." When we got to the office, Teacher Ren spoke first and said to Yuan Che.

Yuan Che turned his head and coughed.

If his words are full of irony, that's fine, the key is that his father's tone of school committee is full of sincerity.

"Really, don't think that I'm mocking you," Teacher Ren said, "It's not easy to get 0 points without handing in a blank paper and not thinking of what to write like Tang Ran."

After all, he could get one of the multiple-choice questions right, and he used conventional steps to solve the big questions, so he could easily get a process point.

Only by knowing the scoring points well can we avoid them without landing.

"Can you tell me why you didn't just hand in the blank paper?" Mr. Ren said.

Yuan Che didn't know how to tell him.

Anyway, with the question in hand, you can't just sit there for two hours.

Teacher Ren smiled to himself: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if it's inconvenient to say. Although I don't know why you want to get a low score, I think this way of answering questions in reverse is quite individual."

He paused, "By the way, what do you want from me?"

Yuan Che unfolded the A4 paper in his hand and gently placed it on his desk: "Teacher, I'm here to submit the application for living in school."